“Yeah.” Noa nodded. “Who’s next?”
“Ummmm, Mister Colt, I think.”
I yawned and glanced out over the room. With the sun trying to push through the curtains, the morning light wasn’t too bright. Nathan was chuckling and talking to Lucas and Kit by the door. And it triggered a memory from earlier. Had I seen Colt come up? And leave with Ash and Greer?
It’d been a weird night. A glorious, fucking incredible, weird night. Fantasies had come true—but I was gonna be a wreck all day. The night had literally consisted of several naps, and I needed my six straight hours of sleep.
“Jordan, you’re making me monkey bread today,” I grumbled.
He snickered. “Whatever you want, baby.”
Score.
“I love monkey bread,” Noa said. “Cam makes it sometimes.”
Speaking of… I was pretty sure that was Cam who reentered the room with Greer’s slave. I was still learning the names. Either way, they had coffee. A lot of coffee.
That made me drag myself up into a seated position, at least.
“Dude. Check out the body on your hubby, Jordan,” Noa said under his breath.
My mouth twitched. Don’t think I hadn’t noticed his own husband during the interrogation yesterday. Heavens.
“I know. He’s delicious,” Jordan replied frankly. “Focus. What about Kit?”
“Coffee and juice delivery!” Archie called out. “Master, Colt, and Ash are on their way up with breakfast, so please stop what you’re doing and get ready to eat. I believe they emptied the nearest diner.”
Well…we sure worked up an appetite, didn’t we?
I smelled the food about half a second before I heard the booming voices of those three Doms. Greer, Ash, and Colt appeared with takeout bags, and for once, I’d choose the food over any man. My stomach growled at the scents of eggs, cheese, bread, and…I didn’t even know, but the place suddenly smelled like a bakery and diner.
“Stay put. I’ll get you your order,” Jordan told me.
That was fine by me.
Noa ran back to his own orgy bed, naked as the day he was born, and Nathan made his way back to ours.
Both he and Ash would always be the hottest naked, but I had a thing for men who’d just woken up and pulled on a pair of sweats. Add the bed head and, in Nathan’s case, those black-framed glasses? I’d do anything he asked—as long as he didn’t ask me to give up breakfast.
“Good morning. Did the boys wake you up?” He bent down and kissed me, and he gripped my chin gently.
“I don’t even know.” I leaned in, needing one more.
He smiled into the kiss and gave me fucking goose bumps, just from that tongue-teasing.
Jordan and I didn’t stand a chance against these two.
Black-framed glasses and abs, fuck me twice.
“Jordan!” Ash hollered. “I talked to Greer. Do you happen to be curious about sounding?”
Oh hell. Nathan and I exchanged a chuckle and broke away, and he planted himself next to me and gave my leg a squeeze.
“I was, and then I watched a video with it, and I noped my way out of that real fast,” Jordan responded. “Next topic!”
“It’s actually mindfucky hot,” Noa said. “Greer’s done it to me.”
“I’ll take your word for it,” my boy huffed.
