“That’s my girl.” Remy hops up and grabs my hand to tug me with him as he barrels out of the room and into the hallway.
At one point, I suspect he’s about to pick me up and haul me over his shoulder when I’m not going fast enough, but a stern, “Remy,” from Grayson causes Remy to deflate, and he actually slows down a little so my legs can keep up.
Remy opens a door on the main floor I’ve probably walked past a few times and never thought twice about. I bump him with my shoulder so I can get a look inside, but the room is dark, cast mostly in shadows, so I can’t really make anything out.
Releasing my hand, Remy enters the room and nearly disappears. The glow of light from the hall reflecting on his white shirt allows me to follow his movements until I hear the click of a lamp being turned on.
A bubble of laughter erupts from me as soon as I see the bed. It’s comically large, as if someone gathered up four king-sized beds and squished them together to make a giant, squarish shape.
Shaking my head, I look around, noting three other doors leading off the room, but no windows. I can’t believe Felix would have agreed to this, let alone designed it. There’s supple carpet under my feet and a few pieces of furniture that look rather artsy for the guys—a low bubbly looking chaise lounge and an oversized sectional sofa—but they flow with the room nicely.
The walls are bare of any art or pictures but painted a beautiful midnight blue. I suspect that, and the lack of windows, is what makes it feel so dark when the lights are off.
“I can see why you don’t want to make the bed,” I tease. It will take all four of us to change the sheets. I bet the comforter weighs at least ten pounds.
Felix lifts his hand and points at me as if I’ve hit the nail on the head. I chortle again. I can just imagine each of them in this massive bed, fighting over the blanket, like having a sleepover every night.
“So do we each get a corner?” I point to the bed, acknowledging the fact that there are pillows on both ends. The side near the wall, where a headboard would usually be, has a table on either side. “I call this side.” I dash over and hop on the bed, kneeling.
“You don’t get a side. You get the middle,” Gray announces, coming over to my side and nudging me back until I’m indeed in the middle of the bed. I expect to feel a break in the mattresses where they have been joined together, but it’s one solid surface, or it at least it feels that way.
“Did you have this specially made?” I plop down on my butt and look over the sea of bed. We could fit eight people comfortably.
“I like this shape better than just having it wide.” Felix shrugs. “And this way, Remy doesn’t try to spoon me when he doesn’t get to lie next to you. He can sleep down there.”
Remy clicks his tongue. “That was one time, Felix.”
“Once was enough. My ass still hasn’t recovered.”
I burst out laughing again. I can just imagine Remy and his monster cock grinding against Felix. “I was sleeping,” Remy defends and chucks a pillow at Felix, who deftly catches it and sets it with the others next to the head of the bed.
“I’m just trying to avoid a repeat.” Felix adjusts his glasses, but the movement doesn’t hide his smile.
“Whatever, it was only a semi anyway,” Remy mumbles and leans over the bed. In the next second, I’m being jerked down by my ankle. My shirt is all the way up my back and half choking me, my boobs are the only thing that stops it from ending up completely around my neck.
“Do you see how mean he is?” Remy sends a glare over my head, looking at Felix. I’m flat on my back under him, and I can’t imagine many other places I’d rather be. My mouth goes a little dry. “I was sleeping,” he reiterates as if he needs to defend himself. “Dreaming about a girl I’d seen early that day.” His voice goes softer, deeper.
I narrow my eyes. Remy wouldn’t dare tell me about him fantasizing about another girl, especially when I’m in prime position to knee him in the balls.
“She had on this stupid blue jumpsuit that was so big she was swimming in the extra fabric…until she bent over.” His eyes are locked on mine, and when he snakes his tongue out to wet his bottom lip, my stomach hollows.
“You don’t still have that hideous thing, do you?” he asks before slowly planting a kiss on the side of my mouth. “I might need you to put it on for me and change my oil or some shit.”
I crack a smile. Now I know what he’s talking about. In school, when we went to mock crime scenes, we had to wear blue overalls that zipped up the front. They did resemble a mechanic or janitorial uniform.
I wrap my arms around his neck and tilt my head back to give him better access as he continues peppering kisses on my jaw and down my neck. “It wasn’t a fashion statement. We had to wear them when we did labs. If you want to role-play, I’m sure you can come up with something better than me changing your oil.”
Remy pulls back and looks down at me. “Who said anything about role-playing? I need my oil changed.”
I swat his arm, but he just gives me a naughty smirk before lowering his mouth to mine for a scorching kiss. My heart is already beating fast, and he’s barely touched me. I hear some subtle noises and movement around us, but Remy is too damn distracting with his tongue and lips for me to break away.
A warm caress up my side and bare stomach sends a shiver of delight through me, and when it continues up under my shirt to cup my breast, the feeling is amplified. I slit my eyes open and notice the lights are dimmer. The feeling in the room has also shifted from light and sweet to a different kind of playful.
I turn my head to the side and look for Gray and Felix. Remy doesn’t miss a beat as he continues to lick and suck his way down my throat to the top of my chest. When he comes into contact with my shirt, he pulls back enough to slide it over my head.
Felix crawls closer when my eyes land on his. His glasses are gone, placed on the bedside table. The green of his irises is somehow brighter, nearly hypnotic as he gazes back at me. I feel the cup of my bra being pulled down, and Remy doesn’t waste any time latching his mouth tightly onto my breast.
My back arches off the bed, and I thread my fingers into his hair, encouraging Remy to keep going. Felix licks his lips as he continues to approach. Once he’s near enough to touch, I reach out to him, and he takes my hand, slowly bringing my wrist up to his lips for a kiss before moving up my arm until Felix is near my right breast, while Remy still sucks and bites my left.
