A/N So it's been awhile, but I have some time again to update this story. The first one back is always the toughest. Hopefully, y'all enjoy and please let me know what you think! Thanks!

Chapter 4

My eyes open slowly and I wince, not my best idea. Counting to ten I try again, "Oh, shit." A laugh follows my expletive, so I turn my head following the noise. "Ouch.''

''You going to be alright there, kid?" I open my eyes again and find myself face to face with Dean Ambrose, horizontal. "Elle?" Inside my head is scrambling to fill in the blanks from last night. My last memories are fuzzy and revolve around someone laying me down on a bed. Ignoring Dean's question I sit up and check. God bless, clothes are still in place. I lean back down on the bed with a contented sigh. ''I feel like I should be offended.''

''What?" Dean's statement confuses me.

He yawns, stretching his arms out and I try...my hardest not to admire just how great his biceps look. ''You're awfully relieved that we didn't sleep together.''

Immediately, I feel my face grow hot. I can only imagine the shade of red I'm sporting now. Truthfully, I was nervous that we had slept together and I don't remember it. ''We're coworkers. We shouldn't be involved.''

Dean snorts. ''Too late Elle, my pride is already damaged.'' He throws his arm over his eyes. ''How will I ever go on?"

I laugh, despite my pounding head. ''You don't need me to fluff your already inflated ego.''

''Inflated ego?"

''You know exactly what I mean.''

Dean sets his chin on his folded hands and blinks quickly. "I have no idea what you mean.'' I have to bite my lip to stop myself from laughing. ''Enlighten me.''

''The women,'' Dean arches an eyebrow and I continue. ''It's never a problem for you to find a woman.'' He bursts out laughing and I cover my ears. ''What?"

''Nothing, it's just we spend a lot of time discussing my sex life.''

''That's a lie.''

''We did last night.''

''We did not!'' I search my memory for any recollections. ''I wasn't that drunk.''

''We'll ask Roman when he wakes up.''

''I've been up for a while. The two of you are unnaturally loud,'' Roman yawns from across the break between beds. He rolls over to face us on his side. ''Morning, babygirl. How's the head?"

My brain stops all intelligent thought. I can only focus on the shirtless Roman Reigns across from me, still a little groggy from sleep. ''Ummm, uh.'' I cough. ''Well, I've been better.''

He chuckles, and I feel my insides go soft. ''I bet. You weren't holding back last night.''

''I didn't embarrass myself too much did I?" Roman and Dean exchange a look that only confirms that I made a fool of myself. ''Great. Do I even want to know?"

Dean leans down and whispers in my ear, ''Maybe if you're good I'll tell you.''

I don't have a chance to respond because he rolls out of bed walking toward the bathroom. Instead I turn to Roman. He shakes his head. ''You were fun. Dean's just teasing you.''

''Really?''

''Really,'' And Roman gets out of bed as well. ''Better head to your room though. We have to leave in thirty.''

Slowly, I stand gathering my purse and shoes from the floor. "And why didn't I go back to my room?"

''You couldn't really walk.''

''Lovely,'' I open the door. ''See you soon.''

Gently I close the door and start walking down the hall. Behind me a door opens. ''Bloody hell, you did not!''

I turn and notice Paige walking out of her room. With a quick glance at my appearance I come to the same conclusion she has. ''Paige, it's really…''

She grabs my arm and pulls me into her room. ''You can't discuss these things out in the open. Do you want everyone to know?"

''Paige, there's nothing. .."

''Well, I mean I don't need to know everything. Seth and I are practically brother and sister, but Roman...''

''Roman?"

''And Dean of course too.''

''Dean?"

''I just can't believe it happened so soon.''

''Paige stop!'' I grab her wrist. ''What are you talking about?"

''Well you spent the night with...''

''Dean and Roman.''

''No Seth?"

I shake my head, I'm too hung over for this nonsense. ''I just slept there, apparently I was too drunk to make it back to my room.''

