Gabe shrugs. “It means they don’t serve martinis at Citi Field.”
“How do they feel about uncontrollable erections?”
“Break it up, guys,” I say.
Both of their mouths snap shut. I could get used to this.
Maybe it’s that glimmer of optimism that nudges me into making a suggestion. They can’t be the only ones concerting an effort. If I’m agreeing to become a member of a quad, I’m going to be an active participant. “How about…we commit to one date per week with all four of us. The rest of the time, we can do one-on-one dates. But the other two must be made aware. All four of us have to agree to everything. I want…”
“You want…？” Tobias prompts me.
“I want you all to feel like you’re in the loop. I want you all to feel…valued.”
“Even me?” Tobias again.
I cast my gaze toward the ceiling. “I guess.”
He elbows Gabe without breaking the hug. “She’s warming up to me.”
Banks has been silent for almost a full minute. “I can agree to solo dates. And group dates once a week.”
Gabe chews the inside of his cheek for a beat. “Me too.”
“I’m in no position to make demands,” Tobias sighs, before winking at me. “Yet.”
“Do the solo dates include sex?” Gabe asks, his swallow audible.
The air grows thicker in the dark room, their bodies seeming to swell, tighten around me. They settle my feet back onto the ground, stepping back. The four of us eye each other, as if trying to gauge how we feel about that not-so-tiny detail.
“I think I speak for the Tram Fam when I say…” Tobias rakes me head to toe with a look, his middle finger trailing side to side along his waistband. “…there is no way I’d be capable of going on a date with Elise and not try to get her into bed.”
“You read my mind,” Banks admits.
“God no.” Gabe’s voice is pure gravel. “Me either.”
It would be easy right now to surrender to the darkness of this room and the touch of these three men. My men, apparently. My sex is already turning damp and pliant, simply from the way they’re looking at me. I’d love to close my eyes and let them feed me pleasure, feel their hands raking over every inch of my skin, their mouths sampling me like it’s going to be the last time. It would be so easy to receive their pleasure.
I crook my finger at all three of them, gesturing for them to come closer. In seconds, they are breathing hard, shedding their tuxedo jackets onto the concrete floor. They embody head-spinning lust to the power of three and I’m their target.
Unfortunately, if we’re actually doing this, if they have seriously convinced me to give up my bachelorettehood, then this needs to be a teachable moment.
“We have forty minutes left,” I murmur, scrubbing my palm up Banks’s chest, my opposite hand tugging lightly on Gabe’s beard and making him moan. “I can’t think of any way to spend it, can you?”
“I can think of a few,” Gabe says on a gust of breath, his gaze zeroed in on my breasts.
Tobias appears to be doing mental math. “I can think of one hundred and six. Give or take.”
“Just tell us what you want,” Banks rasps against my ear.
“Oh, I will.”
I allow myself to accept a kiss from each of them, though it’s risky in the extreme. Afterward, I only want more. Still…
Garnering my will—and my indignation—I elbow Banks in the stomach, yank hard on Gabe’s beard and ram my knee into Tobias’s thigh, giving him a dead leg. “Did you think you were going to get away with locking me in an escape room? Against my will? To discuss my feelings? Uh-uh. No.” I turn and begin to pound on the door while the three of them attempt to recover behind me. “Don’t you ever do something like this again. Next time, I aim for the crotch.”
“She did something to my leg,” Tobias says, panicked. “I can’t move it. I think I’m paralyzed.”
“You got off lightly,” I inform him.
“At least she said there would be a next time,” Gabe mutters, rubbing his chin.
Finally, the receptionist opens the door, her attention traveling between the three of us. “You need a clue?” she asks with a yawn.
“Nope. They do,” I say, skirting past her.
Don’t ask me why I’m smiling as I storm out onto the sidewalk. It makes absolutely no sense at all. Maybe it’s because I stood up for myself. Maybe it’s because I feel lighter after unburdening myself to Tobias, Gabe and Banks. It could be that they just…make me happy, even when they’re behaving without any semblance of ethics. And I’m excited to see them again. I’m…relieved. Even a little hopeful. It’s been a while since I felt either of those things.