“So is Uncle Lucian,” Noa sang. “He’s close. He’s got his orgasm face.”
“Oh my God, shut up,” Cam laughed through a moan.
“Goddamn brats, the lot of you,” Lucian bit out.
Okay, I couldn’t even pretend to be asleep any longer. I disentangled myself from James and sat up.
The faint glow from a single light in one of the windows was enough to see shapes and shadows. Someone waved from the Leroux-Hayles bed—fairly sure it was Noa—so I waved back.
“Hi, Jordan. Did we wake you? Blame Master Greer.”
I giggled.
“Boy, don’t even,” Greer drawled.
“I’ve been up a while,” I said. “I’m waiting for Daddy and Rigger to get back. I think they’re downstairs.”
Maybe they went to the bathroom. Or they took a romantic stroll to the kitchen. I didn’t know.
“Oh, they’re out on the balcony,” Archie replied. “I saw them sneak out earlier.”
Ohhhhh. That was my next stop, then!
I scrambled off the bed and put on my jammies while the others got lost in a conversation about possibly deciding a breakfast order for later. I announced that I wanted in on that action with my three men, right before I ducked behind the curtain.
The air was way cooler here, and the moon cast a pale glow across the front lawn.
I stopped and hid behind the doorway when I spotted Nathan and Ash sharing a comforter that they’d wrapped around each other.
Stupid! They were obviously having a private moment. Kissing unhurriedly, holding each other, smiling a little, whispering…
I wasn’t gonna disturb. In fact, I’d leave?—
“…think it’s natural to catch feelings eventually,” Nathan was saying quietly. “We want our dynamic with them to be meaningful, don’t we?”
I perked up. Couldn’t help it.
Ash hummed. “We do. I’d say it already is.” He sighed contentedly and leaned in to kiss Rigger. Nathan. Rigger. The lines blurred. Like our worlds. “I don’t need any more reassurances, baby. We’ve got this. James and Jordan belong under our skin. And in our everyday lives.”
I beamed and covered my mouth with my hand.
Mister Ash started dropping his kisses lower and lower. “I’d imagine Hallie will become mildly obsessed with Jordan once she learns he’s a makeup artist.”
Oh my gosh, I hoped so. I could teach her whatever she wanted. But she might not like me when I told her girls her age shouldn’t cake their faces in thick makeup.
“Dylan already enjoys it when we shoot hoops with James and his nephew,” Ash continued, kissing his way down Rigger’s chest. “They’ll be right next door. I’m thinking mandatory barbecues and holidays. Birthdays and occasional breakfasts. A movie night here and there…” Just then, he sank to his knees in front of Nathan and peered up at him. “You and I aren’t made for keeping our lives separate. We’ll find a way to combine them.”
Nathan drew a deep breath as Ash sucked him into his mouth, and he wove his fingers through Ash’s hair. “Maybe we can go away together for a weekend sometime too.”
Ash hummed and nodded.
I couldn’t believe this. I had to tell James! We’d officially won the lottery. Nathan and Ash weren’t looking for simple playtime. They wanted exactly what we wanted.
This called for a celebration!
I’d craft them something amazing when I got home tomorrow. Fridge magnets for everybody!
I hurried back to the bed, pausing by our overnight bag to stow away my jammies. I couldn’t very well sleep with clothes on.
