When we were done, he snuggled over me, careful of his weight before rolling us so I was spread out all on top of him. He moved his legs so I was trapped and hugged me tightly.
“You okay?” I checked.
“I am now. I am now with you, foxy,” he mumbled, his tone tired but also that he didn’t want to discuss it. That was fine as long as he knew I was there for him.
Oh, but it seemed someone was also outside waiting for me.
We were still snuggling when I felt magic and a knock at the door.
“Shit, I forgot the sound barrier,” Sergey hissed.
“It happens,” Winter said from the other side of the door. “But it’s why I was waiting here holding it.”
Well, and he wanted to talk. He could have put a barrier up and left. It would have taken more magic, but he could have instead of waiting for us to finish.
And how did he know we were done?
“He was probably checking every so often,” Sergey muttered, his head obviously where mine was. “It’s what I would have done too.”
“Yes,” Winter said.
“Just circle in here,” I mumbled as I detangled from Sergey and moved next to him, still snuggled up to him, but not so… Post-sex like.
“Really?” Sergey asked, Winter echoing him.
“No, it’s better to talk through the door,” I drawled. I chuckled when Winter didn’t wait to be told again and appeared in the room.
“It seems kind of mean to just…” Sergey seemed like he didn’t know how to finish what he was thinking.
“And outside the door waiting for us to finish was better?” I gestured between them. “You are both jealous of each other, so it’s—”
“No, I’m not jealous of Sergey,” Winter clarified. “I’m jealous of this cuteness and closeness you have, but you met him first, so it makes sense.”
I gave him the look he deserved even if it was from Sergey’s arms. “We have spa nights. You’re my phone sex… Not the best example when we’ve just had sex.”
“Thank you for understanding that, but I get what you mean. We share a lot too,” Winter said with a sigh. “It hurt I wasn’t important enough to get a night, but you’re right I should have just asked.” He pulled the flowers out from behind his back. “Can I have a sleepover night, Bev?”
He seemed so awkward asking and while I was in bed with another man that… Yeah,awkwarddidn’t quite cover it.
“Do you want to come give me kisses when I accept even if I’m post-sex from Sergey?”
“Jesus, foxy,” Sergey choked out.
“No, she’s right and we need to—this is what we’re signing up for and it would help the jealousy maybe,” Winter accepted. He moved closer and leaned on the bed, pursing his lips at me and giving me the choice.
He always did.
I sat up and let the sheet fall so he got a good view of me before giving him a soft kiss.
He cupped my cheek and gave me another kiss. “It wasn’t so much the night but one being taken from me. Can I join you guys on some Saturdays?”
“When Bev’s ready for that, yeah, I’m fine with it,” Sergey answered.
I was about to get miffed he did answer, but then I realized it really was for him to answer. I nodded still and was glad when Winter said the same for Sergey on his night.
And then Winter was totally Winter and asked if the sex was as hot as what he heard when he arrived.
“Yes, yes, it was,” I purred just to be as big of a brat.
