The Irresistible Bundle (103 page)

"Well" Griffin drawls. "Won't be for much longer now, huh?!"

Diego punches Griffin in the arm making his best friend howl at the unexpected contact. The tension in the car wavers with each statement. One minute there's a sigh of relief and the next everyone holds their breaths. I fucking hate drama but yet here we are starring as the main characters in a fucking reality show.

"How about we invite your parents over for dinner at Griffin's place?" V voices his thoughts. "Its neutral ground, and not in a public forum, if things get heated... We don't have to do it tonight; enjoy the time with your family... let's plan for tomorrow night."

Carina turns her body angling it towards both of us. "Let me make myself clear... with witnesses present." She grabs our hands, locking eyes with each of us for a moment before continuing. "I don't need their approval. I want it. But it won't make or break us. I don't give a shit if the rest of the world scoffs and sneers at us. I'm in this 100% with the both of you. I love you Valentino. And I love you Marco. There's no one else for me. You two are it."

V swallows loudly; everyone in the car hears it. My eyes burn with tears. V and I needed to hear this. We're completely vested in Carina. This trip is her confirmation to us of how invested she's with us, with this relationship. V wanted to meet her family months ago but he's finally seeing why Carina and I both wanted to wait. Meeting the parents is a big step in any relationship but baby girl hit the nail on the head. The reality is I'm fucking terrified that meeting her family will result in the end of our three-way relationship. I have no doubts she'll stay with V but I've always felt like the expendable one. The one she could hide when family visits or have around as the best friend and nothing more.

"Thank you" V's voice cracks. My throat clogs with too many unidentified emotions. Women come a dime a dozen for me and V; we've never been insecure about relationships or our future. Carina has our hearts in her hand and our souls tethered to her. She owns us mind, body, and soul.

"Enough with this emotional overload shit" Desirae fans the air acting as if we've contaminated it with love cooties. "We'll see y'all in a few hours." With that Griffin first drops me and V off. They're doing what V and I can't yet do. They're going to hang out at the Lobos house and get settled in.

Griffin leads the way to the back of the immaculate property. The impressive pool house is a welcome change from staying in a hotel. Griffin hands us a set of keys. "These belong to the silver Lincoln MKT parked over there." He motions to the nearby SUV that seats 7. "And you have keys to the pool house so you can freely come and go."

"Why don't I get my own car and place?" Desirae scoffs.

"Cause you couldn't handle it" V drawls. He winks at Desirae before unlocking the door to the pool house.

Griffin doesn't offer to take us on any tour. He leaves us at the foyer and ushers the girls and Diego away. The pool house has an open floor plan that makes the already 2000 square-foot home appear even more spacious. The bay-type windows allow for a panoramic view of the pool and gardens from almost every angle of the house. Granite tiles cover every square inch of the home's flooring adding functionality to its natural beauty. We take our time walking through the gourmet kitchen, elegant living room, and themed bedrooms. Technically V and I can have our own room but that's not happening. I follow him into the master bedroom and place my suitcase beside his. V's already talked about officially moving in together, the three of us. There's no reason why I can't stay in the same room with him.

"You're over-thinking everything" V sighs as he pulls me into his strong embrace. I wrap my arms around his waist savoring this moment. I'm usually the one initiating contact between the two of us. It's second nature for him to touch and hold Carina; it goes without thought. But sometimes it's like he has to make a conscious effort to show the same affection to me.

My face nestles into the crook of his neck and shoulder. He smells of soap and aftershave. I could be blind, deaf, and mute but leave me my sense of smell and I'll find V anywhere.

"I feel like such a fucking pansy" I mumble into his shirt. V pulls my face away from his warm body. I don't need to look at him to feel his confusion.

"Care to elaborate" he gently prods.

"Is it naïve of me to hope that nothing changes after we meet them? Can't we postpone this until the summer?" A sense of dread gnaws at me. My fight or flight instincts are kicking in and for some godforsaken reason they're opting for flight.

"If we don't believe in ourselves then how can we expect anyone else to believe in us?" V asks with a tinge of consternation. "We're a united front. If we waiver, we fall. We won't fall."

