“Do you?” His eyes burrow into mine, and I nod.
“Yes. If you say that you know what I’m ready for or not, then I believe you.”
His gaze softens, and he trails a thumb down my cheek and over my lower lip.
“Suck,” he whispers, and I part my lips on instinct, pulling his thumb into my mouth and swirling my tongue around the tip. I had no idea this was even a thing, let alone something that would turn him on. But when a groan rolls up his throat and his hardness twitches against my thigh, I can feel just how much he’s enjoying this.
He pulls his thumb out and cups my cheeks, his eyes darting between mine and my lips.
Is this it? Is this the moment he finally kisses me?
He doesn’t make me wonder for long as his head dips, his eyes close, and he presses his lips to mine. His kiss is so much slower than any I’ve experienced so far. He takes his time, teasing my lips, sucking and biting until he pulls back. I want more, I want to feel his tongue on mine, I want to push my fingers through his silky hair, but he stops me with a look. One thatsaystrust me.
He’s not Robert,I remind myself.
Maybe I trust too easily, but that doesn't stop me from nodding, even though my lips tingle for more. He bundles me up in his arms and moves us to lie in bed under the blanket. I watch Dex shove Pete, then throw himself on our bed, quickly crawling to my other side as he yells, “Dibs!”
“Peter?” He turns to me with a raised eyebrow in question. “Could you pass me Bluey?”
“Bluey?” His brows pinch in confusion.
“Yeah, my whale.”
“Fuck, you’re adorable,” he says as he glances around and finds it near his feet. He passes it to me, and I place it tightly under my top arm as he leans over Sly to kiss my forehead goodnight. “Ow! Fuck, Sly!” Pete says, standing up and cupping his junk. “If you wanted to cop a feel, you could have been gentle about it.”
“I wasn’t trying to grope you, idiot. But if you touch me with that thing again, I promise you won’t be able to do anything but moan for the rest of the night.”
Pete climbs into bed as he laughs. “Don’t threaten me with a good time, Romano.”
Sly’s quiet for a moment, and I bite my lip, trying not to laugh.
“That’s not what I meant,” Sly finally says, frustration edging his tone.
“Suuuuure you didn’t,” Pete says, egging him on.
“I meant I’d make you moan in pain, not pleasure, you asshat!” Dex and Pete start laughing as I watch Sly’s face grow red.
“Sly?” He tips his anger-filled face down toward me as I reach up and cup his cheek. “He’s just saying that to get underyour skin.”
He lets out a deep breath, his shoulders relaxing as the anger fades from his face. “I know, Wren. Sometimes he’s just so…”
“Amusing?” Pete asks. “Handsome?”
“Immature,” Sly finishes.
“Let him have his fun,” I whisper, studying the curve of his jaw and the pout of his lips.
“You’re right.” His eyes roam over my face, and my skin heats with his perusal. “Besides, we all know if I’m going to make anyone moan in pleasure, it’s going to be you.”
I duck my head, resting it against his chest to hide my heated cheeks. He sure knows how to make me feel wanted when he wants to. I can’t believe I ever doubted his interest.
We all say our goodnights as Jagger switches out the lights and climbs into the other bed with Pete. I saw them pull a dresser in front of the door earlier, so lying between Dex and Sly, I feel safe enough to go to sleep.
The warmth of their bodies surrounding mine has me easily drifting off. Right before I nod off, I feel something soft wrap around my ankle as Dex whispers, “Shh, go to sleep, baby.”
Light filters through my eyes, signaling it’s morning, and the need to pee presses me hard. I push my way out of Sly’s arms and climb down to the bottom of the bed. As I go to step off, my left foot gets stuck, and I shriek, falling over the end of the bed, my upper body landing on the ground with a resoundingthud.
“Ow,” I groan, rolling off my shoulder and onto my back, my left foot still stuck above me in the bed.
