Give Me More (Salacious Players Club, #3)

by Sara Cate

By the end, her eyes are wide, and she’s staring at me for a long time before finally saying something. “So…do you want to be with them? In a committed, poly relationship with both of them?” “Yeah.” The answer slips out of my mouth easily. As easily as breathing. Because I do.

Noticing me deep in thought, Silla approaches me and places a hand on my arm. “I’m going to leave you with those big questions swirling around in that beautiful head of yours. But you know…if it doesn’t work out, we could always use you at the Crescent City Club. Just a thought.” I give her a tense smile and nod. “Thanks.”

“That was uncomfortable…” he mumbles as he closes the distance between us. He reaches for me, but I pull away and his playful smile quickly fades. “What did I do?” “How long are we going to do this, Hunter?” “Do what?” he asks, which makes me even angrier. How dare he even act like that’s a question. “This!” I snap. “This secret thing…this undefinable thing where we fuck each other and act like it’s nothing.”

Because I do love Drake. Even if I can’t say it out loud yet. I love that man as much as I love my wife, and I should have been telling him that all along. Instead, I’ve held him prisoner to my love—but that ends now.

“No, I don’t come here often, but now I’m thinking I should.” “To pick up girls?” I reply, trying not to blush. “To talk to you.” “That’s a bad plan,” I reply. He looks shocked for a moment as he fidgets in his stance. “Why?” “Because I come here to read, and if you bother me while I’m reading—no matter how cute you are—I’m going to really dislike you.” He bites his bottom lip as he grins again. “You think I’m cute?”

“I’m gonna save you in here as Red, but can I have your actual name?” “Isabel.” “Isabel…” he says, trying it out on his tongue. “And yours?” I ask. “Hunter, your future boyfriend. No…your future husband.” This time I laugh so loud, I get an angry shh from the librarian, so I cover my mouth.

I think my dick might actually fall off. How long can one person go without sex before that becomes a real concern? I’m being dramatic, I know, but these past two months have been rough. And not just because I have not stuck my dick into anything other than my fist, but because a little piece of my life is missing. Okay, a big piece.

“What?” I snap. Then I spin her so she can see herself. “Look at that stunning woman. Yes, the change is different, but you’re fucking crazy if you think you don’t look hot as fuck right now.” Her shoulders slump. “What if he hates it? What if he misses my long hair?”

Leaning down, I open the bottom drawer, rifling through the random things Hunter left behind until I find what I’m looking for. I knew he had one. Quickly, I pull it out, along with its long black cord. As I plug it in, she watches me curiously. Checking the settings, I set them to something in the middle—not too short. Then, I quickly flip it on and run the clippers along the middle of my head. Isabel lets out an ear-piercing shriek. “Drake! What are you doing?” she cries as most of my golden blond locks fall to the floor.

I smile against her shoulder, knowing that I’ve officially marked her now. I’m not taking my friend’s girl. I’m taking mine—no, ours.

“Well, the truth is that the three of us…” I look up to find Charlie clinging to Emerson’s arm, a hopeful expression on her face. Mia is staring wide-eyed at me, and Garrett is biting back a grin.

This team has always had each other’s back, and right now, I can feel just how much they have mine. “The three of us are together. In a relationship. Even Drake and I. I…uh, I’m bisexual.” As those words bleed out of me, all of the weight and sickness I felt from holding them in bleeds out too. Across from me, Charlie is beaming. Mia is tearing up as she reaches a hand out for me, and at the end of the table, Emerson is wearing an expression of pride.

When no one says anything for a while, I let out a heavy breath. “You all knew that already, didn’t you?” The table breaks out in mumbled responses, confirming my suspicion. They knew this whole damn time. “Why didn’t you guys say anything?” “It was none of our business,” Emerson states. “To be honest, I thought you three had been banging this whole time,” Garrett replies, and Mia rolls her eyes at him.

After locking the front door, I head into the back, so I can close out the books for the day, do some last-minute picking up, and throw the towels into the hamper to take home and wash. Just as I shut the computer off, I hear the bell of the front door chime, and I freeze. I locked it, didn’t I? I swear I locked it. The only other people with a key are my receptionist and…

when I see a man standing near the door with a bouquet of flowers in his hands. It doesn’t matter that the lights are still on and I can see him clear as day. My brain doesn’t compute right away and so I stare in shock at my husband, who I haven’t laid eyes on in two whole months—fifty-seven days, to be exact. A scream flies from my mouth as I sprint across the room, eating up every inch of space between us in desperation. The flowers he’s holding are crushed between our bodies as I soar into his arms, crashing against him.

“Oh, Red,” he whispers against my temple as I bury my face in his neck, and the sound of his voice sends me over the edge. I let out the sob I’ve been holding in. “Please don’t go again,” I beg. “Please, please, please.” His dark chuckle vibrates through me. “I’m not going anywhere. I’m done being away from you.”

“I’ve been doing a lot of thinking, Isabel. And I realized that the night I watched you two together, I saw something I should have seen a long time ago. It wasn’t about jealousy—it was about watching the two people I love, together. I do love you both.”

“I love you both too,” I whisper. “I also realized…that if I can’t have you both…” His voice trails as he takes a heavy inhale, preparing himself to say whatever is weighing on his mind. I brace myself for the rest. “If I can’t have you both, I’d rather you have each other.” “Hunter…” I whisper. “I do hope you two have used this time to be happy together, Isabel. I just hope…there’s still room for me.” I grab his face, kissing him fiercely on the lips. “There will always be room for you. We are nothing without you, and I know Drake feels the same. He wants to see you accept yourself as much as he wants to see you accept him.”

Not even a minute later, he’s helping her down, undoing her ropes carefully, so she doesn’t fall. The crowd claps for them, and Drake doesn’t waste a second. Bounding off the stage, he bolts across the room toward us. His arms go wide to bring Hunter in for a hug, but Hunter doesn’t take the hug. Instead, he grabs for Drake’s neck, and fiercely pulls him in for a rough kiss. Their mouths fuse together, and I notice the brief look of shock on Drake’s face before he melts into the kiss, pressing Hunter against the wall, letting his body express just how much he missed him.

“I think you deserve a proper coming out,” Hunter adds. “So, go ahead.” Drake laughs. “I just fucked you and you want me to come out now?” “Yep. You deserve to say it out loud.” With a proud grin plastered on his face, Drake states with confidence, “I’m bisexual.”

“Don’t look so shocked, Eden,” Hunter replies as he holds open the door for us. “Oh, I’m not surprised. I’m actually a little relieved. I was waiting for this to happen.” “I have a feeling we’re going to get that a lot,” Drake replies.

“How can you listen to this crap?” “Easy. I have taste,” I reply coolly as we pull into the studio’s parking lot. Drake switches the radio station, and I roll my eyes before turning it back, using the controls on the back of the steering wheel.

“Seriously, what kind of thirty-three-year-old man listens to Taylor Swift?” “Thirty-four,” I correct him. “Even worse, my friend.” “She just gets me,” I reply, turning it up so loud he winces. “I mean…listen to these lyrics. Straight from the heart.”

As soon as I put the SUV into park, he jumps out, but I keep it running, singing the song loudly with the windows down. Pretty soon, I spot the door of the yoga studio open and see Isabel peek her head out, wondering what all the noise is about. Drake leaves me in the car to greet her. I cut the engi...