The silence stretched for a long moment, then Rafe grabbed my chin and brought my lips to his for a bruising kiss.
"Now I'm going to take a shower. A long one. And Jordy is gonna fill you in on the discussion we had while you were still asleep." He kissed me again, hard, then let me go and slid out of the bed.
I made a small sound of shock and confusion as he stood up, totally unconcerned with the shape of his boxers. "Rafe..." I protested, not entirely sure what I could orshouldsay in response. Had he seriously just told us it was okay to fuck in his bed? Because that was the subtext I'd pulled from his words.
He grinned and shot me a wink. "Have fun, Sleeping Beauty." He gave Jordan a meaningful look, then disappeared into the attached bathroom and closed the door firmly behind him.
Confused as fuck, I turned my attention back to the prince still in bed with me. "Alright, spill. What was this discussion you had while I slept?"
A sly grin spread over his face, and I noted that his bruises looked heaps better already. Most of them had faded into the greenish yellow that barely hurt anymore.
"I'll have to show you," he replied suggestively, snaking his hand back over my waist and pulling me flush against his body. "And when Rafe says he's taking a long shower, he really only means five minutes. Ten,maybe. So we'll have to be quick... if you want to, that is?"
My brows shot up. Apparently I hadn't misread Rafe after all.
So... did I want to fuck Jordan while Rafe was just twenty feet away, naked and wet in the shower and probably taking care of himself? Uh, yeah. That was a resounding yes.
Chapter 19
The shower was still running as the stars cleared from my eyes and my breathing slowly returned to normal, and I stared at the closed door. Had he heard us? Did I want him to?
Yes. One hundred percent, yes. I wanted us to be a unit. A team. I didn’t want two boyfriends who knew about each other but pretended the other wasn't sleeping with their girl. And yeah, I wanted to see what it'd be like to have them both in bed together with a whole lot less clothing and a whole lot more fucking involved.
Anyone who wanted to judge me for wanting that could go jump off a damn cliff. They clearly hadn't met my playboy princes or felt the tease of four hands on their body...
Jordan groaned and pushed up, then dipped back down to kiss me again. "Go. I'm going to run back to my room to get changed."
I frowned in concern, my attention pulled from the still-running shower. "Are you sure you'll be okay alone?"
Jordan's lips curved in a wide smile, and he traced my cheek like I was the most precious object he'd ever handled. "You're incredible, Violet," he whispered in awe. "And yes, I'll be fine. My room is just down the hall, and it's not me Uriel is after."
My mood soured, and I grimaced.
"Go and let Rafe know the coast is clear. His water is probably running cold by now." Jordan snickered a smug laugh, then quickly pulled his clothes on and slipped out of Rafe's room with a parting wink.
I hesitated only a moment longer before sliding out of the bed. I picked up my shirt from the floor, then changed my mind and tossed it aside. Rafe knew what we'd done. He'd basicallytoldus what to do. So why pretend otherwise? If he wanted to get used to the idea of me with Jordy, I was doing him no favors by hiding.
Besides, I needed to rinse off too.
Nerves flooded through me as I turned the door handle, but I shoved them aside. There was no place for second-guessing while navigating the mechanisms of a ménage relationship with two insanely alpha males.
I pushed the door open. Rafe was still in the shower, his forehead against the tiles, his eyes closed while the water sluiced all over his hard, tattoo-wrapped muscles.
He looked up at me when I kicked the door shut and leaned my shoulders against it.
We just... stared at each other for a moment, then I gathered up my courage and stepped closer to him.
"Mind if I take a shower?" I asked, casual asfuck.
Amusement flickered across his face, and he stepped aside, indicating that the shower was all mine to use. That small movement drew my attention south, and my brows shot up to realize he hadn't been taking care of himself in the shower after all. In fact, it seemed like he'd just been torturing himself.
I stepped under the decidedly cool spray and shivered as the water coated me. With a teasing smile, I turned to grab Rafe's body wash.
A dark chuckle was all the warning I got before his hand wrapped around the back of my neck. He spun me around in one smooth motion, pinning me to the wall with his body and crushing his mouth to mine. I welcomed that like I'd welcome a fucking macchiato first thing in the morning.
Wholeheartedly and full-bodied.
"Nothing satisfies me except you, princess," Rafe groaned against my lips. "My fucking hand is useless."
