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When I woke again,it was to the sound of heavy rain falling outside and soft whispers above my head. I was warm and cozy, though, so I made no attempts to get up. Instead, I just yawned and mumbled a sleepy "good morning" to let both guys know I was awake.
They still sandwiched me, and in the light of a new day, my thoughts turned dirty.
"How did you sleep, Cinderella?" Rafe asked me, dragging soft kisses up the side of my neck. Like that wasn't doing all kinds of delicious things to my body. I groaned and arched my back, pushing my ass against him and finding he was inexactlythe same kind of mood.
Well... isn't that an interesting development.
"Pretty good," I replied, my voice still a hushed murmur as I cracked my lids open and found myself face to face with Jordan. "How about you?"
A slow smile curved his lips as he stared back at me, and Rafe's palm smoothed over my hip, grabbing me possessively. Suggestively.
"Better than I have in a long time," Jordan replied with just a hint of shadows in his eyes. I knew what he meant, though. For the past month he’d have barely slept at all, and when he did it would have been tense, panicked sleep fraught with nightmares.
Struck by the calm serenity in his gaze, I let my instincts take over. I reached out and cupped his face with my palm, bringing his lips to mine for a tender kiss that said all the emotional shit I was too broken to say out loud. He groaned and kissed me back, turning it from a sweet, caring moment into something much,muchmore.
"Fucking hell," Rafe muttered in my ear, and I froze.
I hadn't meant to push things so far, so fast. They were barely okay with sharing me on the best of days. What the hell had I been thinking, initiating sexual contact while both of them were in bed with me?
Rafe's fingers tensed on my hip, but instead of pushing me away in anger, he pulled me closer. His hard length twitched against my butt, and Jordan's lips moved to my throat, coaxing me with intoxicating kisses.
Hold up. Isthis... are they okay with this?
Jordan's hands shifted to my breasts, and I let out a small, breathy moan when his fingers found my hard nipples through the thin cotton of my shirt.
Rafe let out a growl of frustration, his kiss on my shoulder turning to a bite.
"Nope," he declared, even as his hips rocked against my ass. "No, I can't do this."
My heart sunk to the floor and cracked in two. Was this the breaking point for him? The moment that he realized he was most definitelynotokay with sharing me with his friend? Was he going to make me choose?
"Rafe," I protested, slipping my hand under the covers to link my fingers with his where they remained on my hip. Despite his words, he hadn't made any move to get out of bed or even to stop touching me. Lord knew his dick was still hard as rock against me, too.
Jordan sighed, but it was a resigned sound. "Bro, don't—"
"I don't meannever," Rafe corrected, cutting off Jordan's protest. "I just mean..." He trailed off, kissing the back of my neck again for a second like he wanted to memorize the taste of my skin. "I just need some time to get used to this. Us. Allthreeof us. It's seriously fucking with the caveman part of my brain, and I need to take it slow."
My heart lurched with hope. Was he saying that... he was okay with this? Indefinitely?
"I get that," Jordan commented, leaning back slightly on the pillows with a tiny wince of pain. "The first time I saw your hands on our girl, I wanted to shove your head in a fountain. Then hold it there."
"What?" I squeaked in shock, but Rafe let out a small chuckle as his fingers traced small circles on my hip without unlinking our hands.
"You could fucking try, Jordy," he replied with a teasing tone. "It's been a while, but Idorecall that Fallen Angel kicked Sushi's ass in the fight ring the last time."
My jaw dropped. "Sushi?" I repeated, and Jordan grinned.
"What?" He shrugged, his dark eyes glittering. "My grandmother's line came from the Fractured Isles just before the Monarch War. From Japan, specifically. It seemed like an amusing homage to my heritage at the time."
I snickered a laugh. "That's adorable."
Neither of them had moved away from me. Both of them still had their hands on my flesh, and I was willing to put money down that they were both still hard, even though Jordan wasn't close enough for me to know definitively.
"So what do we do now?" I asked in a more serious voice. I shifted in the bed slightly, enough that I could see Rafe from the corner of my eye.
Jordan didn't answer, waiting like I was to see what Rafe would say.