I stare into his chocolate eyes absorbing every bit of passion and faith that reflects back at me. V wants this just as much as I do; as much as Carina does. Now we just have to act upon it. We knew going into this relationship that there'd be trials and tribulations and this is just another one of them. We survived Jaxon and Pete and came out stronger. This is just going to be another chapter in our book.

"I believe in you" I whisper, meaning every word. "And I believe in us." V stares at me for a while. He needs to see my commitment and faith in us and I try to convey it through my eyes and body language. "I love you" I remind him yet again. I'll never tire of saying it since I never dreamed I'd get the opportunity to. I don't allow for missed chances. I've constantly yearned to show him and tell him. V is mine and I am his.

His face softens. His large hand grabs the back of my neck pulling our faces together. I cherish his kisses. The moment our lips touch I'm lost. My hands grab his rock hard ass and I pull him even closer to me. There's nothing better than feeling his growing erection pressing against me. Carina isn't here but I need this. I need to have his affirmation and reassurance. Our tongues slow-dance; savoring every stroke and lick. V rubs his eager dick against me letting me know he wants this as much as I do.

My hands caress his back and ribs as I slowly remove his shirt. I love the way his abs tighten at the feel of my touch. V mimics my actions; in moments my shirt disappears on the floor next to his. He groans as I lay a trail of bites and kisses from his neck down to his pecs. He tastes of sin and sex. My mouth teases each nipple before moving down to trace the hard lines of his abs. His heated skin melts under my tongue. He vibrates with want and need.

I make quick work of removing his pants and boxer briefs before placing open-mouthed kisses on his hips. The desire to swallow him whole is overwhelming but I fight against it. I love watching this controlled man writhe with unrestrained passion and hunger. V shifts trying to get his dick closer to my mouth but I move away from his beautiful organ and go for his sac. His sharp inhalation makes my dick twitch with anticipation but it isn't his turn.

V spreads his legs allowing me better access. I slowly breathe in his unique masculine scent before licking a path from the base of his dick to his tip. His fluids seep from his eager slit begging to be licked. One moment he's standing motionless, hands at his sides, chin tilted up, and the next, his knees are Jell-O, hands fisting my hair with his dick down my throat. It doesn't take long for him to roar his release and stumble over to the bed. I love his scent, his taste, his everything.

"Come here" he gruffly commands. V rips off the rest of my clothes before grabbing my dick and pulling me onto him. "However you want me" he rumbles. My eyes widen with surprise. I don't get to take him as often as he takes me. He's giving me a gift. He understands how unsure I feel about everything.

"Edge of the bed and bend over" I instruct. V smirks at the small tremor in my voice. He's allowing me to top and I'm damn sure not taking that for granted. I rifle through my bag and grabbing the bottle of lube before he changes his mind. A groan escapes my throat at the sight of my handsome lover. He's chosen an angle of the bed that allows us to watch in the mirror while I take him. The sexy bastard is a voyeur and exhibitionist even with himself.

I squeeze some lube on his ass crack and smear some onto my raging cock. I'm so fucking excited it hurts but I want to savor this moment. V's puckered rim calls out to me to take him hard and fast but I want to make it good for him too. I don't need to match orgasm for orgasm. I fucking love a 2:1 ratio in my lover's favor.

"Hard" V rasps as I slowly enter him. I pull out to the tip before pushing further in, gaining deeper entry with each languid thrust. V throws his head back in ecstasy as I set a hard, fast pace. I already was on the cusp of coming before my dick ever made contact.

"Stroke yourself" I bark. Everything feels too fucking good to fumble around feeling for his erogenous spots. I grab his hips and slam into him while watching our reflection. It's a spectacular sight; one that I embed into my very core. Lightning blasts through my body and I know I'm only a few strokes away from exploding inside him.

