CHAPTER EIGHT
Mason
“The john is nice in this place. Real fancy,” I grunted.
Dropping into a seat at the table, I shot a look at Nick and Trent. The venue was L.A. and the restaurant was packed, filled with a mixture of celebrities and ordinary rich people. But damn, this steak. Tasty, and definitely the best we’d had in a long time.
Because I checked on Katy after using the john. After our mile high session on the plane, we had a round of interviews and TV shows. That was just a regular part of being in California, but I wanted to make sure our girl was okay all the same.
Losing it the first time can be tough.
Losing it the first time to three men can be a fucking vortex.
She had to be teeming with emotions, that sweet pussy sore.
Poor thing. Katy would get used to it soon enough though.
Because after I saw the tinge of blood along the side of my cock, I knew it was on. We weren’t gonna stop, no way no how. Not even if God himself intervened.
“How's our girl?” Trent asked with a lift of his eyebrow.
“She's good,” I grunted. “Exhausted after running around with us today, but I told her to just chill at the hotel for now.”
“Good. We put her through a lot yesterday,” Trent smirked. “Let her get some beauty sleep.”
“Shit, what did we ever do before we bought that airline?” I asked rhetorically.
“Elite Air,” Nick interrupted. “It’s Elite.”
“And what did we do before we had Katy?” growled Trent. “I’ll take one of her over the fifteen different stewardesses that tried fucking us in the airplane bathroom before.”
It’s true. We’re approached all the time, even when the ladies are on the job.
“Yeah,” I said with a laugh. “But this is definitely the way to go. First class? Please, it’s all about the next level.”
And with that, there was silence, all three of us thinking to our best girl.
Because I loved having Katie around.
She was a good girl. A sweet girl. The sexiest fuck this side of life and I don't even know how we'd managed to find her—or how Helena managed to find her.
Our manager was getting a helluva Christmas present and a big bonus this year for our hard work.
But trust Nick to throw a wrench in things.
“As much as I love having her around, don't you think we're fucking up her life here?” Nick looked at me and Trent over his empty plate. “This can’t be good for the female.”
“What do you mean?” was my grunt. But the dread in my veins told the whole story. I knew.
“She deserves better than us,” Nick shrugged. “What do you think? She’s eighteen and was a virgin until we got our cocks into her. She's young and inexperienced. We’re kind of taking advantage of her naivety and…I don’t know. It feels wrong, I guess. She deserves a loving, devoted husband and a bunch of kids, not three bastards like us that are just using her for sex.”
I glared at him, blue eyes flashing.
“Come on, Nick. Why you gotta be such a fucking downer?” was my growl. “We were having a good time.”
But by the look on Trent's face, I knew he was thinking seriously about what Nick just said. His lip curled, staring at the tablecloth.
Sure, I get it.
I’m a protective bastard. Plus, I genuinely cared about the girl. She didn’t compare to our other quick fucks, not even close.
Maybe Katy deserved a man who could give her a normal life. Babies, a desk job, a simple house in the suburbs. But wasn’t it okay to play for a while? Who was I to judge?
The three of us were silent for a moment, the waiter pausing with a question on his lips. But we waved him away before the words came.
And finally, I had to say it.
“You're right, Nick.”
“Yeah,” Trent nodded, expression stern. “She deserves better than us.”
Fuck. We found our perfect girl, and just like that, she’ll be gone.
“We should let her go, then,” Nick growled. “And soon.”
Shit, this sucked. The air evaporated from my lungs, making it hard to breathe. My limbs felt cold and lifeless. And what was the point anyways?
She couldn’t take her virginity back.
“After the show in ‘Frisco,” Nick spoke abruptly.
I turned to stare at him. Was he serious? Did he really think that we’d be ready to give up Katy so soon?
But we were interrupted then.
“Alpha Prime! Oh my god!” A chick’s scream jerked me out of my haze of depression. A thin blonde thing ran up to us, fake boobs jiggling. “I love you guys so much!”
The girl slapped her hands to her chest, clasping her hands together to smash her boobs together and make them look bigger. She was skinny with a lot of blonde extensions, and to most dudes, she would probably be pretty. I knew well enough what fake tits looked like, though. None of us wanted to touch that.
“Thanks, honey,” came my smooth voice. “Appreciate it.”
I wanted to kick her to the curb but forced myself to be chill.
“You guys are my absolute favorites!” she gabbled. “You have to know that.” The girl reached out and grabbed a passing waiter, shoving an expensive phone in his hand. “Take my picture with them.”
Shit.
Well, at least the girl was nice enough to wait until we were done with dinner.
We all stood up to take a picture with the groupie and I smiled and flirted because it was my job. My heart wasn't in it but hey, what did that matter?
The chick ran off once she saw that none of us were interested in fucking her. And once she was gone, we sat back down.
“I guess it's back to eating hamburger once we give up this steak, huh?”
Nick blinked, looking confused but Trent got what I was saying right away. He poked at the leftover piece of steak on his plate. Rubbery and disgusting.
“Yeah,” came that low voice. “We might as well enjoy her while we can. It fucking sucks but what can you do? She deserves better.”
And with that, it was decided. We were gonna love our girl a couple more times, but it was only temporary.
Because soon enough, Katy would have to go … taking our hearts with her.