“Baby, I thought he was you,” he said, and I just about climbed him.
The endearment never gets old.
Nero finally pressed his lips against mine, kissing me hungrily like I’m a bottle of ice-cold water after football practice.
He didn’t waste time before he was pinning against the mattress, getting on top of me and shoving his tongue down my throat, but of course, my new guy didn’t want to get left out.
Ellio was kissing me in an instant.
Tongue out, licking the side of my cheek that I pulled away from Nero’s kiss in a laugh.
“Ellio,” I cooed, giving him attention as I scratched the top of his head.
“Ellio. Bad dog,” Nero said, and I playfully swatted Nero.
“Don’t say that.” I pushed Nero so that he collapsed on the bed again as I sat up. “Don’t listen to him, Ellio. You’re my good boy, aren’t you? And good boys eat their lunch, don’t they? Go on, get.”
At my insistence and a light pat on his butt, Ellio hopped off Nero’s bed and ran down the stairs.
At the sound, Nero opened one of his eyes again, looking at me with a smirk now that we’re alone.
In an instant, he was towering over me again, desperate kiss after desperate kiss showering my lips, and I welcomed each one.
He was already spreading my legs wide to position himself between them when I heard Dex calling my name.
I thought he was going to let it go, but I could hear his footsteps going up the stairs, and yet Nero wasn’t stopping.
The guys have been… accustomed to seeing me have sex with one or two of them in this house.
“Sorry, sweetie. But I’m going to have to cockblock you. There’s a delivery guy outside, and he needs you to sign for something.”
I pulled away from Nero for the second time this morning, looking at Dex, and judging by the smirk on his face, he did not seem sorry at all.
And unfortunately for Nero, I wasn’t, too.
Because I know what the delivery was for, and I couldn’t wait to get it.
I stood up while Dex told Nero, “If I’m not getting any, you’re not getting any too.”
Boys.
Ignoring the two, I ran down the stairs to a Siege that was leaning against the doorway, sizing up the delivery guy.
With a tap on his arm to tone down the protectiveness, I greeted the delivery guy, a wide smile on my face.
“Alaskan King bed for Miss Cosette Evangelista?”
I nodded, signing the delivery receipt, before the guy walked back to the truck to give the two movers the approval to bring it out of the truck and inside our place.
“What in the monstrosity—“ I heard Dex mutter in awe from behind me.
“Happy third anniversary,” I said, turning my head around to look at each of them in the eyes.
We’ve been making do with four separate rooms in our house near campus for the past three years. And every night, we’d pick a room and sleep there, cramped up in a King or Queen.
I didn’t know why it had taken me three years to get this.
Maybe because it had a hell of a price tag.
