Warren sat beside us, rubbing my back and legs, while Andrew moved around the room, turning off lights and then joining us on our other side, his hand resting gently on the back of my head. I’d never felt safer and more loved than in that moment. It should’ve been different after what we’d done. There should’ve been some sense of wrongness or taboo, but all I felt was happy.
“Stay with us tonight?” Andrew brushed my hair out of my face and stroked my cheek. “I want to hold you.”
Still on a high, I frowned. “How will all of you hold me? Someone will be left out.”
Lucas chuckled and kissed my chin. “You’ll sleep between Andrew and me tonight. Warren has to be up early for photos of the family, so he gets stuck on the outside tonight.”
Warren pressed a kiss to my shoulder. “Don’t worry, Cupcake. I’ll take my turn when it comes.”
I sighed happily and closed my eyes. “I should brush my teeth.”
The next thing I knew, I was waking up sandwiched between Andrew and Lucas. Light was shining in through the curtains over the wall-to-wall windows. I was so warm between their big bodies, but I needed to pee and I could still taste Warren in my mouth, mixed with a night of sleep.
I had to crawl out through the end of the bed to get out from between them, and as I stood watching after escaping, I watched as Andrew’s face twisted into his signature frown before he rolled away, arms searching. I smiled, wondering if he was reaching for me, before rushing into the bathroom. I did my business and then brushed my teeth with an extra toothbrush that had been left out on the counter, still wrapped.
Just that gesture warmed my heart. They thought about everything. They cared to make sure I had what I needed, and I’d never really had that before. Especially from a boyfriend. Not that they were my boyfriends. At least, I wasn’t sure if they were. I didn’t know how that worked. Or if it was supposed to. Or if it could. That was for another day. I was still so floaty from the night before that I didn’t want to be brought down.
I looked at Andrew’s massive shower and decided that I would spoil myself. There were three showerheads, not to mention the jets on the side of the wall. I turned the water on and got in, instantly groaning as the hot water connected with muscles that had never been sore before in my life. Washing my body with expensive smelling soap, I found the ache between my thighs not unpleasant. I knew I was covered in marks from theirmouths and hands, bruises that told a story of passion. I touched a mark on the top of my breast and let out a happy sigh.
“You look good with my mark.”
I jumped and looked up to see Warren standing in the doorway to the shower, a smile on his handsome face. I looked him over, the camera bag draped over his shoulder doing nothing to hide the snug fit of his shirt. “I didn’t see you when I got up.”
He put the bag down and braced his hands on the glass walls of the shower doorway. “I’d already left. I came back to find my phone. I found something much better, though.”
I watched as he reached over his head and grabbed his shirt, pulling it off in one easy tug. “What about your photos?”
He shoved his pants down and off before moving towards me with his heavy erection pointing the way. “They’ll wait.”
Lip caught between my teeth, I reached for him. “We’ll be fast.”
“Shouldn’t be a problem with you, Cupcake.”
Chapter 17
After Warren left, very late, for his photo session, I finished my shower and then found Andrew stumbling into the living room area of the suite, eyes squinted. His hair was sticking up everywhere and he was butt naked. When he heard me giggle, he spun around to face me, a relieved expression on his sleep-creased face.
“I thought you left.” He closed the distance between us and pulled me in for a tight hug. “I was worried we’d hurt you or scared you away.”
Another tug from my heart came at how sweet and innocent he sounded. I reached up and ruffled his hair, loving how unkempt he looked for a change. “I took a shower. I wasn’t in my best state when I woke up.”
Sinking onto the couch, he pulled me down on top of him and buried his face in my wet hair. “You smell like me. I like it.”
I stroked his face and grinned down at him. “You’re soft in the morning. It’s cute.”
He grunted. “Cute?”
I nodded. “Cute. You look like a little boy.”
“Woman, you’re killing me. None of those things are things a man wants to hear the morning after his first time with a woman.”
My cheeks warmed. “Well, I hope you mark it in your calendar. First time having a cupcake would be a great line to look back on and try to figure out why you’d chosen to ignore all the cupcakes you’d had before.”
He kissed my cheeks. “You’ll be lucky if you don’t wake up to a couple dozen bouquets of flowers this day every year for the rest of your life.”
“Yeah, right.” I rolled my eyes at him. “Do you have plans today?”
He checked both arms for a watch and then both of mine, only finding the diamond bracelet that had survived the night and my morning shower. He also seemed to get distracted by what I was wearing. His white dress shirt from the night before, to be exact. His eyes focused in, and he ran his hand through his hair before touching the open neck of the shirt. “I’m never going to get tired of seeing this.”
