After we are both washed and rinsed, I turn the shower off and grab the huge bath towel that was in the warmer and wrap her up in it. Her braid is dripping water down her back, so I offer to take it out and dry her locks for her, but she declines. I can see the need for sleep pulling at her, and she is shaky on her feet.
“Come on, baby girl, let's go snuggle with Dee and go to bed.” She walks slowly to the bed before climbing in the middle and laying her head on his chest. He kisses the top of her forehead, and I climb in behind her. While today might have been chaotic, the ending was perfect. She is all I could have ever wanted for myself and for Dee. I hope we can make her happy.
“Good night, Little Witch.” I lean down to kiss her cheek. Her breaths are already evening out as sleep claims her. Demitri and I share a look that says she is ours and we are never letting go.
CHAPTER 26
NYX
Iroll over and curl into the warm, hard body lying next to me, wrapping an arm around their waist. I feel deliciously sore from last night. It was perfect. Demitri controlled and used my body in ways I could have never imagined enjoying. Hutch was perfect and sweet. They are the literal human versions of yin and yang, and I, for one, am obsessed.
“Good morning, Little Witch.” Hutch’s sleep-laced voice rumbles out of his chest. I rub my eyes with the hand that was draped over his waist.
“Good morning.” I nuzzle my face further into his hard chest. Not quite ready to be awake or open to figuring out what last night means for us. I reach behind me, looking for the other half of this Nyx sandwich, but the bed is empty. I let out anumphnoise and I feel the body beneath me shake with a chuckle.
“He’s downstairs cooking breakfast. You looked too sweet and adorable curled up on my chest for us to disturb you. He wanted to make food and then wake you up. Hope you like bacon; it smells like that’s what he’s making for us.”
“Mmhmm, I love bacon. Thank you for letting me rest. I feel exhausted, but in the best ways.” My voice is coming out distorted because of my cheek squished against his hard chest.
His arms close around me the best they can, holding me closer to him. I feel so safe and cared for in this space. The anxiety of yesterday's apartment break-in still lingers in the distance, but it's a faint worry in his arms. We spend some time just listening to each other breathing while his fingers run through the flyaways of my braid.
“I hope you know your place here in my arms will always be a safe place for you and it will only ever be yours, Little Witch.”
“Mmmmm, that is so sweet to say Blue. I’m sure I have something cute and adorable I could say in response, but I am half asleep and haven’t had a single drop of coffee yet. Last night I had two of the hottest boyfriends in the world make me scream their names, and I need the liquid energy to be that adorable.” His chest shakes with laughter. The sound of his laughter warms my soul and makes me smile.
“I’m sure Dee has some coffee brewing downstairs. Do you want to get up and go down and say good morning to him?”
“But I’m comfortable right here.” I whine. Thank goodness Cap texted last night and told me I didn’t have to work today since I worked the two games back to back.
“You can spend all day in this bed cuddling Dee and myself, if you want, but I think we should get you fed first.”
“Ugh, fine.” I know I sound like a spoiled brat right now, but it’s been years since I woke up in a man's arms. Let alone feel this comfortable. I wouldn’t say I was anti-dating, but I was not actively searching out guys. I’ve gone on a few dates here or there, but nothing has really ever felt right or stuck.
We climb out of the massive bed, and I go to leave the room to head to the guest bedroom to grab my clothes for today. Hutch hands his massive shirt over to me with the hoodie from lastnight. Both long enough to reach mid thigh I slip them over my head before giving him a shy thank you.
“If you want to get fully ready later, you can, but for now, stay comfortable. Plus, we never get mad at easy access.” He gives me a flirty smirk. “I still need a taste of you without Dee shoving me outta the way.” I can feel my eyes bug out of my head, and I am rendered speechless. “Oh, Princess Sass is speechless. Just wait until I tell Dee that our dirty mouths shut you up. He’s going to love it.”
He leaves me behind as he makes his way out of the bedroom, and I rush to catch up. We descend the stairs side by side, his fingers gently brushing mine as our arms swing. The feeling causes my skin to tingle as we head to the kitchen. Now that we are out of the room, I can smell bacon and a hint of something sweet in the air.
“There are two sleepyheads.” Demitri greets us as we enter the kitchen. He walks over and pours two cups of coffee. He throws a couple splashes of cream and some sugar in a cup that must be for Hutch, before grabbing a bottle of caramel creamer out of the fridge.
“You know how I take my coffee?” Again dumbfounded by these men.
“Graham said you were getting a caramel coffee the other day when he ran into you. So I went out on a limb and grabbed some caramel creamer from the store before the games, in hope you would be over.” He kind of looks shy and worried that he has done something wrong.
“Outside of assuming you were going to get me to stay the night, it was super sweet. Thank you Demon.” I blush slightly. I’m shocked at how confident these boys were that they would get me, let alone get me here so soon. I am not going on a couple dates and sleeping with the guy kind of girl. Last night was a whole new thing for me, not that I am mad about it.
“Ow, Little Witch. You wound me.” Graham holds his hands over his heart like I hurt him. “Even if we didn’t get you home last night, you would have been here soon, and creamer lasts longer than that.” He finishes with a chuckle.
“Fair point.”
Demitri is finishing up cooking breakfast. It looks like he is finishing cooking up a plate of french toast that looks like it is made out of the fluffiest bread I have ever seen. On the little breakfast table, there is a pitcher of orange juice, a bowl of mixed berries, syrup, whipped cream and butter. Hutch walks over to grab the plate of bacon to bring to the table, sticking a piece in his mouth quickly like we wouldn’t see him.
After all the french toast is off the skillet, Demitri brings it to the table, plate in one hand, cup of coffee in the other. He settles down at the table, and I notice he is just in his low-slung basketball shorts and no shirt. I get to enjoy that sculpted body, not cloudy, by lust-filled haze.
“This all feels so very domestic.” I mention with a laugh.
“I typically make a nice breakfast a couple times a week as long as we aren’t swamped, but it's nice to be able to share it with more than this jackass.” The table laughs. It’s comfortable, and I could get used to it.
