Dragon

No matter what Ex and Sin said to scare us, I was determined to let her know I wanted us to date. My preference would be to jump straight into old lady status, but she might not go for it. Just because I'd only been on one date in my life didn't mean I wasn't capable of dating a woman. For her, I'd do it.

How did I keep finding myself in scenarios where a woman was deciding whether she wanted me? In Bella's case, it hadn't been anything like it was with Micaela. Sure, Bella was good-looking and everything. I took a shot. We had fun on our one date, but she was already under Boomer's spell. We just didn't know it. My heart wasn't hurt when she chose him. My pride was scratched. If Micaela chose Ashes or Vicious, it would hurt and take time to recover if I ever would.

I tried not to do it over this past week, but I'd dreamed of us together. The daydreaming was about what life would be like day-to-day. The nighttime dreams were the hot ones that required me to handle myself to get relief. It's not something you want to recall when looking at a brother's woman. I'd never had those dreams or thoughts about Bella, thank God.

My brothers seemed lost in their heads as much as I was, but sitting around wouldn't solve our dilemma. The longer we waited to talk to her, the more we'd psych ourselves out. Making a decision, I took out my cell phone and sent a text.

Me: Hey, are you busy right now? If not, would you please come to Ashes' trailer?

She responded within moments.

Micaela: I'm not doing anything important. I'll be there in a couple of minutes. Is everything alright? Is Ashes okay? Are you?

Me: We're fine. Need to talk. See you when you get here.

Putting it in my pocket, I told them what I had done. "Micaela is on her way. She said she'd be here in a few minutes."

"What the fuck! You texted her? Why? Maybe we aren't ready," Ashes protested.

"Even if we sit here all night, we'll only be driving ourselves and each other crazy. Just tell her. Pussyfooting around won't get us an answer. I want to know," I told him.

Vicious was muttering under his breath.

"What're you saying?" I asked.

"Nothing. It's a moot point now, although you could've warned us you were sending it, asshole."

"Whatever. It's done now."

We sat there in silence as we waited. I was about to get up and get another drink when there was a soft knock at the door. It was Micaela. I took a deep breath and scanned them. They were on their feet. I went to the door and opened it since I was the closest.

Standing there looking like a million bucks was my dream woman. She was dressed in shorts and a girly top that showed off her curvy figure. Her red toenails were peeking out of her sandals. I was glad the shorts were long enough to cover her ass. I wouldn't mind seeing her cheeks hanging out, but only if it was in private. She gave me a hesitant smile.

"I'm here. You've got me curious. What's up? We usually meet in the clubhouse," she said as she walked in. I had the door shut before she saw the other two. She was taken aback to see the three of us. They came over to us.

"Hi, Micaela, why don't you take a seat? Can we get you anything?" Ashes asked.

"No, I'm good. What in the world is this about, guys?" She went to the couch and sat. I wished I was next to her, but they got there first. Fuckers.

Once seated, I decided to get the ball rolling. "Micaela, nothing is wrong, I assure you. We asked you here so we could talk privately without everyone listening or sticking their noses into our conversation."

"Alright, so what was so important that it had to be done in private? Do you need something? Did I do something wrong?"

"Angel Lips, you didn't do a damn thing wrong. It's nothing like that. Let me ask you this. How has the past week been for you? Have you enjoyed it?" Vicious prodded.

She got a tiny frown on her face as she thought over what he asked. I wanted to kiss the crease it created between her eyes.

"I'm not sure what you want to know. It was jam-packed until the wedding. Since then, it's been nice to relax with my brother and Shain. I've loved being here at the compound and getting to know everyone. You guys have been amazing in keeping me company and entertained. Is that what you meant?"

"Yeah, partially. We want to talk about the time you've spent with us. It's been amazing for us too. We've loved getting to know you and hope you feel you know us enough," I hinted.

"I do feel I know you better than the others, but I'm not sure what you mean by enough. Enough for what? How?"

"What he means is, do you find any of us attractive? Would you ever consider one of us to be old man material?" Vicious spit out.

Ashes and I glared at him, but it was too late to take it back. He was the one with no patience with things he felt wasted time. Her mouth had dropped open, and a flush was staining her cheeks. Damn it, he embarrassed her. I'd have to kill him later. She wasn't making eye contact with any of us.

"Babe, sorry. He could've phrased that better. We don't mean to put you on the spot." I attempted to smooth it over.

She was twisting her fingers together. This was a disaster. Was she trying to figure out how to tell us she didn't like any of us romantically? Or had she picked one of us and didn't know how to tell the others? She wouldn't want to hurt anyone's feelings. She was sassy and strong but still sweet.

"Dragon is right. We don't want to do that. Would it be better if we let you talk to us one at a time or maybe meet tomorrow?" Ashes asked. I didn't want to wait, but if pushing her made her say no to all of us, I would. I wanted to protest him asking.

Her eyes came up slowly. She was looking at us through her thick lashes. It was damn cute. Her blush was still present, and she fidgeted in her chair. I scooted to the edge of my seat and hooked one of her hands with one of mine. It stretched them over V's lap, but I didn't care.

"It's alright," I assured her.

"I'm sorry. You took me by surprise. I'm not sure what to say."

