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“Damn, we’re lucky,” was the first thing out of Silas’s mouth, while Redix just smiled at his choice of my fashion.
Mix luck with lust and love and sprinkle it with a little fear. That’s how I feel in this dress with a dangerously short hem. The lingerie they sent too is silk perfection against my anxious skin. My favorite Louboutins are on, and my hair and makeup are done. I mixed my perfumes, dabbing BOUND and FREE on my pulse points.
I thought that’d prepare me for this.
I thought wrong.
They’re dressed in tailored black suits with white shirts. Redix’s hair hangs past his shoulders while Silas has his up in a knot. Other than that difference, they’re clearly a pair. And when we walk together out to the waiting car and, minutes later, into the elegant restaurant, it’s clear to all eyes on us—we are a threesome.
Three bodies, three hearts, and three minds that don’t give a shit about the stares we get—the whispers. The eyes glued to us or the couple of phones that rise to our entrance.
I hold their hands while we’re led to our table.
Redix planned this, too. This is Luca’s resort. This is his five-star restaurant. He’s one of Redix’s closest friends, helping him roll the red carpet out for this night.
“Is Luca here?” I ask as Redix pulls the chair out for me.
“He’s home with Gia but sends his best,” he replies as a bottle of Taittinger’s Champagne is presented to us as we take our seats.
“I don’t want to drink—”
“Y’all enjoy the bottle. I’ll enjoy my seltzer.” Redix kisses my cheek. “I’m fine.”
And that’s his olive branch to me for the night.
Yes, we’ve been fighting. Maybe we will for a long time. There’s tension between us, an answer we can’t find, and a divide that worries me. It terrifies me actually because it won’t go away. Since the whole TJ thing, this pain between us feels like a disease our love can’t cure.
It’s in my bones. It makes me ache. It hurts him, too, and we don’t know what to do.
Silas feels like a remedy. His love soothes and gives us strength. It heals some parts of us, and I just hope we do the same for him.
It looks like it. He’s watching our brief reconciliation with glee. He sits on my other side and rests his hand on my bare thigh.
“Let’s not get too full.” He orders a few selections from the menu before dismissing the waiter with a smile. “We have sweeter things to eat tonight.”
Silas drops that tease with a grin, and I have only one appetite, and it ain’t for anything served on a plate.
“How long has this been in the plans?” I ask before sipping champagne.
The two guilty sinners exchange a look.
“He made plans a few weeks ago,” Silas informs me. “But y’all keep fighting.”
“We’re not fighting tonight.” Redix leans over, gently kissing my cheek before his whisper tickles my ear. “We’re fucking the hell out of you instead. Just like you want.”
And why we wait for the French appetizers that somehow Silas knew what the hell they were and how delicious they’d be? Or why we start laughing about the over-the-top plans Redix is making for Nicolas’s birthday party next week, I don’t know.
We’re having fun. I’m being spoiled. But I have no patience. I want this. I fear this. And it needs to happen now.
Like Redix can read the impatience written across my horny body, three small dessert plates are presented to us—lemon sorbet.
“Send these up to my room instead, please.” Redix makes the request, and the entire staff reacts.
He wants to share that memory, our first kiss over sweet lemon, with Silas. So do I. I’m a rush of emotions and don’t know what to hang on to. The staff leaves to fulfill Redix’s wish while I look at him and Silas.
“I want this. I want you both,” I tell them. “But I’m terrified of it too.”
“I’ve been scared as shit this whole time,” Silas confesses. “From the moment you two walked into my place together.”
