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Trace nodded. “Even then, though I do believe I’m right in what I said to Alondra. I don’t think the news will have quitethe dramatic impact that she believes it will. I’m an actor, not a politician or someone who needs to have what you might call a clean image.”
I slid my gaze to Kaleb. “What if she was right and your career suffers?”
“It’s not like I narrate children’s books or anything like that. Much like Trace, I don’t need a wholesome image. In fact, a lot of the books I narrate contain many elements of BDSM. I doubt that the authors and publishers who’ve hired me in the past would be put-off by my being part of a triad. But if they are, they are. There ain’t a whole lot I can do about it. But I wouldn’t want to work with someone who’ll hold my private life against me like it’s their right. And I wouldn’t walk away from us for my career or anything else.”
I took an easy breath. “I just needed to be sure.”
Trace claimed my hand. “You can trust that we’re in this for the long-run.”
“We’re not going anywhere.” Kaleb pinned my gaze with his. “And neither are you.”
I lifted a placating hand. “You can relax, I’m not a flight risk. I’m all in, same as you.” I twisted my mouth. “A three-way kiss couldn’t hurt to, you know, seal the deal.”
Kaleb’s eyes danced. “Not happening, let it go.”
I huffed. “I sucked a dildo for you guys and you can’t even oblige me with a little—ow, what was that for?”
Kaleb licked over the bite mark he’d left on my shoulder a mere moment ago. “You asked me to bite you.”
I frowned. “No, I didn’t.”
“That’s what I heard.”
“I heard the same thing,” Trace cut in.
Kaleb pursed his lips. “Who knows what else we’ll hear each time you whine about the lack of MM action,” he mused, anot-so-subtle threat buried there. “So, do you think you could let it go?”
I sighed. “Fine. You guys are so boring.” I gasped as they flipped me onto my stomach. “No, wait, I didn’t mean it.” A hand slapped my ass hard. “Ow.Motherfucker!”
Chapter Eleven
Sitting at a table in the lounge with my friends a month later, I stirred my mojito with my straw. “I thought it would be stiff and awkward, but the boys won my grandparents over easily enough.” Just as they’d effortlessly won over my dads when we all had dinner together a few weeks ago for the first time.
I’d originally worried that the meal might go horribly wrong, given how protective my dads were—it was a given that they’d put both Trace and Kaleb through the gauntlet. But it all went so swimmingly well that it kind of took me off-guard.
“Your dudes are easy to like,” Cat quite rightly pointed out, sitting opposite me. “Plus, considering they look at you like you’re precious, it was inevitable that the people who love you would adore them.”
Inaya nodded, her smile all dreamy, and leaned into me. “They’re so sweetly protective and possessive anddamnI’m jealous.” Straightening, she let out a frustrated sigh. “I can’t even find oneguy who’s that amazing. You found two.”
Unable not to feel a little smug, I agreed, “My boysareamazing.”
Beside Cat, Izzy grinned. “I love how you call them your boys when they’re both older than you.”
I shrugged one shoulder. “They think it’s cute.”
“They thinkyou’recute,” corrected Cat, “so they say nothing.”
“Well they’re not wrong.” I sipped at my drink through my straw. “I’m freaking adorable.”
Cat snickered. “Your confidence issues concern me.” Her gaze skipped to something behind me, and her lips twitched. “The groupies still glare at you when you’re not looking.”
I rolled my eyes. At first, the bitches weren’t so subtle about it. But then I’d gotten into an argument with one, who’d loudly threatened to pour her drink all over my head. Blake Mercier’s wife, Kensey, had swiftly intervened and not only gave the woman a dressing down but threatened to temporarily ban her from the Vault.
The groupie had predictably backed off, evidently not finding me worth such a punishment. Apparently, none of her fellow groupies did either, because they didn’t even make eye-contact with me these days.
It wouldn’t have bothered me even if they had chosen to occasionally stare—I was becoming used to that. People often did it when Trace, Kaleb, and I went out together in public. It seemed as if the population still couldn’t quite decide if it was a PR stunt or not, but I didn’t care either way.
So far, neither mine nor either of my boys’ careers seemed to have been impacted by it. But I didn’t doubt that it would havesomeaffect eventually.