"Just say you don't see any of us as more than a friend, or if that's not true, name the one you wouldn't be opposed to exploring more with," Ashes told her.

"Guys, stop pushing," I warned.

"You want to know as much as we do. Micaela, we're adults. We can take it. I'll be honest. I got the feeling you found me attractive. Was I wrong?" Vicious asked.

"There's a big problem, and it's why I don't know what to say. It makes me seem awful. I've never been in this predicament before. God, it's embarrassing. I don't want to tell you." Her face grew redder.

My curiosity was piqued now. Surely, whatever the problem was, it wasn't that awful. Maybe she was a lesbian, although I refused to think my radar was off. She was sexually into me, wasn't she?

She inhaled loudly, blew it out, and then let the words flow. As they registered, I was stunned, not knowing what to say, and my brothers appeared to be in the same boat.

"I find myself liking all of you, and I feel sexually drawn to all three of you. I've never had this happen before. I tried to sort it out in my head to see if I was more affected by one of you than the others. I can honestly say I'm not. Any time I'm around you, it's all I can do to ignore how I feel. Christ, this sounds so awful. I feel like a slut. I should be one of those bunnies or hang arounds Daredevil told me about, except I'm not usually like this. Something is wrong with me." She had tears in her eyes as she finished her confession.

To say I was stunned was an understatement, but there was no way I wanted her to feel she was a slut or be on the verge of crying over it. I came off the chair and went to my knees. A bit of shuffling had me kneeling at her feet. Vicious was rubbing the other hand he held, and Ashes was rubbing her back. They were concerned, too.

"None of us think you're a slut. Get that shit out of your head. And for sure, never say you should be a bunny or hang around. Over my dead body will it happen. Am I flabbergasted? Yes, I am. I'm also flattered and happy. I just don't know where this leaves us," I told her. How the fuck would we resolve this?

"Maybe you need to spend more time with us. You know, go out on dates, and do one-on-one time to see who edges out the others," Ashes suggested, hopefully. It wasn't a terrible idea, but it would just prolong our agony.

"We could, but is it worth it? What I mean is, even if I ruled two of you out, I'm only here for three more weeks, and then I have to go home to Florida. I don't sleep around. I guess our ideas of a relationship and being serious are different. Sorry. Now that I think about it, it's better if we leave it as friends," she said.

"Like hell. We're not trying to get a piece of ass for a couple of weeks! If we wanted that, tons of women around here would more than happily give it to us," Vicious said impatiently.

I jumped in to shut him up. "Shut the fuck up!"

"No, I won't. Micaela, you might be the woman who is meant to be with me for the rest of my life. I'm not passing that opportunity up if you find me desirable too. As for three weeks and you leave, they need photographers in Tenillo. Is there anything preventing you from moving to Texas? Is your home and life there so great you can't tear yourself away? I'd say I'd move, but the club is here. Your big brother and sister-in-law are here. They'll be having that baby before you know it. Do you want to be over a thousand miles from your niece or nephew?"

He was bombarding her with too much, but there were some excellent points in there, so I didn't tell him to shut up, and neither did Ashes. When he was done, we waited to see what Micaela would say.

"I know they have photographers everywhere, but what if I can't get enough business to live on? I'd have to have an apartment and rent space for my studio. There's a bunch that goes into it. No one here knows me. I'd have to build my reputation all over. My apartment is adequate, nothing wonderful. Moving costs money. As for being close when the baby comes, hell yeah, I'd love to be here. Before they left, my parents mumbled about moving after they found out Shain was pregnant. I don't know if they meant it, but I heard them say it. What if I were to move, then we'd break up? It would be awkward, especially if I visited the compound frequently."

"What if we didn't break up? What if you ended up my old lady, and we had a family and grew old together? Life gives no guarantees," was Vicious' automatic response.

She was mulling it over. The wheels were turning. I exchanged hopeful looks with my brothers. God, please let her say yes. The uncertainty was making me crazy. After a good five minutes or more, she replied.

"You're right. What if things worked out? I've lived in Florida all my life but have always wanted to travel and see if I liked somewhere else as much or more. I do find Tenillo charming, the little of it I've experienced. How about this? We'll take these next few weeks to get to know each other better. Some of it will be individual time, other times as a group. We won't tell the others what we're doing. Before it's time for me to go home, I'll let you know if I want to continue. I want each of you to be honest with me. If you determine it's nothing more than a passing fancy, you tell me. No one will be pressured. There's just one final thing." She paused after saying the last sentence.

"What?" Ashes asked.

"No sex. Like I said, I'm not a slut. I need more than simple lust to sleep with a man, and I don't go around sleeping with more than one at a time. Deal?"

"No sex. Deal," I quickly said before she changed her mind.

"Works for me," Ashes told her. All three of us glanced at Vicious. He didn't appear too happy.

"I'll do it. Now, why don't we get our asses to the clubhouse? People will start wondering where we are and what we're doing."

As we stood up, we wisely didn't tell her that two people already knew. I'd catch them alone and ask them to keep it quiet. Nothing better happen to spook her away. It was time to pour on the charm and bring out all the stops. Micaela was gonna be mine—sorry, brothers.