“Well, if this is our last night together for a while…” Dax ponders.
Aiden catches on faster than I do. His grin lights up his face. “I like your thinking.”
“What? What are you thinking?” I accuse, knowing I’m either going to love or hate whatever they are cooking up. Though, from the shared look on both their faces, I can already tell going to love it.
“My room?” Dax asks.
I barely have time to feign protest before I’m hauled off the sofa and over Aiden’s shoulder. The squeal I make is almost as undignified as having my arse in the air, but damn if I’m not totally into it.
My stomach flutters with nerves at the thought of being with both men. I’m not seductive; I’m not even attractive. How do I keep their attention? How do I make sure they are both satisfied? I doubt lying back and letting them do whatever they want will be enough. The flutters turn into great elephant stomps by the time Aiden puts me down.
But the second he does, I realise I’ve been worrying over nothing. The scene that erupts in the room isn’t the sleek seductionI’m expecting. It’s wholesome. It’s normal.
Dax makes for his closet and starts throwing pyjamas at Aiden and I, his own navy fleece pyjama pants scrunched in his hands. Aiden picks up a remote control from the bedside table and summons the TV from a recess in the sideboard against the wall opposite Dax’s bed. The thing is huge and moves silently.
“Who wants the shower first, or are we all piling in to speed this up?” Dax asks.
Both men turn to me for the answer, and I’m struck dumb at the choice. I almost suggest going back to my room to give them space but realise there’s not much point acting shy after having slept with them both.
I mean, this is it, right? What I asked them for? An example of how this would work for us. “Let’s pile in. It’s big enough.”
Aiden tries and fails to hide his smile when Dax coughs and starts babbling about running the water hot enough for us all, then vanishes into the bathroom.
“Wrong choice?” I ask Aiden.
“Perfect choice,” he disagrees. “I get the feeling that your boy is a little excited that you said yes.”
“Me too. If you can call nervousness excitement.”
“Trust me, we’re all feeling that, but we’re in it together. Let’s enjoy wherever it goes.”
I nod, take my borrowed PJs into the bathroom, and fold them on the vanity beside Dax’s. He’s already naked, wrapped only in a towel and leaning into the shower to adjust the settings. Water pours in from the ceiling like rainfall. I didn’t even know his shower could do that. Aiden used the mounted shower head last time.
“That looks so relaxing. Does it do other stuff?”
“It has a jet setting too. For those achy muscle days. Kind of like a massage.” He points out the nozzles discreetly hidden between the tiles. “We can try that next time if you like?”
“I recommend it. It’s saved my sanity on more than oneoccasion,” Aiden adds.
“I get the sense you both spend a lot of time in here.”
“Beer, movies, and planning world domination, Tiger. Where better to do it than in a comfortable bed?”
“Oh, so that’s why I wake up with you stealing my stuff or taking over my bathroom?” Dax grouses.
Aiden chuckles and starts stripping off his jeans. I follow his lead and take off my clothes. “If you’d given me a room with an ensuite, perhaps I’d be less of a fixture in your space, but come on, how many nights did I need to sit with you? This is as much my room now as yours.”
The reminder makes Dax stiffen. He waves his hand at Aiden. “Yeah, well, that’s a story for another time.”
I do my best to defuse it before it ruins things. “It’s okay, I won’t ask. I will, however, take you up on the spa-head shower at some point.”
“You can use my bathroom while I’m away. My room too if you think you’d be more comfortable here. I might need to give you a key,” Dax mutters to himself.
“Not a bad idea. Give her the code for the escape tunnel, too. Just in case.”
“I’ll write it down.”
“You can tell me it. I’ll remember.”