''Oh.''

''Yeah,'' We're silent for a second. ''Why did you mention Seth?"

Seth's POV

''What the fuck were you doing last night?" I turn and notice that a very angry Roman and Dean are walking towards me.

''Wait, where's Elle?"

Dean shoves my shoulder. ''Answer my question Seth. Who the fuck were you doing last night?"

I realize the issue here. ''No one.''

Roman merely shakes his head in disappointment and walks past us, while Dean takes a step closer. ''Are you really going to lie to us? I thought we were on the same page.''

''I'm not lying, Dean.'' I shove him backwards. ''The girl was shitfaced, so I got her a cab home walked her to the door and came back here. Then slept alone in my hotel room.''

There's silence and I feel Dean searching my eyes for any deceptions. He steps back, apparently satisfied. ''Fine.''

''Now, where is Elle?''

''She had to run to her room, after we slept together.'' Dean shrugs and walks toward the lobby exit.

''Are you fucking kidding me?" I yell and punch him in the arm. ''We agreed, all of us or none of us.''

Roman steps between us, always the peacemaker. ''He's screwing with you, Rollins. They slept in the same bed, that's it.''

Dean turns with a shit-eating grin on his face. ''Feels like shit, doesn't it?"

I groan, I hate when Dean starts to make sense. ''You're right.''

''Always am.''

Now Roman groans too, ''See what you've done now?"

''She snores,'' Dean adds to the conversation.

''So?"

He shrugs, ''It was kind of cute.''

Roman and I exchange a look, this isn't like Dean. He doesn't find women cute, sexy sure, slutty definitely, beautiful maybe, but cute doesn't really fit into his vocabulary. I can't help but think that I'm not the only one with some deeper feelings for Elle.

''How much does she remember from last night?" I ask, considering my last interactions with Elle involved shots.

They shrug. ''Most of it.''

''She try to set you two up?"

Roman laughs, ''She did, but she wanted to know if we were sharing.''

''Elle asked that?"

''She was drunk, but I think she would have gone for it.'' Roman slaps Dean on the back of his head after the comment. ''Ouch, what was that for?"

''All of us or none of us, remember?"

''Oh, right.''

We sit, for a few more minutes before Elle makes an appearance. She's in jeans and an oversized sweatshirt. Damn, if she doesn't look perfect. ''Morning!''

''Shhhh," And then she points to her head. I can't help but laugh, which earns me another admonish. ''Don't we need to go?"

The four of us make our way to the rented SUV. It's one of our more spacious rides and as previously decided I slide into the front seat. ''Who's riding shotgun?"

''Actually, I will,'' Elle volunteers. No one ever volunteers to ride shotgun on a long ride. Everyone wants the back, more room to fall asleep. I raise my eyebrow, but nod. If she wants to ride in the front, I won't stop her.

We're a few hours into the drive and Dean and Roman are already asleep in the back. Elle hasn't said anything next to me yet. Every few minutes I can't help, but glance at her. She's been staring steadily at the hills passing by us. ''I need to ask you something.'' The car swerves as her voice startles me. ''Jesus Christ! Seth, stay on the road.''

''Sorry, you just startled me.''

''Anyways,'' Elle coughs. ''How was the girl I set you up with last night?"

I debate on whether or not to tell the truth, but one glance at her and I know I have to tell the truth. ''Nothing happened. I made sure she got home okay though.'' It's silent as Elle continues to look out the window.

''Interesting,'' She glances in the back and nods. ''I have to ask you something.''

''Oh yeah?"

''Or tell you something, I guess.''

My hands tighten on the steering wheel as Elle remains silent. ''Elle?"

''Right. So, a week ago or so I kind of walked in on Dean and Roman.''

Fuck.

''Seth?"

''Uh, yeah. What do you mean, 'walked in on'?" I check my rearview mirror. Dean and Roman are still fast asleep.

