“This thing is huge,” she says, walking along the side of it. “Holy cow. It takes up the whole room.”
She’s right. We’ve had to shove all our clothes in the closets to make space for it.
“See?” Bennett says, chiming in. “Plenty of room for you.”
Bree’s eyes flick over to Jack uncertainly.
“Please.” Jack lifts her hand and kisses the top of it. “Will you stay with us tonight?”
Bree swallows, glancing among all of us, and then nods. “I did bring my pajamas, like you said.”
Jack grins widely at this. It will be a challenge to keep my hands to myself, but I’ll manage it.
Bree even brought her toothbrush, and I share my toothpaste with her. She leans against me as we brush our teeth in the mirror, and I wrap my free arm around her. Then we swap out with Bennett and Jack, and I rush to the bed to jump into it.
“Bree,” I call to her, gesturing to the open space beside me. She giggles and climbs in, curling up at my side.
“I still can’t believe you had a crush on me all that time,” I say. “Do I live up to the hype?”
“Oh yeah.” She beams up at me. “Two hundred percent.”
Bennett climbs in next on my right side, which leaves the spot next to Bree open. Jack takes it, approaching the bed with caution.
“Do you mind?” Jack asks, and I love that he’s so shy. I don’t think I’ve seen him this way before.
She opens her arms wide to him. “Not at all.”
His brows rise to his forehead, then he climbs into bed and settles down next to her. Soon we’re all curled up together, and I have an arm across Bree’s waist with Jack’s hand on mine. He smiles at me over her shoulder, a small one, and my hope for the future swells.
Eighteen
Bree
I wake up boiling hot. Like, so hot I want to crawl out of my skin to escape it. I’m wedged in on my front and back sides by soft fur, but the bodies underneath that fur are incredibly warm.
Not to mention the one behind me, whose arms are wrapped tight around my middle, is getting a not-so-insignificant hard-on. It rubs against my ass as I open my eyes, and the hands around my waist pull me in even closer, grinding that prominent erection against me.
Now my entire body is on fire, down to my pussy. When I blink, I find Mangelli’s tawny fur in front of me, which means the one behind me is… Jack.
Jack’s the one huffing in his sleep while he relentlessly pushes his cock between my butt cheeks. One of his big hands slides up my belly to my breasts, where he rubs my nipple over my sleep shirt. I can’t help making a tiny sound at the sudden stimulation, and abruptly, the hand freezes.
“Fuck,” Jack whispers. “I’m so sorry.” The hands immediately leave me, and he pulls away as he rolls over onto his back.
But I truly didn’t mind. In fact, waking up in his arms was great, besides the part where I’m so hot I feel like I might melt.
So I disengage from Mangelli’s sleepy embrace and turn over to face Jack. He stares up at the ceiling, his chest rising and falling quickly with his breaths. His hand is gripped into a fist like he’s trying hard to keep it to himself.
“Hey,” I whisper, placing my hand on top of his. “It’s all right.”
“It’s not. You just went through a serious life event, and I?—”
He cuts himself off, gritting his teeth. I snuggle closer, trying to ease the tension and show him I enjoyed our closeness.
“And you what?” I prompt.
“I haven’t had the chance to even kiss you yet.” Jack rubs a hand down his face. “And here I am, rubbing my dick all over you.”
“I liked it.” I especially liked that he did it in his sleep, so I know his subconscious is interested. “We could remedy the kiss thing.”
