And I hate it.
“If anything, I was,” he pauses as if to make sure his words are perfectly spoken, “annoyedJameson thought of it first.”
A smirk pulls at my lips and I can’t help but snuggle into his hard body. His poor intelligence ego was hurt.
“It was really smart thinking on his part.” My head rests against his bicep in the sweetest way as I antagonize him on how much smarter Jameson was today.
“Smart thinking is a little bit of an exaggeration. Especially since he was thinking entirely with his dick.”
A smile curves my mouth and I tip my head up just slightly until my lips brush against the inking mark along his throat almost in a chaste way. He stills beneath me. It’s like he’s not used to this sweet kind of intimacy either. We’re both uncertain of our movements.
But right now, everything feels right. Even the way Jameson’s holding me while I press my lips to Mason’s jawline.
“Thank you for staying with me.” It does warm me inside to know that they care about me. Even if I don’t want to return that sentiment.
He nods slowly but doesn’t reply as his hold on me tightens and I’m pulled even closer to his chest.
My lashes close once more. I thought the beds in this house were the most comforting thing in the world.
I was wrong.
Sleeping between Mason and Jameson is the most comforting thing in the world.
* * *
I’m freshly showeredand incredibly rested when I walk down the steps the following morning.
The front door opens, and from behind me, Mason and Jameson’s banter halts the moment Tylin steps inside.
Sweat clings to the etching lines of his chest and thin shorts hang on his lean hips. He stares up at the three of us like a disappointed parent.
Not that I’d know much of what that look looks like.
“You slept for two days.” His tone is hard and drags across the high arching ceilings. “We’re behind schedule.”
And like a disappointing child, I stand there with careless features while he lectures me thoroughly.
“If you’re finished with your beauty sleep, meet me downstairs.”
Mason and Jameson skim past me, their shoulders bumping on either side of me as they pass. The two of them saunter down the stairs.
“You guys aren’t coming?”
The blonde locks of Jameson’s hair shake back and forth as he smiles up at me but continues down the stairs.
“No. You’re definitely on your own with him.”
My lips part as my knights in shining armor abandon me, all but running from me.
“And here I thought you two cared.” I storm down the steps just as they head into the living room.
“Oh, we care.” Jameson looks to Mouse with that annoying smirk of his. “We’re just not stupid enough to poke the bear when he has a stick up his ass.”
I almost smile at his words. Until I realize I have to poke the bear.
Alone.
“Have fun, muffin,” Jameson calls with a laugh before disappearing into the other room.
