I screamed their names…
Just as they hollered mine.
Together, we went over the edge to bliss.
***
Slumber was calling my name. But they weren’t comfortable.
Brent mumbled, “Cole, you’re fucking heavy. Roll off.”
Cole made a slight noise in the back of his throat and then moved with vigor I wasn’t feeling. He slipped out of me andmade his way to the bathroom. A minute later, he returned and flopped down next to us. Brent moved next, rolling me toward Cole and pulling out. He went to the bathroom, too. I blinked at their level of liveliness – it was definitely decided that I needed to start working out - and closed my eyes, being comforted by Cole wrapping his arms around my waist.
When Brent dropped down next to us I was shocked as they pushed me to my back and started caressing and kissing my bare flesh again. My eyes popped open wide and I muttered without thinking, “What the heck are y’all doin’?”
Brent chuckled and grinned, licking circles around one of my areolas. “We aren’t done with you yet.” His teeth gently latched around my puckered nipple and he tugged.
I jerked at the intimate touch and glanced at Cole who was nuzzling under my other breast.
His eyes crinkled as he smiled up at me. “You didn’t honestly think one time was going to be enough after lying chastely in a bed with you every night for two weeks, did you?”
I glanced down at their semi-hard erections and raised my eyebrows.
Cole softly bit the underside of by breast before stating smugly, “I only need a minute, sweetheart.”
Brent grunted, blatantly stating that was all he need, too, as he sucked a goodly portion of my breast into his wide mouth.
I gasped and wondered if that was true.
…it was.
…it was also true the time after that.
Chapter Eighteen
I HADN’T wanted to getout of bed, lying between Brent’s and Cole’s toasty warm, naked bodies, but the smell of bacon had called to me like a hound to a fox. I had at least managed to throw on Brent’s expensive shirt that he had worn the previous night. The thing hung well over my hips, but I had still found my Death Row bottoms to throw on.
I yawned and rubbed my eyes barely believing I was trudging down the hallway for food at nine o’clock in the morning after the night I’d had. I should be out cold, but my tummy rumbled reminding me that it wanted food. Now. I guess I had worked off a lot of calories last night.
I grinned. Oh, yeah. I had definitely worked up a fine appetite. Really, I was surprised Brent and Cole weren’t up, instead of just stirring. They had to be darn near starving.
I rubbed my belly and yawned great big as I entered the main living space where I had heard the TV going. Everyone was sprawled everywhere, eating breakfast and watching one of Green Acres many re-runs. I didn’t pay them much attention and went straight for the kitchen where I loaded up my plate with bacon, grits, sausage, and toast. Ally must have cooked.
I plodded back into the living room and sat down on the floor, and placed my plate on the coffee table and started eating. I was too hungry to eat slowly, so I grabbed a napkin and placed it conveniently in front of my plate and leaned over and inhaled my food. Oh, so delicious. My tummy rumbled its agreement.
I was wiping my mouth with a clean napkin and crumbling up the now disgusting one when, from my left, Ally muttered dryly, her twang peeking out, “That was some impressive eatin’.”
I blinked and glanced over. No one had been talking the entire time since I had first entered the room. I had assumed they were too busy watching the show or stuffing their faces, but as I looked around at everyone, they all appeared drawn and sickly. Their faces were kinda droopy and they had bags under their eyes and they rested back on the chairs or couches like they were stoned. Even Stash appeared worn out and…shell-shocked?
My eyebrows snapped together, and I asked Ally, “Did y’all catch the flue or somethin’?”
Everyone scowled.
I stared in confusion.
Brent traipsed into the room at that moment, only wearing his jeans from last night slung low on his hips. His hair was a mess and he was stretching with his arms over his head, back arching. He spotted me and grinned before heading toward the kitchen. Cole followed a moment later, dressed much the same, in his jeans from the night before that he had zipped, but had missed the top button so they rode a smidge lower than Brent’s had. He yawned and scrubbed a hand over his shadow of a beard. He smiled when he saw me staring at him and went into the kitchen after Brent.
I watched the door instead of the silently glaring crew. I’m not sure what their problem was, but it was starting to feel a bit hostile. I hoped whatever they had, they didn’t blame it on me – or sneeze in my direction. I shivered and kept watching the door. I scratched my head and worked at a tangle in my hair before they came out with enough food for four people.
