Just as our lips touched, the bathroom door opened, and Jordan strolled out. Wearing just his fucking underwear. He had on boxer briefs, the tight kind, and I blinked as Rafe laughed.
“Well played, asshole,” he said before he brushed a light touch across my cheek and left to take his turn.
“Come on, Vi,” Jordan said, holding out a hand to me. Meanwhile I was busy watching the way those boxers cupped him in all the right places.
I wasn’t strong enough for this. Not. Strong. Enough.
Jordan led me to the bed, pulling back the covers so we could crawl onto the heavenly softness of my mattress. Truthfully, after sleeping in Rafe’s castle for a week, it wasn’t quite as luxurious, but still damn nice.
And I was exhausted.
“Maybe I’ll sleep tonight,” I pondered out loud. “I grew up sharing a room with a lot of kids, and it’s been much harder to rest since coming to the academy.”
Jordan, who was on my right side, rolled over so he was facing me. “We’ll keep you safe. You can sleep without worry tonight.”
I turned my head to see him better, just the light of one lamp illuminating his face. “This feels like a dream,” I whispered. “I don’t want to wake from it.”
He shifted forward until our lips met, and I could have cried at how perfect it was.
This is what I had meant with the dream thing. Something this incredible… it was destined to end.
By the time Rafe was done, Jordan and I were almost asleep, but I felt him crawl in on the other side of me, pushing me over a little as he wrapped his arms around me. Even in my drowsy state, I felt that he too was clad in nothing more than boxers, and I let out a low groan before I could stop myself.
Both princes stilled on either side of me, which I could feel because they were pressed against my body.
Long, hard lengths of skin on skin.
“This is a bad idea,” I half joked.
“Shut up and go to sleep before I show you how bad it can be,” Rafe said harshly, his breathing a little accelerated.
I was never going to be able to sleep like this. Seriously. My heart was about to beat out of my chest, and my vagina was about to go rogue and jump whichever dick she found first.
“Violet,” Rafe warned, like he could hear my thoughts.
With a deep breath, I closed my eyes and tried to think of anything other than the two princes.
Anything.
A warm hand landed on my stomach, another on my thigh. Neither of them belonged to the same person, and both of them moved in slow, hypnotic strokes across my skin. It was soothing, somehow, and I felt a little more tension leave as my eyelids drooped.
I had been tired for a long time, and maybe, just maybe, Jordan was right. I was going to sleep tonight.
The next morning, I woke to slow strokes across my spine, and my face was buried in someone’s chest. I didn’t open my eyes, wanting to enjoy this moment, the sensation of being held and touched like this.
To say I was surprised that all three of us were still in bed would be an understatement. I’d expected Rafe to leave early this morning, but maybe it was actually too early for that. I squinted a tiny bit to find the room was still dark.
“You awake, Princess?” Rafe drawled, his voice close to my ear. Rafe was the one I was half-sprawled over, but I’d somehow managed to get my legs tangled with Jordan’s. He had been asleep, only waking when Rafe spoke.
“What time is it?” I asked huskily.
“Too damn early,” Jordan replied, rolling onto his side and hauling me against his chest. “Go back to sleep.”
I snuggled into his embrace, fully agreeing. Rafe kept hold of my hand that had been draped on his chest, linking our fingers together in that cute,couplekind of way. It hurt my soul because every sweet gesture, every new depth we uncovered in this... whatever the fuck this was... it took me two steps closer to getting my heart broken again.
Suddenly consumed with negativity to the point of feeling physically ill, I extracted myself from Jordan's arms and wriggled off the bed. Dodging two sets of curious eyes, I stretched my arms over my head and yawned.
"We should get breakfast or something," I suggested like a totally awkward loser. Ugh, there should be a handbook on how to handle waking up in bed with two playboy princes who'd both become intimately acquainted with my vagina.
