Mina folded the message. She’d already gone there with Hendrik and was trying to figure out if showing up with two other guys her second time there was in poor taste. Maybe she could just hang out with them somewhere on campus, without it being the Bunker. She put the message on her desk and went to take a shower. She washed her hair, then wrapped herself up in a small towel, which barely covered her breasts and butt, then walked out into the room, dripping wet.

  When she walked into her room, she almost jumped with fright. Right there, on the bed, she saw Renwick and Raphael, chilling. Their eyes were glued to her.

  “Whoa, now that’s a welcome!” Raphael whistled at the sight before him and she instinctively covered her breasts, even though they were half hidden by the towel.

  “What the hell are you guys doing here!?” she hissed at them.

  “Shut up, you,” Renwick playfully punched Raphael, “sorry, Lucy. We didn’t mean to scare you. We just figured, we’d wait for you to get ready and then just hit the Bunker.”

  They were both laid back, not even trying to hide the fact that they were devouring her with their gazes. She stopped feeling insecure all of a sudden and, instead, only remained upset, but even this sensation was diminishing and she couldn’t resist their tempting smiles.

  “How did you get in?” she wondered, a little more calmly.

  “Your door was unlocked,” Raphael replied this time, with a mischievous wink in his eyes. “You were subconsciously inviting us in, you see.”

  “Do you mind?” she rolled her eyes, pointing at her wardrobe.

  “Oh, by all means,” Raphael nodded. “Just go ahead.”

  “I meant for you to turn around,” she felt a sudden urge to giggle at their boyish mischievousness but managed to stay serious.

  “Turn around,” Renwick instructed Raphael and they immediately did so.

  Mina rushed over to the wardrobe and got some clothes out. She quickly put them on, then went back to the bed but she didn’t sit down next to them. She remained standing, like a mother scolding her two boys who were up to no good.

  “Okay, you can turn around now,” she told them.

  “Not as nice as before but I can work with it,” Raphael winked at her.

  “You really are a pig, aren’t you,” she rolled her eyes again and the guys both laughed.

  She couldn’t resist joining in.

  “I don’t really have anything to offer you, guys,” she told them. “I could rush over to the machine in the hallway and get you some coffee.”

  “We were actually hoping you’d agree to go to the Bunker tonight,” Raphael said.

  “Oh, the message,” she remembered, biting her lip. “I’m kinda tired.”

  “Oh, come on,” Renwick urged her.

  “Yeah, come on!” Raphael repeated.

  “Seriously guys, it’s been a helluva weekend and I’m beat,” she replied, changing her mind about the offered coffee.

  “Well, we could stay here with you,” Raphael grinned. “Keep you safe from all harm?”

  “I appreciate the offer but like I said, I just want to hit the hay.”

  “The lady has spoken,” Renwick got up, “come on, pig.”

  The guys laughed again. Mina had no idea that the guys were such good friends. It was obvious from the way they treated each other. She had to admit, she was surprised to see two such different guys function so well together. She guessed that was why Renwick was such a good advocate for Raphael when they spoke the last time.

  “Are you sure?” Renwick asked again and the twinkle in his eyes sent goosebumps down her back.

  For a second, she imagined his fingers leafing through her body like he leafs through one of his favorite books: slowly, passionately, with complete focus and interest. She felt a hotness arising from somewhere deep inside of her.

  She looked at Raphael, then back at Renwick. She realized only now that she had a major crush on both of them. A crush on Renwick she could totally understand. He was everything she liked in a guy but Raphael was a complete mystery. She hated guys like that. She couldn’t stand them. She wanted them as far away from her as possible and, yet, his presence made her nervous, it made her palms sweaty, it made her heart beat faster and faster. She wanted him to talk to her dirty, just so she could pretend to be offended and talk back to him. It was so much fun but she’d never admit it, especially not to him.

  Then, a scary thought occurred to her. What if he already knew that? What if he knew exactly how he made her feel and that was why he was pushing for this so hard?

  She swallowed heavily, and thought about it for a second. One coffee. Could it really hurt?

  The two of them there, with her - it felt right. Sure, Raphael was being his cocky self as always but she instantly remembered how they’d clicked last time they had a coffee together and how she thought she’d regret it. No such thing happened. She liked them both, that much was obvious and the guys were here for a reason, too. Maybe that reason was the same?

  “Okay then,” she shrugged her shoulders, pretending like she was indifferent to their presence, “I can go and grab us that coffee and you can stay a while.”

  She started to the door but Renwick bolted towards her and gently grabbed her shoulder. His closeness and his touch made her feel like she was standing on top of an active volcano. Her blood turned to lava, boiling hot. She could keep her guard up only for so long, until it would come crashing down before them, allowing them to do to her whatever they pleased.

  “Wait,” Renwick smiled. “I’ll go. You stay here.”

  His voice was kind and gentle, she almost couldn’t believe that a guy’s voice could ever be so soothing. All she wanted to do now was give him an acoustic guitar and make him sing love songs all night long. The thought made her grin uncontrollably.

