Page 2 of Tone Deaf

Dom’s Italian descent is evident in his rich olive complexion. His sharp angular jawline, straight Roman nose, thick black hair and dark brown eyes make me melt every time he looks at me. He’s a really hard man for me to sayNoto.

And Pen? I love his gorgeous bright smile, not-so-perfect nose, and his blond hair that’s always pulled back into a short ponytail at the nape of his neck, beautiful Pen is everyone’s vision of a surfer wet dream.

You see, Dom and Pen are a couple—discreet—but anyone who looks closely can see the pull between them. Even so, they are each attracted to me, and these men have no issues telling me so.

There’s a quiet tension whenever we’re together, and over in the last year, that energy has only grown. It was all innocent, and I didn’t think so much on where these moments would lead me.

However, all my ambiguity aside, seven months ago Pen planted a sweet kiss on me that knocked my socks off. The following week, during one of the intermissions, Dom pulled me into an empty room and captured my mouth with a hungry want. I was hooked.

From kissing, we went to getting each other off, which has made some fucking fantastic moments of frotting between the three of us. But not once did they ever pressure me into getting fucked by them.

Until two nights ago. Between a belly full of scotch, my head full of Brian’s foulness, I caved and we all gave in to our desires.

I slept with both men. My bodyguards—and don’t even ask me how I ended up with two instead of one bodyguard like the rest of my bandmates.

With the two of them focused on me—on my body, it was mere moments before there was nothing in my head but Pen and Dom. I shiver at the memory of how they made my body sing.

Now though? I can only imagine the confusion that must have been on their faces when they woke the next morning and discovered my absence from their bed. Maybe I should have left a note for them, because I certainly don’t want them to worry. But when Dom started talking about me joining them on their vacation to Cancun, and Pen used the wordrelationship, I panicked.

I’m not ready for a relationship with either of them, or both. I tried to refuse the trip, but Dom wouldn’t take no for an answer… I’m back to my first thought—it’s hard saying no to Dominic.

How do I explain to them that I made a mistake by sleeping with them? That I wasn’t thinking clearly because I had used alcohol to exorcise Brian’s cruel words from my head. Or how do I explain my insecurities about relationships? My lack of knowledge about how to navigate this complicated connection I feel for two people I have come to care about? That it doesn’t matter if I’ve fallen in love with both of them. Because, in the end, all relationships go bad. Look at my parents and what my mother still has to endure from my narcissistic father.

No matter how much I want to be with Pen and Dom—in and out of bed, they won’t ever find out about my true feelings for them both.

Knock. Knock. Knock. “Callum.”

“What the…” I swivel my head toward the front door, hearing my name in a man’s muffled voice as the knocking continues.I’m not expecting anyone… “No, it can’t be Dom and Pen,” I mutter to myself.

Dom knows where this house is—he came with me a few months ago when there’d been a break in. But he wouldn’t have been sure I’m here unless, “Damn it, Danny,” I hiss as I stride to the door, gathering my resolve to tell my security team that I don’t need them. I’m not ready to face them yet—they are a distraction I can’t have while I sort myself and this situation out.

Sure that it’s one or both of them standing on my stoop, I don’t bother to look through the side window to see who’s here. I blindly whip open the door, and that’s my mistake. One moment, I’m standing there, staring at the back of a stranger, their head covered by a hoodie, and the next thing I know, my face blooms with so much pain and I’m laid out on the floor.

“Tell Brian Fitz to keep his nose out of my fucking business or the next time you won’t be breathing.” Then whoever it is punches me again, and my vision explodes with stars.

He keeps punching. I cover my head with my arms, so he starts kicking me… and then everything goes black.

Chapter Two

Dom

“What do you mean, you don’t know where Callum is?” I question Tobias, even though I already know where Callum ran to. His Colorado home. It’s the only place that makes sense. But I want confirmation. Unfortunately, my lead is good at keeping his mouth shut. His face remains neutral on my phone’s screen.

“Don’t play games, Dom. You know damn well where Callum’s at.”

“I’m not playing games. I’m calling to confirm my hunch is right,” I say as I glance over at Pen, who’s frowning. “Tell me.”

“All Danny said is that Callum needs time alone to think and to clear his head,” Tobias says. “And I think it’s wise for you to not go after him, Dom.”

“Jesus Christ, Tobias,” I rumble out in frustration. “How in the hell are we supposed to keep him safe if we aren’t with him?”

“Are you sure that’s your main goal? To keep him safe? Or is your intention on something else?”

I clench my teeth tight at that insinuation. Although the man isn’t wrong. My—or our, need to see Callum is strictly personal.He crept out of our bed without a word, leaving Pen and me baffled, like we did something wrong. But I know we didn’t.

“Where are you?” There’s a note of warning in Tobias’s tone.

I completely ignore his question. “We’re his security, Tobias. If Danny did this?—”