''They were, well they were fucking a woman.'' I focus on the road. ''At the same time. Seth?"

''What?"

''Thoughts? Concerns?" She pauses and I can feel her gaze on my face. ''Or did you know?"

She's fishing for answers, and I wonder who she talked to. The only person who knows is Paige. She wouldn't tell Elle anything though, at least I don't think she would. ''I know.''

''Oh.''

I force a laugh, ''What did you expect Elle? The three of us spend an exorbitant amount of time together. Of course I know they share women.''

She nods, seemingly finding my statement plausible. ''It doesn't bother you?"

''Why would it? They enjoy it and,'' I focus on Elle's blue eyes. ''I know for a fact that the women enjoy it, so why should I care? We- I mean they're all consenting adults."

''True.'' She bites her lip, and looks out the window again.

''Anything else?"

''Do you ever participate?"

Double fuck.

I check the back seat again, the guys are fast asleep. I don't know what to say. Never did I think Elle would bring it up point blank like this. So, I decide to go for evasion. ''Did someone say that I did?"

''Well, Paige thought that something happened last night between Roman, Dean and I. I guess she assumed that you participated too.''

''It's really none of Paige's business,'' I'm going to kill Paige for talking about this. She was supposed to help, not blow our cover.

''I suppose it doesn't make sense.''

''What doesn't?"

''Sharing just doesn't seem like something you would do. You've always struck me as a traditional guy.''

She's smiling at me, like everything is fine, but all I want to do is tell her the truth. ''Yeah, that's me.''

''So, Paige was wrong?" She sounds a little disappointed.

''You know she likes to gossip,'' Internally, I applaud myself for not outright lying to Elle. I can't help myself though. ''Does it gross you out, Roman and Dean sharing?"

I can't look at her while she thinks. ''No. Honestly, it uh…''

''What?"

''It kind of turns me on,'' My hands tighten on the steering wheel again as Elle continues. ''Just the thought of those two, both for me, touching me, me touching them. All that muscle.'' She sighs, or maybe she moans and I have to stop myself from groaning. ''It's tempting for sure.''

I have nothing to say and everything that I want to do. I want to, need to, sure her just how amazing it is when there are three men focused on her. Unfortunately, I can't seem to think of an appropriate thought to put into words. ''Seth?"

I cough, ''Yeah?"

''Did I say too much?"

After a second, I slowly shake my head. ''No, not at all. I mean we're friends, Elle. We have been for a while. We can totally talk about this stuff.''

"Really?" I manage a nod. ''So, tell me about your last experience.''

''The last time I had sex?"

''Yeah.''

I swallow, unwilling to talk about that meaningless one night stand two months ago with Elle. ''Really, it's been three months for me.''

''Oh, gotcha. Well anytime you want to talk,'' She pauses and resumes with a deep raspy voice. ''About ya know chicks and uh asses and breasts…uh tits, look no further. I'm your man.''

I can't help it. I burst out laughing and Elle does as well. ''I'll think about it.''

''Good,'' We quiet down. ''You can tell me anything Seth. You know that right?"

I swallow, my throat tight. ''Yeah I know.''

''Good. Now though you need to pull into that rest stop.''

We park and Elle hops out. I take a deep breath, ''How long have you two been awake?"

Dean stretches first, ''About an hour actually.''

''So you heard everything?"

Roman yawns, ''Yep.''

I nod and we all let Elle's confession sink in. ''You guys should make the move.''

''What?" Roman leans forward. ''All three or none at all.''

''Get her acclimated to two first, and then I'll join.''

''Really?"

I nod, not really happy with the arrangement. Deep down though I know that this is the easiest and probably quickest way to get what we all want. And now that we know Elle wants Dean and Roman as badly as they want her we have to move forward. I just have to ignore the lump in my stomach.

"If that's what you want,'' Dean slaps me on the shoulder. ''And it's been three months man? Not even Luke Harper has that much trouble.''

"Har, har.''