My 3 Rockstar Bosses

“Think of it like a time share,” he remarked casually. “None of us are in Tucson very often, not even Tom,” he drawled. “Asshole is always in the air, flying here and there. So it made sense to share a home. Plunk down some cash, whoever’s in town uses it.”

“I’ve only been in Tucson twice this year,” added Damien. “Makes no sense to have a huge house that’s empty.”

I nodded slowly. Of course. Billionaires don’t waste, it’s how they got rich in the first place.

“But is it awkward?” I managed on a whisper. “You know … when things get down?”

Oh god, it was so embarrassing asking this question. But I should have known. Because the alphas weren’t embarrassed at all.

“Awkward how, sweet thing?” teased Andrew, brows waggling. “You mean do our swords cross?”

“No!” I gasped. “Well. Maybe, yes?”

The six men burst out laughing then as we pulled up in front of the mansion. And I do mean mansion. The house was giant, with soaring ceilings and a fountain in front. Imagine that. In the middle of the desert was a burbling fountain, a graceful nymph dancing on one foot.

“This place costs a fortune to maintain,” said Aaron, shaking his head. “But it’s worth it. We buy what makes us happy, and coming home to this,” he said, gesturing at the stone estate with a sweeping lawn. “Is what makes us happy.”

But still, there was the question on the tip of my tongue as we made our way inside.

“But do your swords cross?” I asked tentatively again, almost too embarrassed to look them in the eye. “I mean, it’s totally fine if they do, no judgment. I just wanted to ask.”

The alphas were amused, tilting those dark heads back to reveal perfect white smiles.

“Naw honey. We only get up to no good if there’s a woman around. It takes two X chromosomes to play, none of us are into that man on man shit. Although Aaron wants me, I’m sure,” cracked Nick.

“Fuck you, asshole,” was Aaron’s retort. “Get that fucking fuck stick out of sight.”

I nodded. Okay, that was one thing cleared up. So the guys weren’t into any erotic play among themselves, it was all female-centric.

“But what about the night time situation?” I asked, voice only slightly quavery. “Is there only one bed? Or do you guys have barracks?”

That one made them dissolve into hearty gusts of laughter.

“Like Madeline and her friends, twelve little girls with twelve little beds in the dorm? Naw, honey. How many bedrooms do you think this place has?”

I flushed.

“No, it’s not that there aren’t enough bedrooms. I mean, yes,” I said miserably, tongue-tied and confused. “I mean no.”

Charlie took my hand, pressing a kiss to the palm.

“Sweetheart, we’re not into each other. Trust me. The sperm mixes, but only inside a woman’s beautiful body. If there’s no female, then we’re not interested in seeing one another. At all,” he said with emphasis, looking at the other guys.

I understood perfectly.

“So six bedrooms,” I said finally. “There’s six different bedrooms.”

“For sure,” drawled Tom. “There’s dozens of rooms in this place sweetheart. We’ll even let you pick your own. But choose a suite, baby, because that’s where we’ll be spending most of our time.”

I nodded, cheeks flushing hotly. Of course. The guys wanted to do me again and again, and the room of the female was where they congregated. So as we traipsed upstairs, I oohed and ahed over all the guest suites, finally settling on one that had an enormous round bed in the center, enough to accommodate all of us.

“This one,” I pronounced happily, bouncing up and down on the mattress, curves flying. “This one is good.”

“Perfect choice,” growled Damien.

“Absolutely on target,” agreed Tom.

And in a moment, they were on it, six alpha forms, hard and muscular, their cocks pointing my way.