11. Malcom

My knee bounced with pent-up energy. I was like a caged animal ready to pounce on its prey.

I watched Rosa through the security cameras we had set up before she started to work for us. The woman never stopped. Never rested or took a break. Even when she was eating lunch, she was busy in the kitchen stirring some or chopping shit for the dinners she cooked for us.

I groaned and rested my head on the back of my thick leather office chair. At this time of the afternoon, it would only take me twenty minutes to get home. To be in her space and have her smile shyly in my direction. My phone pinged, and I closed my eyes.

Taking a week off meant work had added up in the office, and playing catch-up was always a bitch.

Our girl was feeling better. Rosa's fever had broken on the third day, and she was back to normal by the fourth. We had insisted on her resting and taking it easy, but the woman was stubborn. Before the weekend arrived, she went to acting like the last couple of days hadn't happened.

Like we hadn't been sleeping and cuddling with her nightly.

Like she didn't know what it was like to be crowded by the three of us.

We'd come on too strong that second day, and it had been my fault. Now she was avoiding us. No. That wasn't true. She didn't outright avoid us; she had simply gone back to how it had been. She had built a wall around herself, and we hadn't decided on how the hell to break it down without freaking her out.

Returning to the office, we had agreed at least one of us would be home early.

Tonight was my turn, and I couldn't wait. From the looks of the pot she had out, she was making her famous spaghetti sauce for dinner.

A thought popped into my head, and I opened my laptop. Ignoring the ever-growing list of emails I had to respond to, I brought up a website.

I was done waiting around like a fucking idiot.

I'd done enough of that the last six months. Because of me, Casey and Jett had been forced to do the same. I had to be a man of action because if we were honest, actions spoke louder than words. I ordered what I needed to order and then called my assistant, shocking the hell out of her when I asked where the closest florist was. She recommended two, and I thanked her before hanging up. I called the one that was on the way home and ordered an arrangement, one that I would pick up when I headed home.

Home. It had been a long time since I thought of where I laid my head as home. Home. I had a feeling anywhere Rosa was would feel that way.

Time ticked by way too fucking slowly, and I was up and moving fifteen minutes before I should have because I couldn't wait any longer. I texted the guys to meet in Casey's office. Both were there waiting when I arrived. I shoved my hands in my pockets.

"What is it?" Jett asked, knowing I was up to something.

"You two were right, and I was wrong," I started by saying. They glanced at one another suspiciously before returning their gazes to me. "I should have never said we couldn't touch her."

"We never wanted the same woman like we want her." Jett shrugged, and it irritated me how right he was.

"We've shared women before," I reminded him, and again, the laidback man just shrugged.

"We shared a body. We didn't want the things we want with Rosie." He was frustratingly right.

"She's ours," Casey said, and the three of us nodded in agreement.

"She's avoiding us," Jett added.

"I've been thinking about that, and I have an idea." I told them my plan, and by the time I was done, I glanced at the watch on my wrist. I had to leave if I was going to have time to pick up the arrangement I'd ordered.

"What do you guys think?"

"I think it could work." Jett smiled, but it surprised me to see Case frowning.

"What?" I asked. "What are you thinking?"

"I'm thinking it could blow up in our faces. The mask thing and daddy stuff was when she was sick. What if it was the fever and?—"

"What if it wasn't?"

"She'd be made for us," Casey quickly responded. I could see that was what worried him. Case was deeper than a lot of people gave him credit for. "She could also get pissed we played games."

"That's what safe words are for," Jett brought up, and the three of us nodded. "Though, I have a feeling she might not be opposed to that kind of game," Jett continued.

"Me too," I grunted. I could still feel how her body writhed against mine when she had fallen asleep on my chest mid-movie. The way her body had covered mine and the way she had whispered dirty things in her sleep.

How she had been dreaming about her masked daddies.

How fucking right she was for us.

"So?" I asked and watched them look at one another, and when they glanced at me, they both nodded. I grinned. "Good. Room One Fourteen is booked for us this weekend."

"You booked it before telling us?"

"You guys talked about making her ours without me. We're even." They shook their heads, but I could see them both bite away a smile.

"By next Monday, she will be ours."

"That's fucking great because our new bed should be arriving today," I shared. It was the excuse I was using to be home early so she wouldn't feel like I was underfoot.

"Our new bed," Jett repeated and swallowed hard. He was thinking about the same thing as Casey and I were.

The four of us in one bed all night long.

"This weekend, she's ours."

"If she goes for it," Casey muttered. "If this thing doesn't work?—"

"It will. She likes us. More than likes us. She wants us."

"But she's afraid of what that could cost her," Casey reminded us.

"That's why we do it this way. We have three days. Tonight's mine, tomorrow is?—"

"Mine," Jett cut in, and Casey sighed and nodded.

"Thursday is mine," he mumbled. I grinned like a fucking fool in love.

"This is going to work," I promised Casey. "By Monday, she won't be in that room anymore unless she wants to convert it into some kind of space for herself when she needs a break from us."

"You've really thought about this," Jett noticed. I looked at him.

"You haven't?" I challenged, and he grinned.

"You know I have. I'm just glad you have, too. That we all have. We need to be on the same page for this to work."

"We do." I glanced at Casey. "She has to know that we want her. That this can work. One on one and together."

"I get that. I just hope if she goes to Club Sin like you"re proposing she does, that she doesn't feel like we tricked her afterwards."

"She won't," I said confidently. "If we do this right, by the end of the weekend, she will know how much we love her."

"Love?" Casey repeated. I tossed him a challenging look.

"That's what this is, right?"

"I know. I'm just glad you have the balls enough to admit it and call it what it is." I deserved that. I had been waiting around, trying to fight feelings since we'd met her.

"So, our plan? It's a go?"

"It's a go," they both said at the same time, and I nodded. "I better go, then. See you guys later."

"Good luck!"

"Don't fuck up," they said behind me. I playfully waved the bird at them.

There was no way I would fuck this up.

Not when this meant so much.

Just like when it came to business, I was a man who knew what I wanted, and my best friends were counting on me.