Atlas shifted onto his side, curling his fingers into my chest like he fucking belonged there.
“I’m going to feel tonight for a week.”
Hugh slid forward and ran his hands over Atlas’s wet body. “Good. Then you won’t forget about our fun for a while.”
“Psh, as if. This is a night I’ll never forget,” he said around his yawn.
So fucking adorable.
Hugh’s coffee eyes landed on mine with a look I could only decipher as, ‘we chose right.’ I gave a single nod in response before looking down at the head of black curls, then I kissed them.
Before Atlas crashed out, we got him out of the tub, dried him off, and put him in the middle of the bed. He rolled onto his side, and I climbed in behind him as Hugh got in on the other side. The king-sized bed was large enough to accommodate all of us.
I rested my front flush against Atlas’s back. He took hold of my arm, pulled my hand against his chest, and curled our fingers together. Hugh got comfortable on his back, pulled the covers over us, and adjusted himself to where Atlas’s head was on his shoulder.
Atlas’s breathing grew slow, and his body melted into the mattress as he fell asleep.
Hugh looked at me over Atlas’s head. “Yes, we’re definitely going to have to double penetrate our Princess here,” he whispered. “I can’t think of anything more fitting and worshiping Atlas’s body than that.”
I was literally in shock when Hugh said he wanted us to double penetrate Atlas. We’d never done that before. Hugh was clearly all in with this arrangement. Hell, so was I. I liked Atlas as much as he did. Still, could I handle feeling Hugh’s cock slide along mine and not fucking lose it? Only time would tell.
“Sounds fun,” I said as I nuzzled my face into Atlas’s neck to sleep.
I was already awake when Atlas stretched alongside me, his ass pressing against my cock, which instantly grew solid, but I wouldn’t bother to do anything about it.
Hugh was downstairs making Atlas breakfast, but I stayed curled into him.
I pressed a kiss to the back of his head. He turned around and snuggled into me.
“Morning,” I said.
“I have aches on my aches. I feel like I ran a marathon.”
I huffed a tired laugh and kissed his head again. “We did give you quite the workout. We were going to worship you more, but you crashed. As soon as you hit the mattress, you were out.”
“Ugh, no fair.”
“We’ll just have to spoil you today instead.”
“I like the spoiling part.”
Atlas reached behind him without rolling over, searching for Hugh. “Where’d he go? I want to snuggle with him, too.”
“He’s getting a head start on that spoiling thing.”
And right on cue, Hugh walked in, still naked and looking fucking sexy, carrying a tray with breakfast for Atlas. My stomach growled in reaction, but I’d eat later. I always had coffee first.
“Good morning, sweetheart,” Hugh said, walking into the bedroom with Mrs. Peach jumping onto the bed.
Atlas sat up, gave the cat a quick pet, adjusted his pillows, and leaned back into the headboard. When he saw the food, he clapped. “Oh my gawd! I’ve never had breakfast in bed before. I’ve always dreamed of sleeping over at a cute guy’s house and having him serve me. Now I have two deliciously sexy men! And you’re both still naked! Lucky me.”
Hugh’s smile was wide as he set the tray across Atlas’s lap. He looked completely relaxed, at ease. Satiated. Usually, when we had our fun, he treated the next day like any other. It was like, for the first time, he had something—or someone—to look forward to. It looked fucking good on him.
There were three mugs on the tray, so I grabbed one and poured myself a cup of coffee from the carafe, while Atlas dug into his omelet.
“This is a meal high in protein to boost you up after last night,” Hugh said, sitting down next to Atlas before kissing him on the head.
“So good,” Atlas said with his mouth full. “Thank you.”
