Incoming.
What the fuck?
My head jerks up at the soft knock on my bedroom door.
Logan
Is that you?
Rafe
Nope. That’s Serena Kingston.
“Olivia...” Serena whispers from the other side of the closed door.
Rafe
She wants Liv, and she’s crying.
Shit.
“Serena?” Olivia asks as she jumps out of bed and throws the door open. “What’s going on?”
The pretty strawberry-blonde’s tear-filled blue eyes dart around the room before landing on me.
“How about I give you both some space?” I ask, realizing I’m getting kicked out of my own bedroom.
Olivia wraps her arms around Serena and mouthsthank youbefore I leave.
Rafe stands at the bottom of the stairs with a glass of whiskey held out. “Looks like it might be a long night.”
I look at his other completely empty hand. “What about you, brother?”
“I’m not married to half of that codependent relationship.” He slaps me on the shoulder. “I’m going to bed.”
I watch him make his way to his own bedroom and wonder exactly when I’ll be allowed back in mine.
The answer is questionable.
Serena showed up around eleven. I got brave around midnight and knocked on my own damn door, surprised when Olivia told me to come in. Not as surprised as I am now to find Serena curled up in a ball on the far side of the bed, sound asleep while Liv runs her fingers through her hair.
“Is she okay?” What I really want to ask is when is she going home, but even with zero experience being a husband, I know that’s not the acceptable move.
“She will be,” Olivia says softly, looking between me and the bed. “Are you okay if she stays the night?”
“Here? In our bed?” Okay, no man is ever going to say he doesn’t want two beautiful women in their bed, but this isn’t exactly what they’re talking about when they’re thinking it.
“Ourbed, huh?” she asks, pressing her lips together to suppress what I suspect is a delicious fucking smile.
“You’re sleeping in it with me,” my voice drops low as I cross my arms over my chest. “Aren’t you, wife?”
“I guess I am, husband.” Her teasing takes on a new sultry tone that I like more than I should.
“Oh, for fucks sake, Logan. Just get in bed and get used to this. She’s your wife, but she’s my person, and I still trump you,” Serena snaps without opening her eyes.
And before I can even begin to voice my confusion and possibly concern, Olivia smiles. “It’s a big bed, Logan. Don’t try to move me out of the way to get to my cousin, and we’ll be just fine.”
This might actually be the strangest conversation I’ve ever had. But as I climb back into my own bed, and my wife’s ass moves dangerously close to my dick, thanks to her being sandwiched between Serena and me, I decide it might not be the worst sleeping arrangement ever.
