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Zeus was out of control, his balls slapping her chin when suddenly he gripped her hair and shot his hot come all over her tongue and down her throat. Lydia swallowed the creamy heat, then swirled her tongue over the tip of his cock, licking at the last few drops, before she pulled back and collapsed on top of Poseidon. She had a vague notion of Apollo pulling free, while Poseidon petted her back and hair a moment before she fell into an exhausted slumber.
“Fuck me,” Trent groaned.
“Yeah, my sentiments exactly,” Mac muttered. “Damn, it’s only been a few minutes and already I want her again.”
Dane stood silent by the door, Mac and Trent on either side of him. The three of them had pulled on their jeans, but none of them wanted to stop watching the alluring Lydia Burke as she slept peacefully in their bed. Right after she’d fallen asleep, Dane had seen to the task of taking a washcloth to her. He’d take extra care to be gentle so as not to disturb her, but through it all she’d stayed asleep, only grumbling a few times. After he covered her up, she’d turned on her side and succumbed to exhaustion. He quirked his lips as she started to snore. Damn, that was adorable.
“What are we going to do?” Mac asked, his voice low to keep from waking Lydia. “When she wakes up and goes home, it’s what? Business as usual?”
Dane motioned them into the other room. He closed the door behind them and turned to Mac. “No. I can’t let her go now,” he admitted. There was no way he could ever let her go. She’d slipped in under his defenses somewhere along the line and now she belonged to him. It was as simple as that.
“Then you must have a plan,” Mac growled, “because I’m fucking clueless as to how you can possibly think this will work out.”
“I don’t have a plan. I’m just as confused as you. But can you truly say you’re ready to let her walk away? To some other man’s bed?” Mac and Trent both glared at him. “Yeah, that’s what I figured. So, instead of bitching, help me figure this thing out.”
“We could be honest,” Trent inserted quietly as he stared down at the floor. “Tell her who we are.”
“That’ll go over well,” Mac muttered. “We’ll just whip off our masks and yell ‘Hey, Lydia, guess who’?”
Trent shot him an icy glare. “Your smartass remarks are going to land you on your ass.”
Dane held up his hand as Mac was about to dig himself in deeper. “There’s no other way. We have to tell her the truth.”
“Tell me the truth about what?”
All three of them spun around as the small, feminine voice floated over to them. Lydia stood by the bedroom door, the red blanket wrapped around her body like a protective shield. Her long brown hair was a mess of curls cascading down past her shoulders. He loved her hair. He still couldn’t believe she was able to get all of it into such a small, unassuming bun.
“It’s nothing, sweet girl,” Trent said, as he strode across the room. He took her in his arms and kissed the top of her head. Dane watched the tender display, shocked to see Trent acting so affectio
nate. He was usually the first one ready to leave after sex.
Dane drew up next to them. “Did we wake you?”
“No. I just…I need to leave.”
Dane’s gaze shot to Trent’s and they both knew the truth. Letting her leave would spell the end. She would never come back to Kinks. She’d had her walk on the wild side and now she was ready to go back to her sedate life. Dane wanted to howl at the moon. He’d never felt so helpless, so lost. He wanted to keep her in the room, never let her out of his sight. Reality was far different than his fantasy world though.
“We’ll drive you,” Dane offered.
She shook her head and stepped back, hitching the blanket higher. “That’s okay. I’ll call a cab.”
Mac stepped in and said, “We don’t mind driving you.”
Dane wanted to kick Mac’s ass for speaking up. If she recognized his accent they’d be dead in the water. Luckily she didn’t seem to notice. “In your leather hoods?” she asked, her lips curving up at the corners.
Trent patted her on the ass. “She has a point.” He moved toward the phone sitting on the bar. “I’ll call the cab while you dress.”
Dane wanted to protest. It couldn’t be over. No way was this the end. He contented himself with the fact that he’d see her at work Monday. He’d have the rest of the weekend to come up with a plan. As she stepped back into the bedroom, Dane had the urge to go after her. To tie her to the bed and keep her. He could make her beg for him all over again. Show her how good life would be with him. He shook himself out of his reverie. Shit, he was like a kid with a new toy. One he didn’t want to share!
“She’s done a number on you,” Mac said from his position next to the bar.
Dane didn’t want to explore his feelings too deeply. “She’s done a number on all of us, Zeus.”
He sighed. “Yeah.”
Trent hung up the phone and came toward them, hands shoved into the front pocket of his jeans. “The cab will be here in forty minutes. We’ll escort her down.”
Dane pushed his fingers into his hair as impotent anger began to ride him. “This is crazy. There’s got to be a way to break it to her gently.”