  “Did I say something funny?” he asked.

  “Oh, no, no...” she quickly shook her head. “It’s just me. I’m silly.”

  “You are,” he grimaced, cupping her chin with his fingers.

  He quickly let go, then walked out the door, leaving Mina and Raphael alone. She had her profile turned to him but she could tell that he hadn’t taken his eyes off of her for a single second. His gaze was deep, pensive, as if he was in grave deliberation on what to do with her. She tried to shoo away these thoughts, which were clouding up her judgment. They were here just for a coffee and nothing more. There would be no hot action, no matter how often these images were popping up inside her mind.

  She made sure to sit on a chair, away from him. She didn’t trust him to be this close to her. Or maybe, just maybe, she didn’t trust herself. She wasn’t sure anymore and she didn’t even want to risk it.

  “Why don’t you sit over here?” he asked her, patting the place next to him on the bed.

  “I’m okay here,” she replied.

  “Scared?” he winked.

  “Of you?” she snorted. “Don’t be absurd.”

  “Actually, I meant are you scared of yourself?”

  “What do you mean?” she frowned.

  “Oh, come on….” he rose up from the reclining position he was in and was now sitting with his legs down and his feet on the floor.

  She watched him, in anxious anticipation.

  “You can’t deny the chemistry that’s between us,” he whispered seductively.

  “I think you got hit in the head with that ball one too many times, my friend,” she teased him, enjoying it far more than she thought she would.

  “Ouch,” he laughed at her comment. “That’s a good one.”

  Instead of a reply, she just raised her eyebrow impertinently, while the corner of her lips danced, in a hidden attempt at smiling.

  “So, you guys headed to the Bunker?” she asked, trying to change the topic.

  The sexual tension in the room was palpable. She had no idea if it was just Raphael and his energy. His good looks were undeniable. Even she herself, who despised such overly assertive, pushy guys, couldn’t refuse him this compliment. Also, there was a boyish, impish kind of charm about him. That was usually when he’d stop being so full of himself and just try to be himself, like that last time. That was the kind of Raphael she could see herself with but, the cocky jock – no.

  “That was the plan, yeah,” he nodded. “Wanted to get you in. But, then I remembered you were already in, so you don’t really need us but we still need you and, besides...”

  Raphael was about to say something, when Renwick opened the door and walked in, carrying three coffees in his hands. He pushed the door closed with his foot.

  “Am I interrupting anything?” he wondered, seeing the look on their faces.

  “Hendrik got her in,” Raphael told him, without even being asked about their topic of conversation.

  Renwick thought about it for a second, then shrugged his shoulders as he handed everyone their coffee.

  “So?” That was his only comment.

  “I thought we had an agreement,” Raphael was pouting and Mina had no idea why.

  “It doesn’t matter,” Renwick urged him. “Stop being a wuss. She’s in. That’s all that matters.”

  Renwick sat back down on the bed, and took a sip of his coffee. Mina felt like they knew something they weren’t telling her. Why was it so important to make her a part of their silly little club?

  “Is there anything you guys want to tell me?” she asked, eyeing them suspiciously, as the heat from her cup oozed through, warming her fingers.

  “No, why?” Renwick smiled, pouring sugar into his cup.

  “I don’t know,” she still sounded distrustful, “feels like you guys are talking about something specific.”

  “Nah,” Renwick waved his hand dismissively, “we were just talking to Hendrik and he said he wouldn’t be going to the Bunker these days, so we offered to get you in. Seems he beat us to it, though, that’s all.”

  He sounded sincere, as he sipped his coffee, not taking his eyes off of her once. Raphael on the other hand, still seemed like he was pouting. His brows came together just a little, giving him that cute, funny upset look. Renwick noticed that she was eyeing Raphael, so he elbowed him gently. She noticed that, too.

  “I didn’t know you guys hung out with Hendrik,” she continued.

  “Well, you know there’s not a lot of us at the Bunker, so we kinda know everyone.”

  “How did it start?” she wondered. “I mean, the Bunker.”

  “My grandfather started it,” Raphael interrupted, less pouty now, obviously proud of this historical fact. “He was friends with Renwick’s grandfather and, basically, whoever was a member back then, their sons and daughters and so on were also automatically in.”

  “What about me then?” Mina asked.

  “We can always add someone new,” Renwick explained. “It’s not a closed kind of club. I mean, you can’t join unless someone gets you in, someone who’s already a member, and even then, the rest need to confirm that it’s okay. So, in the end, it’s a group decision.”

  “I see,” she nodded, “and, why me?”

  Renwick looked at Raphael. For a second, they looked confused, as if there was a secret they knew, but they were keeping her in the dark, like something was preventing them from sharing what they knew.

  “I kinda have a crush on you,” Raphael grinned.

