Page 42 of Cross Point
Nikita muttered a curse. “Now, I really need that drink.”
They made their way inside the Siren’s Cove. Since it was the start of the dinner rush, it was pretty crowded already. When the hostess tried seating them near the windows, Trinity and Nikita chose an isolated table in a dark corner instead. Trinity removed her sunglasses and ignored the heads that turned their way as they made their way toward the table.
Once they were seated, a cheerful redhead bounced over to their table. Nikita ordered a bottle of scotch and a platter of appetizers to share before she even glanced at the menus the waitress had given them.
Trinity groaned. “A bottle? Is it going to be one of those nights?”
Nikita shrugged. “It’s easier.”
“True.” Besides being easier, it was also safer since no one could tamper with their drinks that way. Even if they wasted half a bottle, that precaution was worth it.
“So, you’re dating two guys. Interesting,” Nikita mused. “How’s the sex?”
“Amazing, but it’s weird, right? Me being with two guys?”
“You’re on an island that caters to poly relationships,” Nikita pointed out dryly.
“I know, I know. But fantasizing about what that would be like is different in reality. As I said, the sex is great…it’s everything else that is totally fucked up. They are both dominant to the extreme and like sweet, submissive women, and I am—”
“Not,” her friend finished for her. “Definitely not.”
“Exactly.”
“If that’s their thing, why are they interested in you?”
Trinity opened her mouth to respond, then closed it again as she thought that over. “That’s a damn good question.”
“Maybe you are worrying for nothing.” Nikita’s gaze frosted over. “Are they pushing you to do something you don’t want to do?”
“No, it’s, well…”
Unsure how to explain what she was feeling, she told her friend about what had happened earlier that afternoon. Their conversation paused when their bottle of scotch was delivered along with two glasses. Trinity opened the bottle and poured them both a generous amount, then they tapped the glasses together before taking their first sip.
Trinity welcomed the burn as she gulped down a large amount of the amber liquid. She really had no idea what to do about Jackson and Maxwell. The two of them were so damn alpha they set her teeth on edge. It was going to take some serious conversations before the three of them could make their new relationship work. It wasn’t like she was any good with normal relationships, and making it work between the three of them was going to be even more difficult.
When she was finished explaining, Nikita said, “Maybe I’m missing something, but I don’t see the problem. I would have been pissed, too. The only difference is, I would have taken the boat and left their asses in the water.”
“So, you don’t think I’m overreacting?”
“You feel the way you feel. You don’t have to justify it or defend your reasoning. You are simply setting your boundaries and telling them what upsets you. If they don’t like it or can’t comply with what you are asking of them, then they can just walk away.”
“I feel like I’m being judgmental or something by bringing this shit up to them,” Trinity admitted. “I don’t think there is a right or wrong when it comes to kink between consensual adults. But the whole Dom/sub thing is just not for me.”
“Nothing wrong with that. People are into all kinds of shit. Just like some people like to dress up in costumes, while others like to get spanked by their pretend daddy. It’s all a personal choice. The issue is finding someone who matches your kind of kink. And if you can’t discuss this shit with your guys, then what’s the point of trying to be with them?”
Trinity didn’t have an answer to that, so she just said, “Clown costumes would be a deal breaker.”
“I’d fucking hope so. That shit is just creepy.”
She chuckled, then let out a long sigh. “Maybe I’m just not good at normal relationships.”
“Of course, you aren’t. We aren’t fucking normal, Trin. We never will be. We’re more desensitized to some things like life or death situations, but you might have more triggers than other people because of your experiences. That’s your baseline. If you’re comparing yourself to an average person for anything, you’re always going to be disappointed.”
“You are spitting some facts today. It’s kind of weirding me out.”
Nikita lifted her glass in a silent toast. “Clearly, I’m not the best person to ask for advice about this kind of shit considering I lack empathy and don’t really understand emotions. But people seem to be falling in love all over the fucking place in Breakers, so I can’t help but observe the chaos.”
“You are married,” Trinity had to point out.