My entire Chain was gathered around the kitchen island, laughing and joking.
Aiden was seated on a barstool, eating from a plate of eggs and bacon. Rafe was fuckingshirtlesswhile he cooked more bacon because he was insane, and Wyatt stood at the other end of the island holding one of my blue coffee mugs.
Rafe made some joke, and Wyatt and Aiden easily laughed.
I blinked, staring at them like I was seeing a weird vision of my future.
This could be us.
My chest ached. Aiden and I were good. Rafe and I were better than good, after last night. Wyatt was trying. We were doing better, I knew that, but my body still ached for him.
I was able to spectate for just a minute or so before a shadow tickledacross my toes. I hissed, picking my foot up quickly, because sometimes I thought the shadows were bugs, the way they skittered around.
When I looked up, I gulped.
Three sets of hungry eyes were on me, and I was suddenly painfully aware of how I didn’t have underwear on underneath the t-shirt.
“Good morning, baby.” Aiden spoke first.
“Yes, it is a good morning.” I replied. Rafe and even Wyatt chuckled at that.
Rafe caught me first, pulling me to him with a hand on my lower back, and then he fucking dipped me backward while he kissed me senseless.
I was breathless when he let me back up, and he pushed me toward Aiden with a slap on my bare ass.
I glared at him while Aiden chuckled, pulling me between his legs while he remained sitting on the barstool.
“How did you sleep?” he asked, offering me a piece of bacon.
I munched happily before replying. “Really well.”
Rafe hid his shit-eating grin by turning back to the stove.
I looked at Wyatt, who watched the whole exchange with deep longing in his eyes.
“Good morning,” I said softly.
“Good morning,” he replied, offering me a small smile.
I chewed my lip, and Aiden chuckled again from behind me before he went back to his food. Seriously, he ate enough for three people. I was again really glad I didn’t have to worry about money anymore, because there was no way I could pay for this one man to eat, let alonethree.
Becausethere werethree.
Maybe Rafe’s dick was magic, but I’d forgiven Wyatt.
He could sense it, too.
He kept offering me shy looks and little secret grins, and even though Rafe had fucked me within an inch of my life last night, I was ready to go again. Wyatt could fuck me right here on the counter while the other two watched, I didn’t care–
The elevator dinged, and the four of us all looked at each other a bit comically for a moment.
“Expecting someone?” Rafe asked, his tone a little dangerous as he slipped on a t-shirt that’d been hanging on the back of a barstool.
“No,” I replied, my mind racing. The only people who could get into the penthouse were already in the room with me.
“Maybe it’s Willow?” Aiden offered.
“I didn’t give her the code,” I breathed.
