“Are you going to bed?”
“I’m going to sleep in the arm chair in case Holden needs something in the middle of the night. My bedroom is down a floor, so I wouldn’t be able to hear him.”
“Oli, I have two legs, you know,” Holden grumbles sleepily.
“Yeah, but I wouldn't want you to stumble or something on the way to the bathroom,” Oliver scolds him.
“That can’t be comfortable. Just come and sleep in my bed. It’s right next door, and we can leave both doors open. I’m sure we’ll hear him if he needs us.”
Oliver frowns skeptically, but Holden perks up. “Go, Oli, she’s right. I’ll call out if I need you, but you’re not going to get any sleep in that chair, as comfy as it is. Please.”
Oliver relents, and I watch as he leans in and kisses Holden too.Holy shit!That was hot. The threesomes I’ve had in the past, the guys hadn't touched each other, so I had no idea what a turn on that would be. Now I just want to climb back into bed with them both. That Chris Isaak song is screaming in my head, a soundtrack to my thoughts.Baby did a bad, bad thing.I want to do really bad things with both of them. Like now.
A throat clearing has me jumping with guilt, and I feel my cheeks blush with embarrassment. They’re both looking at me like they know what I was thinking. “Were you just humming Chris Isaak?” At least Holden sounds amused. Well, shit, I must have been humming out loud.
“Goodnight!” I shout, turning and running in the direction of my room. Their chuckles follow me, but I stop, my eyes scanning the door to see if anything looks wrong. Hands on my waist have me jumping as Oliver comes up next to me.
“Go on, open it. I very much doubt anyone has been able to get in; the house has been filled with people all evening. Not to mention they would have had to pass Holden's door to get to yours. He would have seen them.”
I turn to him. “I know I didn’t want to hear any details earlier, but was there anything on the surveillance cameras?”
“No, they were wiped remotely.” Oliver huffs in frustration and annoyance. “Someone hacked into our security system and wiped them from the external system. Dad’s got a security expert coming in while you’re in Hawaii to do a full assessment of our security needs. No more messing around until this asshole is caught. You may even find yourself with a bodyguard.”
I start to argue with him, but he puts a finger over my lip, hushing me. Just as I’m about to bite the damn finger off, he takes it away. “You can argue with Dad about it when it happens. Let’s go to bed, shall we?” He grabs the handle and pushes it open as I brace myself, but my shoulders relax when the door reveals the tidy, empty room just how I had left it before dinner.
“Come on. It’s been a long day, and you must be exhausted.” Oliver pushes past me and pulls me into the room, leaving the door open behind us. He climbs into the bed while I hold an inner debate whether to leave my yoga pants on or not, but then I remember I’m not wearing any underwear. I climb in after him, not missing the heated look in Oliver’s eyes, but he doesn't say anything. Reaching up to the switch above the bed, he flicks it off, plunging us into darkness. There’s some space between us, sure, but I can still feel his body heat, so I toss and turn, trying to get comfortable. I’m not used to sleeping with someone in the bed; having Oliver next to me is making me restless.
Suddenly, a big hand grabs me around the waist, and I’m pulled toward him. He wraps his body around me, big spoon to my little, and grumbles, “Damn it, Harlow, how am I supposed to sleep with you wriggling like a worm?” He snuggles into the back of my neck, and in barely more than a minute, my whole body relaxes.Whoa, I wasn't expecting that to work.Before I can even track the passing of time, I feel myself drifting off to sleep, more comfortable than I’ve felt in years.
* * *
Waking up the next morning, Oliver’s body heat is still against my back. Sometime while we were sleeping, his palm had crept under my cami and is now cupping one of my breasts. As my mind starts to focus on other things, I realize that Holden hadn’t woken us in the middle of the night, or if he had, I hadn't heard him. My heart races in panic at the thought of him falling into a coma or something, and my body tenses. Oliver must feel it because he snuggles into my neck, his hand doing more than just cupping my breast now.
“Mmmm, best way to wake up ever,” he mumbles sleepily while grinding his morning glory into my ass. Because of course he has one, just like his brother did yesterday morning. Slapping at his leg, I try to untangle myself.
“Damn it, Oli, Holden didn't call us. What if he’s not okay?” He stops his groping but doesn't move.
“It’s okay, baby girl. I got up and checked on him. Helped him to the toilet and gave him some more painkillers. You were so sound asleep I didn’t want to wake you.” My whole body relaxes at his words, and I breathe out a sigh of relief.
“Oh good, I was really worried.” Rolling over, I put myself face to face with Oliver, pulling the sheet over my mouth to hide my morning breath. “Hi,” I whisper through the sheet, not quite sure how to proceed with this gorgeous blue-haired man. Does he want to only be with me if Holden is too, or are we going to have something of our own as well?
He pulls the sheet away from my mouth. “None of that crap.” He leans in and gives me a quick kiss on the lips, not a care in the world that the door is still open and anyone could walk in.
I guess I’m going to have to ask. I want as few mixed signals as possible, because if we’re doing this for real, it’s going to be complicated enough on its own. “Oliver, should we be doing that without Holden? I guess what I mean is, are we going to have individual things, or is it just going to be a me, you, and him thing, so when the other isn't around, we shouldn’t touch each other?” With a smirk, he pulls me closer so my chest is now pressed against his. He lifts my leg to wrap around his hip so that his cock is now rubbing against my clit. I can’t regret or be embarrassed by the groan that escapes my lips. I want him. God, I want him.
“Now what would be the fun in that?” This time he slants his mouth over mine and kisses the life out of me while rubbing against me. Dry humping one another, I’m panting and close to coming within minutes. His hand leaves the back of my head and creeps beneath my top again. Pinching my nipple, it’s just the right thing to set me off. I pull away from his mouth, trying to muffle my moans against his chest so that anyone else who’s around doesn't hear what’s happening with the open door.
Oliver grunts, and I feel even more wetness on my yoga pants as it seeps through his pajama pants. We’re both going to need a shower before we go anywhere.
As our breathing settles, he kisses me slowly once more. “Now,that’swhat I call a fantastic way to start the morning.” He smiles at me, and I can’t help but agree.
“I’ll say.” A voice in the doorway has us both looking up. Leaning against the frame, a very obvious tent in his pants, is Holden.
A frown crosses Oliver’s face, which I’m sure matches the one on mine, and he pulls away, sitting up.
“What are you doing out of bed? You could have fallen.” Holden rolls his eyes and walks toward us, carefully climbing onto the bottom of the bed.
“Oliver, I was shot, not paralyzed. I’m fine. But I heard some interesting noises, and I wanted to investigate. If you want to give me a hand with something, you can help me with this.” He points with his good hand to the tent in his pants.
