Maybe Sterling is right; maybe I don’t have to choose.
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Grumbling, Lucky pads into the living room—no shirt, boxers low on his hips.He looks like a god, if gods had bedhead and got cranky when they didn’t have a sleep-in.
“Nope,” is all he says as he throws me over his shoulder.
“Lachlan—”
He cuts Sterling off.“You too.”
It’s not often Lucky will make demands, and why would he when he begs so sweetly?But as the floor changes from wood to carpet, I see Sterling following behind.
Lucky is sweet as he lowers me back onto the bed, stripping me of my pajamas and enveloping me in his body heat before the morning chill can hit my skin.
The bed dips again, and Sterling is brushing hair from my eyes, kissing me softly as he settles back in.
Lucky charts a tender course along my back with his fingers and buries his face in my shoulder, breathing deep and slow.Over his shoulder, the red glow of the clock makes his point.It’s Sunday.What’s a few more hours in bed when it’s this good?
I could live happily in this very spot, in this very moment, and never need anything else.Lock myself away in a cocoon of comfort and skin, being held by them, shielded from the outside world.
It’s still hard to remember this isn’t a dream.
I must fall back asleep because when I blink awake, I’m sandwiched between them again, our legs threaded together, except this time, there’s no barrier between us.Nothing except skin on delicious skin.
I start to move, desperate to finally touch them.
Lucky’s arm slips around my waist, pulling me back.“Not yet,” he says.
I want to laugh.Like hell I’m leaving this bed.Maybe later.Maybe never again.
I hold back a groan as his erection presses into my hip.
Sterling kisses me, his own cock hard and hot against my thigh, and I know I’m not going anywhere.
Lucky fits himself against my back.The slick tip of his cock leaves wet kisses along my ass as I roll against him, slow with sleep.“Mmm.”His low hum in my ear goes straight through me.“Morning, gorgeous.”
Sterling slides his hand down my hip to my thigh, gripping tight as he pulls my leg up and over his, leaving me open.His cock finds a place between my thighs, but he doesn’t push in yet.He teases his fingers along the sensitive part of my thigh while he nips at my neck.
Lucky stretches as he watches, his smile growing lascivious.“I knew you’d look good like this, love.Don’t you think so, baby?”
“I do,” Sterling answers.
Lucky leans down and takes my nipple in his mouth.“Better than we imagined.”
All I can do is whine with pleasure.
“She likes that,” Sterling says, sliding his hand closer to where I want it, but still not touching where I really need.
With my nipple caught between his teeth, his tongue swirling around the peak, Lucky looks up, all smiles, and, fuck, they’ve barely done anything, and I’m already close to begging.
He looks good like this, hair out of control, eyes a little hazy with lingering sleep.I grab the back of his head, gripping his hair, and haul him up to kiss me.It’s loose and filthy, his lips softer than melted butter.
Fuck, his mouth is so good.
