My brain had to be shattering. I blinked at the three of them and slowly stood up. Walking to the other side of the desk, I stared back at them and felt my brows furrow. “I think I’m going to bed.”
Griff laughed and shook his head. “Fucking pain in the ass.”
I flipped him off and kept walking backward, staring at the three of them like they’d lost their minds. “Sorry for threatening you.”
“No, you’re not.”
I glared at Griff and then turned and walked away. Maybe I was dreaming. Or maybe, just maybe, I’d fallen and hit my head. Maybe I was dead. I figured I’d just tuck myself into bed and face it all some other time.
Chapter 22
***Autumn***
I tossed and I turned for what felt like hours but was only about half an hour. I was going crazy. I couldn’t date three men at once. That was too wild. I especially couldn’t sleep with all three of them, which is what dating them would be. I was a modern woman, and I didn’t believe in slut-shaming, but sleeping with three brothers at once had to be crossing some kind of line. There was no way.
I was thirty. I was single. I was not getting any other dating prospects. Why shouldn’t I do it? That was the devil on my shoulder, urging me to have more mind-blowing orgasms with the Phoenix brothers. The devil didn’t care about what was right or wrong. Orgasms, that was the business the devil was interested in. How many could I have and how good could they be? The devil reminded me of my vibrator being stored in my kitchen drawer, sad and dusty.
Who the hell did I think I was, though? Griff had been married to a supermodel. Sure, she was worse than the devil himself, but still. Did I really think I could just march in and be sexually interesting to men who dated supermodels? I’d seen the proof, though. I’d had the proof leaking out of me multiple times.
Then, there were the kids. What if they found out their nanny was sleeping with their dads? That would probably be traumatizing. Although, I was pretty sure they were all going to need therapy anyway. I was pretty sureIwas going to need therapy after coming into contact with Stacy. What if they found out, though?
I grumbled and groaned, twisting my sheets into a knot around me. How could those idiots just spring that on me? Like it was fucking normal to simultaneously date the same woman as your brothers? They were so calm about it. Had they been drunk? Had they been high? How else could they so calmly take a verbal lashing like I’d given them and then just casually mention dating? Maybe they were insane.
Giving in to the fact that I wasn’t going to be getting any sleep, I stood up and pulled on a shirt to wander around the house. I didn’t set out to find the guys, but halfway through my walk, I knew I was hoping to. I made myself walk around the second floor and then all through the rest of the house before I came near Griff’s office.
When I got to the door, I could hear the three of them inside, talking still. I gently knocked on the door and edged my way inside, embarrassed and confused.
Con was sitting closest to the door and he made the first move to stand up and come over to me. “What’s up, Autumn?”
I pouted. “I can’t sleep. These three guys I work for sprung something big on me, and I can’t stop thinking about it.”
He wrapped his arms around me and pulled me into his chest. “Those monsters.”
Burying my head in his chest felt good, too good. It reminded me of another time when I’d needed him and he hadn’t been there because he’d been off, getting married. That was a long time ago, though. I knew I had to let it go.
He walked me over to the couch and pulled me down on his lap. “Talk to us, Auti.”
Zeke settled next to us and pulled my feet over his lap, gently rubbing them. “Are you consumed with thoughts of how to tell my brothers that you’ve already sampled these goods and have made up your mind on me?”
I laughed and rolled my eyes. “I’m confused by the morality of this.”
Griff came over and sat on the coffee table in front of us. “The morality of it? You’re dating to see who you like better, Autumn. There’s nothing immoral about that.”
I bit my lip. “And when dating turns into something more?”
“Something more?”
I shifted uncomfortably and stared down at my lap. “When dates turn into sex.”
Con wrapped his arms around my waist and stroked the bare skin of my upper thigh. “As long as we’re all consenting, there’s nothing wrong with it. We’re all adults; we’re all being safe. Nothing immoral about it.”
Zeke cleared his throat. “Um. Not all the way safe.”
I slapped my hands over my face. “This is so embarrassing. I wasn’t just letting you do...that...without a thought. I can’t have kids. Although, I should’ve thought about STIs, I didn’t. I just assumed you’d be clean if you were willing to have unprotected sex with me. Which was stupid. Oh, god. If either of you gave me something, I’ll murder you.”
Griff growled. “Nothing from me. I’m clean.”
Zeke shook his head. “Same.”
