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“Please,” I said, searching his face for any hint of what was going through his mind.
He nodded, walking into the bathroom, turning on the shower as I finished undressing. Easton was looking out the window, hands in his pockets, his body was stiff, and I hated the distance between us. He pulled out his phone from his pants, hitting a few buttons before looking up at me.
“I have to take this,” he said, leaving the room.
I pursed my lips at his cool tone.
“You ready?” Vincent asked, completely naked behind me.
I nodded my head, glancing behind me wondering if Easton was going to come back. Vincent held his hand out and I took it, hoping that maybe I didn't ruin whatever the hell we had going on because right now, this didn’t just feel like a contract.
“Easton.” Vincent’s voice held a reprimanding tone, bringing me out of my slumber.
I opened my eyes slightly, seeing a soft glow in the room telling me it was still early. Vincent had an arm thrown around my waist, my face close to his chest and our legs tangled together.
“I know,” Easton said, sounding exhausted from behind me.
“You’ve barely slept,” Vincent whispered.
“I’m going to go for a run.” Easton dismissed Vincent.
Vincent sighed dramatically.
“If I demand you stay in bed, you won’t listen, will you?”
“Not this time, punish me next time for not listening.” The bed dipped while Easton got out of the bed.
“You’re running away, at least wait for her to say something before you take off,” Vincent said.
It was Easton’s turn to exhale loudly.
“Fine, I’ll run at the gym.”
The sound of footsteps leaving the bedroom and the soft click of the door told me he had left. Vincent sighed again, squeezing me against him as he played with my hair along my back. Even though I wanted to say something or admit I heard them talking, I was pulled to sleep again. My body and mind were still too tired.
It felt like five minutes had passed when I woke up alone. The sun was bright in the room, and I knew it was close to midday. The girls were probably awake and I needed to check on them and talk with the guys.
Stretching out, my body protested slightly from a few sore muscles and feeling like I had been fucked so good by two men at the same time. I wish I hadn’t ruined last night, and we could have come back here and enjoyed each other some more without my secret coming out. My stomach churned at the thought of telling them why I had been kicked out or why I had roommates.
I slipped out of bed heading to the bathroom to do my business, grabbing a shirt that was left on the counter. It sounded like someone was cooking in the kitchen when I left the room and as much as I didn’t want to go out, I didn’t like how off we felt. Being with Vincent and Easton felt effortless. I wasn’t the woman who was strung along for two years, heartbroken and in debt. I was a twenty-eight-year-old woman having fun with two guys, who gave me more orgasms than all my boyfriends combined and didn’t make me feel like a whore for asking for more in bed.
The smell of coffee made me take those steps out of the hallway and into the open floor plan. Easton was in the kitchen cooking while Vincent sat at the island reading the newspaper. It was all very domestic, igniting a sense of longing in me. Even though I knew it wasn’t attainable with them, it didn’t stop me from picturing a life with them.
As I walked closer, Easton looked up at me. His gray eyes found mine instantly, giving me a small smile that eased the tension in me a little. He looked tired like he hadn’t slept much, but he still looked so sexy.
“Good morning, Em,” he said, his voice releasing a little more tension.
“Morning,” I said, walking around the island because I had this need to touch him, I really needed his reassurance that we were ok or at least going to be.
He stepped away from the stove, opening one arm up and I rushed to his open arm. He was shirtless, smelling like Vincent and his own scent mixed deliciously together. It eased another part of me as he kissed the top of my head.
“Coffee?” He squeezed me against him.
“Please,” I said, kissing his chest.
I walked away from him locking eyes with Vincent next. Our rift wasn't as big, last night he had been sweet helping me shower, drying and holding me while we laid on the bed. We didn't say much, but just having him close was enough. I was too physically and emotionally spent.
“Good morning,” I said, about to slide on a barstool when he grabbed me while helping me straddle his lap.
