Three Alpha Romeo

Part of me wanted to skip the merry-go-round. To just drag these beautiful men back to our snowy bungalow, and fuck all three of them until they were drained completely dry. To just lay back on one of the oversized beds and let them ravage my horny, eager body. Over and over and over and—

“You want to ride this thing or would you rather ride him?” Holden joked, as we were still making out. Marcus had his hands all over me now. I sighed as we broke the kiss just long enough for him to bury his face in my neck.

“Okay, okay,” I relented. “Let’s… well…”

Somehow I gathered enough of my senses to extract myself from the Ranger’s arms. I grabbed two big hands — it didn’t even matter who they belonged to — and pulled my boyfriends in the direction of the lights and music.

And this was just day one of our time at the Winter Wonders festival.

Brussels, Belgium.

It had seemed like an incredible place to spend the holiday. The perfect place to lose ourselves in the happy crowds; to laugh and love and kiss and not have to worry a single thing about being stared at or spotted or…

Or found by Indigo.

It was the one dark smudge on the last few months: the constant fear of being located. Since Taormina, we’d kept pretty much on the run. Barcelona. Turin. Luxembourg. Skirting our way through lower Europe, while trying to figure out what to do.

“Kyrkos was a big fish,” Marcus had warned. “They won’t take his death lightly. And his men still know what he knew, which means there’s a good chance they won’t forget about us.”

We decided together that our best bet was to make ourselves scarce. See just how short memories could be, and whether or not we’d be forgotten about over time.

But it was Indigo. And that part worried us.

Still, it had been an amazing few months. Traveling constantly, sticking to crowds. Immersing ourselves in the different cultures, and never staying in the same spot twice.

That… and of course falling deeply in love with three incredible men.

It was what worried me most of all; losing them afterward. Having to endure the pain of going our separate ways, now that our common enemy had been vanquished. Yet instead of drifting apart, beating Kyrkos had had the opposite effect. It had actually drawn us closer together.

It made sense though, when I really thought about it. We were four people whose lives had been consumed by a never-ending quest. We’d forsaken careers, friends, even what very little family we had.

So when it was over, it was like a giant piece of us was suddenly missing.

In retrospect, maybe that’s what kept us together as well. The fires that burned hot enough to fuel our hatred for Kyrkos had somehow fused our lives together as one. Forged us into an unbreakable, indestructible weapon.

We were one week into Germany when the guys professed their common love for me. Holden and Randall yes, but also Marcus as well. There was absolutely no jealousy. Not between any of them, anyway. They’d shared me individually as well as together. They’d had me every which way a man could have a woman… and then some.

By this point they were three as one. Brothers-in-arms, now. And as long as I had enough love for each of them in turn, they wanted to stay with me. All of us. Together.

They told me all this on a cliff in Marseille, overlooking the Mediterranean Sea. The moment had caused my heart to melt. I’d broken helplessly down, nearly drowning in an ocean of happy tears.

Since then we’d become a single, glorious relationship. A multi-faceted jewel, with me in the middle.

“Ice skating?” asked Randall, as we neared the carousel.

“Ice skating tomorrow,” I said, skipping ahead. “Right after this…” I winked back at them and twirled at my hair. “I’m thinking we should go home.”

I searched my lovers’ expressions for a smile. A wink back. A blown kiss. Instead, I got none of those things.

In the blink of an eye, all three of their faces had somehow gone deadly serious.

“W—What’s wrong?”

A cold feeling stole over me. I was startled. Frightened again, for the first time since Taormina.

“Andrea,” said Holden. “Turn around and keep walking normally.”

I followed the order immediately, and without question. When I’d fallen back in step with them, I could hear Holden talking casually, not raising his voice.