Chapter 3

CHAPTER 3

ELENNA

Wren’s mouth dropped open. "Did I just hear you right? Aidan… Aidan wants you to go on a date with Finley?" She stared at me, her jaw hanging open.

Sinclair, on the other hand, sipped her coffee and looked unsurprised. "What’s wrong with that? Aidan knows you two like each other and isn’t threatened. How many men would do something like that?"

I’d struck up a friendship with her and Wren after I finished university and moved back to Dusk Bay. It was Sinclair who gave me a place to stay until I found a place of my own.

"Without them being there to watch, I don’t know," Wren said. "No guy I’ve ever dated would have sent me off like that. Either they were the jealous kind, or they didn’t last long enough to do anything like that. Now I think about it, that was pretty selfish of them.” She pouted playfully.

"Would you go if they’d wanted you to?" Sinclair asked her. "If someone you were going out with, walked in here right now, and told you to go on a date with…" She waved her spare hand in the air. "Darren from the PR department, would you go?"

Wren glanced towards the door as though one of her exes might actually do just that. When none appeared, she sighed.

"Darren is kinda hot."

I wrinkled my nose. Darren seemed nice enough, but I wouldn’t go as far as to say he was hot.

"You know who else is hot," Sinclair leaned forward. "The new left defenceman, Orion…something." She waved a hand again. "I saw him talking to Coast Riggs this morning. He’s young but he’s hot with a capital H." She fanned herself. "Not as hot as Coast…”

"Are you hoping Coast will take you out and fuck you?" Wren teased.

Sinclair sighed. "A girl can dream. Although, I’m not sure I can compete with his ego. Not to mention the thousands of other women who throw themselves at him on a daily basis."

I sipped my coffee and listened to their conversation. Sinclair, who worked for the Demons as a public relations manager, had a crush on Coast since she first saw him, but never acted on it. Not yet anyway.

"Are you going to do it?" Wren asked. She caught me off guard with the question, but I rallied quickly.

"I’d like to," I admitted. "I’m attracted to Fin, and knowing that Aidan will be at home thinking about us…" Goosebumps popped up on my skin at the thought.

"That sounds like a yes to me," Sinclair drawled. "Personally, I think you should go for it. Everyone is consenting. What do you have to lose?"

"Assuming Fin agrees," I pointed out. "He may think Aidan has lost his mind."

"I’ve seen how Fin looks at you," Wren said with a grin. "He might think that about Aidan, but that won’t stop him from doing it. The moment you say the word, he’ll be all over you. Literally. He would have acted on it already if he didn’t think Aidan would have put a bullet in his brain."

She embraced the lifestyle we all grew up in better than I did. Accepted it anyway. If she’d killed Oscar Fiorelli, she wouldn’t dwell on it, much less feel the need to scrub her hands clean several times a day.

For half a second, I wondered if she was a better fit for Aidan, but the very idea of it made me want to strangle her with my bare hands. To me, she was like another one of my sisters, but if she touched him, I’d be furious.

This line of thinking was moot, because Aidan would never touch either of them anyway. He too saw them as my sisters. He might question their taste in men, but he wouldn’t fuck either of them.

I decided against telling them Aidan suggested I kill half the team to make myself feel better. I had a sneaking suspicion they’d object to me doing that. Typically, that went both ways if they were inclined to commit mass murder. Which they weren’t.

I hoped.

"Are you going to talk to Fin?" Sinclair asked.

"I think I will," I said slowly. "You’re right, he’s not going to say no to this. At least…I don’t think he will. Unless he has some specific objection to fucking another man’s legal wife."

Aidan and I both agreed that marriage was little more than a piece of paper, but we did it anyway. After a bottle or two of wine, it seems like a good idea. Neither of us regretted it, but it didn’t automatically imply monogamy from either of us. His decision not to see other women was about our relationship, not our vows.

Of course, that also didn’t automatically mean Finley would agree. Sexual attraction was one thing, crossing lines he didn’t want to cross was another. I wouldn’t push him and I knew Aidan wouldn’t either. He wouldn’t want to lose a friend because of a kink.

"If he does, he’s crazy to miss out on the chance," Wren said. "If this is Aidan’s thing, then another opportunity with another guy might arise. Pun intended." She grinned.

I shook my head at her and snorted. Was it Aidan’s thing, or was this about Finley? I should have asked him. I was surprised he suggested it. So much so, I hadn’t thought it all the way through. Not past what it would feel like to have Finley’s hands all over me.

"Maybe with Aidan and some other guy," Sinclair said.

