“True,” Lani said. “And I’m truly going to need it too, and food; I definitely need to think about eating something before I join the chat.”
“Otherwise, he just gets hangry, and no one likes him when he’s hangry,” Nyx declared.
“Wait a minute, isn’t that from the old-school Incredible Hulk?” I asked. “The one that was the TV show with that bodybuilder guy.”
“Lou Ferrigno, and yup, it is.”
“I remember my old man watching reruns of that,” I replied.
It took effort to drag myself beneath the hot spray, and they seemed to be in the same state; only once we were under it, none of us was in a hurry to just wash and get out. I found myself soaping up Lani while Nyx rubbed shampoo in my hair. Theglide of slick fingers over wet skin was different when there were hands everywhere. Lani touched my cheek and drew me into a kiss while Nyx lifted my hair from the nape of my neck to press a kiss there.
Lani rubbed a loofah along my side after we broke our kiss, while Nyx passed me the shampoo bottle so I could clean Lani’s hair.
I’d never felt so clean and so dirty by the time we were finished with the most sensual shower I’d ever experienced. Exhausted and slightly damp, we sprawled across a king-sized bed in a tangle of arms and legs, wiggling as we tried to work out the best way to sleep together. While I wasn’t a stranger to there being more than two bodies in the bed, sleeping with two other people was a novelty and a bit of a challenge for a side sleeper like me.
Oh well, it turned out we were all side sleepers. After a bit of tossing, rolling, and squirming until Nyx was the big spoon, Lani was in the middle, and I was firmly declared the little spoon, we finally got comfortable.
And cozy.
Whoa.
Hella cozy.
Nyx had his arm around Lani, fingers still able to brush my side, while Lani had his arm draped over me. Lani’s cock was pressed against my ass in such an enticing way that if I’d had the energy to be horny, I’d have been raring to ride him, but exhaustion ruled out over sex. Sinking into those sheets, I let it start pulling me under, the pillow fluffy beneath my head. Sunshine and waves bloomed behind my eyes in a hazy wave of memory, laughter, my mates smiling faces and naked asses, skinny dipping, splash wars, and damn, seriously, did Lani have to snore in my ear like he was trying to wake the dead?
Grumbling, I tried to tug the pillow out from under my head so I could use it to help drown out the snores, but I couldn’t budge it with Lani sleeping on it too, and it was taking way too much effort to try. If anything, the rumbling just got louder with every tug.
No, wait, that was knocking, not snores, and the pounding, wake your ass up kind too.
Maybe they’d go away.
Drawing the comforter up to my nose, I inhaled the lingering scent of tropical flowers left behind by their fabric softener.
“Oh man, why won’t they go away!” Lani moaned.
At least I wasn’t the only one being kept awake by the pounding.
“Because neither of us has answered yet,” Nyx said.
“Not it,” Lani declared.
“Fine, I guess I just got elected,” Nyx grumbled as he climbed out of the bed.
“Pretty much,” we replied.
He was still muttering when he left the room, and unfortunately, he wasn’t alone when he came back in.
“Uh, Kekoa…” Nyx hedged in a tone that suggested this wasn’t going to be a good time to crack jokes.
Dreading whatever it was that had put that note in his voice, I opened my eyes and rolled over to find two uniformed police officers standing in the doorway behind him.
“Sir, are you Kekoa Williams?” the one on the left asked.
“I’m not a sir, but I am Kekoa.”
“Sorry, ma’am.”
“Not a ma’am, either, but please continue,” I encouraged.
