Linc
My brainslowly starts to come back online after one of the best nights of sleep I’ve ever had. Between the sex last night and holding Abby in my arms, I slept like nothing else existed in the world.
I keep my eyes shut, not ready to let the light flood in. Her soft breaths puff against my chest. One of her arms is slung over my middle, and her leg is draped over mine.
I quirk a smile, finally peeking down at her. It looks like she was trying to crawl on top of me. I’m not complaining. She could live the rest of our lives perched on me if that’s what she wanted.
Craning my neck a little, I glance around the room. Wyatt and Kane are nowhere to be found.
A moment of worry hits me, thinking they have decided they aren’t okay with this. While I might be selfishly okay having Abby all to myself, I know it wouldn’t be what she really wants. She has feelings for all of us.
I shove the thoughts away. Wyatt and Kane are both in this.
I don’t know if they’re still in the process of falling in love or already in love with her. Either way, they aren’t going anywhere.
We all need to see what this can be. I think I already know, but I’ll play along if this is what they need.
I strain my ears, listening for any noises coming from somewhere else in the house. The faint sound of clanking dishes tells me they are in the kitchen, probably making breakfast or at least coffee.
I could really go for a cup of coffee, but nothing short of a natural disaster could pry me away from the woman who is currently wrapped around me like a koala. I snuggle back against the pillow, my eyes falling shut.
My fingers start to mindlessly comb through the ponytail I pulled her hair into last night. It’s barely in place anymore after last night’s activities and a full night of sleep sandwiched between three men. I’d redo it, but I don’t want to wake her.
I don’t fully drift back to sleep, but I sink into a peaceful, trance-like state that settles deep in my bones. There’s something about this woman that makes me know in my soul everything will be okay.
There have been very real times in my life when I didn’t know this with any sort of certainty, so having this feeling emanate from a person feels important in a way little else ever has.
I can feel the moment she starts to wake. The cadence of her breath starts to shift. She squirms against me, trying to wiggle herself even closer.
There isn’t much distance for her to erase, but she eliminates the little bit there was between us. She hums, pressing a kiss to my bare chest.
“Morning, angel,” I say, kissing her temple.
“Good morning,” she whispers back. Her voice is groggy and laden with the last traces of sleep that are still clinging to her.
She yawns, rubbing her face against me. I smile, continuing to comb my fingers through her hair.
“Where are the others?” she asks, not even glancing around the room to double-check that they aren’t here.
Maybe she can just sense their absence, like I feel it when she walks into a room without even needing to lay eyes on her. It’s like her soul is connected to mine, so I can feel when she’s close.
Wow…That’s cheesy as fuck and not really like me. Abby is changing all kinds of shit in my world.
“I think they’re in the kitchen,” I say.
She hums, running her fingertip over my arm. She pauses at the daisy tattoo right above my wrist.
“What does this one mean?” she asks.
I can’t help but smile. “That’s for Kane’s mom, Sinthia. They’re her favorite flowers. There’s so many of them growing in her backyard. They kind of take over in the summer.”
“She means a lot to you.”
I nod, feeling the emotion thick in my throat. Not a lot of things make me emotional, but she’s one of the few people who has the direct line to my heart.
Her finger moves further up the inside of my arm to the outline of a vintage motorcycle. “What about this one?”
“It’s the first motorcycle I fixed up with David.”