"Fuck" I shout as V calls out Carina's name. It's what he always does whenever he comes and she isn't present. I watch mesmerized as his seed sprays his chest and drips onto the bedding. My balls tighten and I release every bit of love and anxiety into his depths. I collapse onto him, slowly pulling out. V turns around and entwines his sticky body with my sweaty one. We fall asleep temporarily sated and relaxed.

~

Two dark-haired beauties saunter through the front door. V chuckles as they stroll in like they own the place. We hadn't heard from the girls since they'd left to visit the parents a few hours ago. Desirae's sassy expression and Carina's sultry smile offer me a brief reprise. If things had gone to hell I don't think they'd be storming the place with confidence and casualness.

"You're a sight for sore eyes love" V pulls Carina into his arms. Des and I smirk; it isn't like they'd been gone a week. "How'd it go?" V doesn't dance around touchy subjects. He always goes straight for the throat.

"It went as well as expected" Carina sighs. She caresses V's face before turning to face me too. "They weren't surprised to hear either of your names. Like I said I've spoken about both of you."

"But their faces were priceless when she mentioned you're both here" Desirae chuckles. Her eyes sparkle with mischief thoroughly enjoying our discomfort. "I can see where Diego gets all his mannerisms." She continues as if we aren't all on edge. "Ignacio's face was freaking priceless. I swear he and Diego reacted the same way. It wasn't so much horror as it was shock. Diego and Carina gently informed them of your beloved's unique love life. Expect an interrogation tomorrow night and you might want to wear a cup... Just in case."

"Was that supposed to be helpful?" Carina scoffs.

"Hey" Desirae throws her hands in the air. "Just telling it like it is. Maybe you should sneak in a bullet-proof vest underneath your suits too..."

"Why when I can use you as my human shield?" I growl. The little firecracker ruined any peace I'd regained in the last hours. She yanked it right out of me, slammed it on the ground and threw dynamite on it. Now the brazen troublemaker steps back and watches the explosive show.

"Uh-uh" she wags her finger, "You can't be feeling me up in front of the parents. What would they think? That you're not only sharing their daughter but banging their adoptive daughter too?! Horny bastards! Certain death I tell you!"

"We're going to muzzle her tomorrow night" I point right at Desirae, "Right"

"I think I'm uninviting her" Carina grumbles.

Desirae sticks her tongue out at the three of us. "I'm officially family. Can't get rid of me now!"

"There's always that certain family member that gets disowned" I drawl waggling my eyebrows at her. Desirae's eyes say more than the rest of her body language. Although she's smirking and laughing it up my words unknowingly hurt her. We don't know much about her family and their story but I can't imagine that it's all good, if at all. Her eyes flare with hurt and shame but she valiantly tries to cover it up.

I stride over to our favorite fiery brunette and wrap her up in my arms. I fucked up and need to own up to it. "I'm an asshole" I mutter into her hair. She smells like orange blossoms and I can't help but inhale her deeply into my lungs. Desirae is as unique as Carina. Although she's great in bed she's too volatile for my taste. V and Diego are perfect complements for her but I don't want V getting any bright ideas. They can be the best buds in the world but that's the furthest it'll ever get.

"That's an understatement" she whispers into my chest. Her body shudders for just a moment before she regains control of her emotions. "But somehow we manage to love you anyways" she jokes. She blinks away the storm of emotions but it doesn't fool me.

"Regardless" I whisper so that no one else can hear. "I was an ass. You're one of the best things to happen to Carina and us. We don't take your love, your loyalty, or your trust for granted. We're here for you firecracker; whatever you need."

"I know" Desirae whispers against me, "And words will never be enough..." She pauses, her voice slightly cracking. "There's no one else out there quite like our intimate group. I know what we have and I'll fight heaven and earth... I'll run through the depths of hell to make sure I, we, don't lose it."

We cling to each other not needing to say anything else. V confided with Carina and me about what had happened to Desirae after she'd attacked Chelsea. But even then I suspected that it was only a blimp on Desirae's convoluted past. Her haunted and guarded eyes speak volumes. Her knowledge of the dungeons at such a young age speaks of unthinkable things. The arctic frigidness that emanates from her parents belies her upbringing. We need Des and she needs us.