"Or a couple of them," Wren said. "You only live once and all.”

"I don’t really want to think about Aidan having sex with anyone, but Wren is right," Sinclair said. "There’s nothing wrong with embracing your sexuality."

"I guess so," I said awkwardly.

Sharing me a little was one thing. Sharing me a lot was another. That was a conversation Aidan and I might have to have at some point. How far did his desire to have other men fuck me go? Not the whole team, that was more cocks than I knew how to handle. I only had three holes.

Although, I knew Abbie Hart, one of my favourite singers, had seven. Men, not holes. Six of them were members of the band Wolf Venom. The seventh was their manager. That was a lot of cocks. And a lot of egos. She must be something else to put up with all of them.

"If you get the chance," Wren said. "Go for it. I know you’re not as…" She bit her lip, trying to find the words.

"Not as much of a horn bag as we are?" Sinclair suggested.

Wren choked on a laugh. "Something like that."

"Who says I’m not?" I’d fucked Aidan an hour after we met, didn’t that count? A day didn’t go past when we didn’t fuck at least once, often several times. I decided I was probably as horny as they were. For all I knew, I was even hornier.

"Maybe you are and you’re wearing Aidan out?" Wren ducked to the side when I threatened her with my spoon. "What? He is fifteen years older than you. It’s only natural he’d slow down before you would. Maybe you should get yourself someone younger, just in case."

"You’re making it sound like I have a series of boxes to tick." I counted them off my fingers. "Older guy who may or may not have anger issues." I ignored their snorts of laughter. "A guy who is between us in age and knows how to do laundry."

"That’s a bonus right there," Wren said.

I ignored that too, even though she was right. A guy who knew how to use a washing machine was a keeper..

"And a younger guy to keep up with me when Aidan and Finley are old and decrepit. Should I wait a while? This younger guy might not have been born yet."

Predictably, they both made faces of disgust.

"I mean, if forty-seven-year-old you wants to date a twenty year old, you have my full support," Wren said. "But when you put it that way, it’s icky." She shuddered dramatically.

I smiled. "That was the point."

"This certainly explains everything." Wren sipped on her coffee. "You and Aidan are both sadistic." She pointed a finger at me before I could say anything. "I’m only going on what the guys say. Aidan is driven. He doesn’t cut the guys even a millimetre of slack."

"He shouldn’t," Sinclair said. "The guys have lost the last five games. Someone has to kick them in the ass, or they’re going to keep losing. Caleb Brantley isn’t going to fund them forever."

"Are you sure about that?" I asked. "While they suit his purpose, he’s going to keep doing what he’s doing." I didn’t elaborate. The coffee shop was small and fuck only knew who was listening. Plenty of people in Dusk Bay had no idea what went on virtually under their noses. I wasn’t going to enlighten them.

Besides which, my friends both knew exactly what I was referring to. Many of the other wives and girlfriends also knew, but some were clueless. Sometimes I wished I was.

Subconsciously, I wrung my hands and glanced down at the table.

"It’s not your fault," Sinclair said, as though she read my mind.

"I’m distracting Aidan." I sighed and looked back up at them. We both knew we were referring to Ike and Oscar, but it was easier to pretend we weren’t.

"Sweetie, they were losing long before that," Sinclair reminded me. "Maybe not as badly, but still… Now with Lex on board as strength and conditioning coach, they can turn the season around. Personally, I’ll be glad when they do. The PR department has its work cut out for it with the negative publicity." She sighed and toyed with the handle of her coffee cup.

"I’ll bet it does," I said. "Aidan might let up on them a little." As if that would happen.

"Until then, Sinclair could offer Coast some pity sex." Wren grinned, even after Sinclair flicked cake crumbs at her.

"There’s worse things than a pity fuck." Sinclair eyed her sideways.

"It’s not as good as hate sex," Wren said. "Especially up against a wall." Her eyes glazed and she smiled, clearly thinking back.

"Hate sex is good too," Sinclair agreed. "Actually, everything but boring sex."

"That’s a given," I said. No one would ever accuse Aidan of being boring. I frowned. "What if Fin is boring?"

They both grinned.

"If he is, we want to hear all the juicy details," Wren said. "And if he isn’t, we still want to hear the details."

"Definitely." Sinclair nodded firmly before picking up her cup and drinking the last of her coffee.

"I don’t know if you two are the best, or if you’re just enabling me." I finished the last of my own coffee and pushed my chair back from the table..

They glanced at each other and spoke in unison.

"Both!"