“Godsdammit, Delilah!” Trey yelped, teeth scraping against my skin as he jerked his head away to speak. “Learn to knock!”
“Idid! It’s notmyfault the construction is so loud!”
“Get out of here!”
“But we have breakfast plans!” she insisted.
Trey sighed and glanced down at me. “Later.”
My lips pinched to the side in disappointment, but I inhaled slowly and released the annoyance with my exhale. “We shouldn’t keep our guests waiting.” I started to disentangle myself from Treasure, but he tightened his arms around me and threw a leg over my hips for good measure.
“We can keep them waiting for a few minutes,” he murmured before kissing me.
I parted my lips, inviting his tongue inside, always eager for another taste of him. He shifted his hips, pressing the firm length of his own eagerness against me.
Knock, knock, knock.“Treeeey, Willlldee, I’m hungry!”
“Fuck,” Trey growled.
“Not this morning, apparently.”
He scowled and pinched my ass before finally separating from me. He sat up on the bed, displaying a full, broad back covered in red scratch marks, both fresh and faded. I only had a few seconds to appreciate them before he stood up and walked to his wardrobe and slowly covered up all his naked glory.
I sighed and pushed myself up to follow him, grabbing clothes at random. Unlike Treasure, who had to worry about whether the jewel-tones clashed, all my clothes were white, gray, or black, which made dressing easier.
“One of these days,” he said, wrapping a hand around my waist and toying with a button on my gray trousers, “I’ll dress you head to toe in rainbows.”
I narrowed my eyes at him. “Don’t threaten me unless you’re prepared to deal with the consequences.”
He laughed and pressed a kiss to the top of my head. “Your punishments are practically incentives.”
“Brat.” I reached for him to show him, but he danced out of range, still laughing.
When he opened the door, Delilah’s raised fist collided with his chest hard enough to make him grunt. “Finally!” she exclaimed, not apologizing for the accidental punch. “We’ve been waiting forages—”
“Delilah,” another voice scolded from the kitchen. “Give them a little space.”
“Or they’ll lock themselves back in the bedroom,” someone else added.
I stepped out from behind Trey to see two princes sitting at our kitchen table.
“Good morning, Wilde,” Rick said, raising a mug to me. They’d helped themselves to coffee while waiting on us.
“Good morning,” I murmured, bowing my head politely.
Rick sighed and turned to Brendon. “One of these days he’ll call me Dad.”
“As long as he doesn’t call either of us ‘Daddy,’” Brendon said with a straight face. He stood up to greet us, hugging his son hello and giving me a polite nod. A handshake was too formal, a hug too uncomfortable, so that was what we’d settled on between us.
Rick also hugged Trey, then slipped his hand into Brendon’s. “So, where are we eating this morning?”
Delilah rolled her eyes. “There’s only one restaurant, Uncle Rick.”
“And half the reason you visit is to eat at Gleb’s,” I said with a straight face.
“Only aquarterof the reason,” she argued, then started counting off reasons on her fingers. “There’s also watching the imps torture Angelica, climbing the trees, helping the new librarian choose the best books—”
She continued listing things she liked about the redevelopment of Traumstead as we walked through the bustling streets.
