Page 128 of Whispered Promises

FIFTY-FOUR

ROSY

A burning heat pulls me awake slowly, the pressure at my back confirming where I am.

Nate’s bed.

He actually wanted me to stay, and now he’s curled around me. It’s honestly been one of the best night’s sleep I’ve had, even if his extortionately high body temperature is what woke me. It takes a minute to take stock of every deliciously sore muscle in my body after recalling what we did last night, and I bury my head in the pillow as embarrassment coats my cheeks. I squirm at the thought.

“Psst.”

Turning my head towards the noise, I find Max leaning against the open doorframe. A massive, impish grin is plastered across his face.

“Go. Before he decides to come in and piss me off,” Nate mumbles from behind me. He presses a soft kiss to the top of my spine, and I shiver at the sensation. Heat curls down my body, but at the same time, my heart clenches at the intimacy.

“You sure?”

“You heard what the bear said, plus he knows he can’t hog all the sweet, tasty honey. Sharing is caring with our cute honeybee.”

“Ew, honey? Really?” I grimace.

Nate’s arm squeezes around my middle, then his hand slides down to cup between my legs. My breath hitches. Beneath the fabric of my sleep shorts, his finger dips into my entrance.

“Mine. But I can share.”

Max darts into the room, tugging back the sheets, and I gasp at the cold air hitting my skin.

“Paws off her.” Max laughs, his eyes flashing as he sees where Nate cups me, and he holds out a hand for me to take.

Twisting, I drop a kiss on Nate’s mouth. “Good morning.”

He leans in to take another kiss, then mutters against my lips. “Good morning, little tease.”

Unable to ignore Max’s impatient noises, I take his offered hand and let him tug me off the bed. He slaps my backside as I walk past him.

“We need sustenance before you use me for my muscles and pussy magnetism.”

I link my fingers through his, snorting at his bolstering. “You feed Daisy snacks; that’s bribery, not charm.”

“But you do like the muscles?”

I’m saved from answering as we enter the main living area. It’s early, so I hadn’t anticipated anyone being up yet, but Bry’s already in the kitchen. My feet slow, and my arm gets tugged in its socket as Max keeps walking.

Max made it easy; there wasn’t any awkwardness when he saw me in bed with Nate. But this is the first time I’ve stayed over, and I don’t know what to expect from the others. What if Bry’s disgusted, disappointed, or…jealous? If he breaks things off with me, I’m not sure my heart can take it.

I’ve got so used to being with them already that I forgot the risk of it not working out between any of them…or all of them.

I swallow stiffly, my hands clammy and head light.

“Morning, Rosy. Did you sleep okay?” Bry says, smiling warmly.

Some of the fear ebbs, his happiness at seeing me evident and reassuring.

“I did. Thank you.”

“Do you have time to eat before you head to the farm? Or I can pack something for you to go?”

“I have forty-five minutes until I need to leave. Steph’s home all morning, so she’s keeping Moshi company.”