  She burst out laughing. It was such a stupid thing to say and, yet, it sounded completely sweet and genuine. The look of confusion immediately disappeared from their faces and they were their usual selves again. Renwick was also laughing. Mina wasn’t sure if that was the real reason, or if Raphael just cleverly managed to steer the conversation in another direction but she was happy to hear what he had to say.

  “So, I asked if we could get you in,” Raphael was still talking, scratching the back of his head, as Renwick was rolling his eyes and laughing his ass off. “I needed to impress you with something, since my jock record wasn’t doing it, I figured, if I could get you into this club, you’d...”

  “Surely fall for you?” Mina asked, bent over, laughing.

  “Why not?” Raphael was still grinning.

  It was all in good fun. He sounded sincere, but Mina knew there was more to this story. Her gut was telling her that much.

  “I’m in your room in the middle of the night. It worked, didn’t it?” Raphael kept talking, and the atmosphere quickly changed from confusion and suspicion, to fun and games.

  “You’re ridiculous,” Mina waved her hand.

  “But, fun, right?” Raphael added.

  The following hour was spent pleasantly. Raphael was so much different with them now, there wasn’t a trace of that smug guy. They shared stories, laughed and enjoyed themselves. After a while, Mina got up from the chair and stretched out her arms.

  “My butt is numb,” she said out loud, biting her lip. That was meant to be just a thought.

  “Why don’t you sit down over here?”

  It was Renwick’s turn to ask that question again and this time, she agreed. She kept stretching a little more, as she walked towards the bed. The guys were lounging comfortably but they moved to make some room for her, right between them. For a second, she wondered whether this was too dangerous, if she should even be considering this but the desire was too strong. It was pulling her towards them with crazy strength and all she could do was give in.

  She sat down between them and immediately felt Raphael’s hands on her neck. The slayer in her was ready to strike. Her whole body tensed and her fists clenched, but then, she realized, he wasn’t attacking her. His grip was soft and mild, like cotton on her skin. His fingers dug into her skin only superficially, trying to find any sore spots.

  “I can give you a massage,” Raphael offered, seating himself behind her, while Renwick was to her right.

  “He’s very good, I can vouch for that,” Renwick nodded.

  Mina blushed shyly and only managed to nod. Raphael gently gathered up her hair with his fingers. His touch was as soft as butterfly’s wings. It made her shiver. No one was speaking. Silence said it all. It revealed their wishes, their hidden desires, and she knew they all wanted the same. Was there any point trying to deny it any longer?

  Her hair to the side, revealing her swan-like neck, Mina enjoyed the feel of Raphael’s fingers pressing on her skin. Sweet pain mixed with even sweeter pleasure made her want to moan loudly, but she managed to suppress the sound. His fingers were skillful, they knew exactly what she wanted them to do. She wondered if they would be equally skillful if they traveled downward, to her soft, hidden velvet underground and would they know how to press the right places there. The very thought made her blush even more, so she lowered her head, in an effort to hide it.

  A moment later, she felt a soft kiss land on her neck. It came out of nowhere but she wasn’t surprised.

  She wanted it.

  She needed it.

  A soft moan escaped her lips, as goosebumps ran up and down her body. Renwick cupped her chin again and turned her face to his. His eyes penetrated hers, she felt like she could keep no secret from him and she didn’t want to. She wanted him to know her all, to accept her all, to love her all. She didn’t want to close her eyes. She kept looking at him, adoringly, as soft butterfly kisses kept falling on her neck, sending surges of electricity all over her body.

  When Renwick finally pressed his lips against hers, she finally closed her eyes. He tasted sweet, like coffee and cream, sugar and spice. She felt his tongue seek entrance and she welcomed him. His hand found hers. It was warm, it offered her the same feeling of safety.

  “How can you be so perfect?” Renwick moved away for a second, whispering into her cheek.

  Mina blushed again. It seemed that with all this running around, she had totally forgotten what it was like to be wanted, to feel loved. Raphael’s hands gathered the corners of her t-shirt and lifted it up over her head. She wasn’t wearing a bra underneath. Somehow, she didn’t feel vulnerable or exposed. Her perky breasts stood tall, her nipples erect. Renwick’s hand traveled down to them slowly, finding the softness of her areola. As he kissed her, he kept caressing her nipple, teasing it, while Raphael continued to kiss her neck, her shoulders, her back. His kisses felt like soft, summer rain on her skin.

  She felt herself getting wet. She wanted them both. Was it obvious? Should she feel embarrassed? She had no idea what she should be feeling right now. There was no shame, no feeling of right or wrong. There was only this moment and the three of them.

  They gently laid her down and as Renwick continued to kiss her, exploring her lips with his tongue, biting her gently, making her moan softly, as she melted in their arms, Raphael undid the string of her sweatpants, and pulled them down. The sight of her pink panties left him speechless, wanting more, wanting all of her. He traced the hemline with his finger, watching her squirm underneath his touch. Her hand traveled to his hair, raking through it. He knew what she wanted and he was more than willing to make her wishes come true.

 

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