I grinned at Honey’s text.
Blue
It’s fine. Honestly, it’s almost like being back at my parents.
Honey
Now that I don’t believe. Those two men are fine as fuck. If it were me, I’d be running through that house naked until one of them pounced.
Blue
No pouncing going on here. Just them being nice.
Honey
Hmm… I’ll believe that when I see it.
I sighed, pushing off the blankets and getting to my feet. At this rate, sleep felt like a long way off.
May as well make some tea and find a book to read.
I crept through the quiet house, enjoying the soothing colours and warm tones of the wood and stone. The boys had done an amazing job decorating—pairing unique souvenirs from their travels with comfortable furnishings.
I had a feeling Drake was behind the decorating. The man had always liked to create spaces he could describe as home.
In the kitchen, I lifted the kettle, moving to the sink to fill it, when a sound drifted from the lounge. I froze, fear surging through me.
"Fuck, yeah," a voice whispered in the dark.
I silently replaced the kettle on the counter, tip-toeing down the hall to the lounge. Just beside the doorway, I paused, ears straining as I waited for the sound to come again.
"You gonna make me wait?" Drake's voice demanded in the dark.
"Blue's not ours yet," Dane replied.
"Bastard."
I heard sounds like wrestling, clothes moving, the slap of skin against skin, the hot wet slick of mouths sucking.
My eyes drifted shut, hope surging at their whispers. This reality was hotter, wetter, dirtier.
There's no one to stop us.
We were ten, nearly eleven years older. Wiser. Out of the home, living our own lives.
They’ve been gone for a long time.
I wanted to walk around the corner. I wanted to stand in the doorway and let them peel my clothes from my body. I wanted them to—
"You're gonna come." Drake's harsh demand interrupted my fantasy. "You need it."
“No. I want to come on Blue," Dane replied, his voice strangled.
"It may be a long wait, babe. Let me at least give you some relief."
"But—" Dane's groan ended any protests he may have voiced. "Hate you."
"Nah, you fucking love me."
