“You want to start cliff diving with me?” Ethan cocks an eyebrow.
“No, but I have a proposition, for all of you.”
Noah laughs. “A proposition you say?”
I smirk. “Not that kind of proposition. A business proposal.”
“Oh, yeah?” Ethan asks, his curiosity piqued. “What sort?”
I twist my lip, hoping they like what they hear. “I think you should break your contract with Black Bull and let me take over the business side of things.” I take a deep breath, looking down at my hands, scared to be rejected.
The truth is, rejection has been the backdrop of my entire life. “I want to handle the paperwork and phone calls and budgets. I want to organize your itinerary and take that off your plate.”
Noah frowns. “Why would anyone do that willingly?”
I shrug. “I went to college to be an accountant. I’m good with numbers and data and details. I think if you guys gave me a chance—”
Enzo cuts me off. “Bellissima, that is too much to offer.”
“No, it isn’t. The idea of you going to New Zealand with Drew is unacceptable. It would tear every good thing we have apart. And I believe in you guys. I saw your fans this week cheering for you, not to mention the fan mail Mason’s been receiving wishing him a quick recovery. You have built a big enough brand that you don’t need Back Bull.” I pause, still nervous to look around the room. “What you need is me.”
When I finally lift my chin, and look at the men I love, I see nothing but acceptance, relief, and pride.
“So, what do you say?” I ask.
Mason smiles, shaking his head. “I say finding you on the beach was the best goddamn thing to ever happen to us.”
“So, that’s a yes?” I bite my bottom lip, my heart already blossoming with excitement.
“It’s a hell fucking yes,” Noah says. And the other men agree wholeheartedly.
And me? I’m on cloud nine.Chapter 37MasonIt’s been a long month, and I am so ready to move on. Damn, I am so fucking horny right now. Sitting in the doctor’s office, holding Chloe’s hand, I am more than ready to get back to my old self. And get Chloe on top of me. And under me.
Damn, I miss that woman’s body.
I was able to walk into the office today on my crutches, but I need to make sure the skin graft is completely healed before Chloe and I mess around. The last thing we want is for me to go back to where I started. The surgeries really wrecked me.
“Mason,” my doctor says, “I couldn’t be more pleased with your improvement.”
“That certainly is good to hear, I’m so ready to start living my life again.”
“I’m sure,” he says. “For an athlete like you, I know how important your recovery is. And I’m pleased to tell you that the bandages are coming off, and you can begin physical therapy next week.”
Chloe squeezes my hand. I am so happy to be less of a burden on the woman I love. After the ExSports ended last week, my sister left. She got over the reality of our relationship with Chloe. Mostly because she was being wooed by Drew. Which meant Chloe was back to full-time nurse mode.
And to be honest, she’s really fucking good at it. She even got a little nurse outfit, and in that lingerie, she did a strip tease for me the other night. She is more than I fucking deserve, and all I fucking want.
“That is so good to hear,” I tell the doctor. Looking down at my leg, which has been undressed from the bandages for the exam, all I can think is how fast can I get off this fucking table and back home.
I am horny as fuck and need my girl.
Now.
“So, are we all done here?” I ask, reaching for my crutches.
Chloe bites her bottom lip, containing a laugh. She knows why I’m so ready to get out of this office. We’ve been talking dirty for days, getting ready for the moment when we got the go ahead.
The doctor hands me paperwork for the physical therapist, and we schedule a follow-up appointment—but then?
Chloe and I are in the car, my hands holding her face before she can put the car in reverse. “I love you so fucking much, baby. Thank you for being here for me through thick and thin.”
“Always, Mason. I’ll be here for you always.”
“Then I was thinking, as a gift to you, tonight can we all make love to you? I want you to have all of us.”
“Mason, are you sure?” she asks, a smile spreading across her luscious lips. “You’ve waited a long time.”
“Well, you’re the new boss of us, aren’t you?” I say raising my eyebrows, thinking about the way she handled Black Bull yesterday, she organized a conference call, spoke with a lawyer, began going through our books. She was sexy as hell with that earpiece in, making those calls, looking so damn hot with her hair wrapped up in a bun, her assets on display.