I’m rubbing my eyes when I hear a soft “Fuck,” and I freeze in place. Slowly, I look up to see Ice sitting at the island staring at me with heat in his eyes.
He swallows hard before his eyes come up to lock on mine.
“You-coffee-hot,” he blurts out.
I raise an eyebrow at him before looking down at myself and realize that I’m in my soft yellow tank top that is very thin, so I’m pretty sure he can see my nipples through it right now, and the yellow short shorts that go along with it. It’s my usual sleeping attire. I find them extremely comfortable.
Since he’s looking at me with desire instead of disgust, I decide to go with it instead of feeling embarrassed about my body.
“Oh coffee’s hot?” I say innocently.
I walk over to the coffee machine and grab a cup from the cupboard above it. When I make it how I like it, I turn and lean against the counter to catch Ice clearly staring at my ass before he squeezes his eyes shut.
“Please tell me there’s coffee,” I hear Maverick say before he walks into the room.
My brain must short circuit like Ice’s just did because he’s walking in with no shirt on in jeans that are still unbuttoned. His hair is a mess from sleep and he looks like complete sin.
“Coffee-hot,” I blurt out.
Maverick looks at me in confusion before he sees how I’m looking at him. He gets a smug look over his face.
“Very hot,” I hear Ice whimper very quietly. I don’t think I was meant to hear.
Then Maverick takes me in and his eyes blaze with heat just like Ice’s did.
“Fuck, I need a shower,” Ice says standing up quickly.
I look back over at him and see he’s wearing sweatpants without a shirt. I didn’t take much notice before because I was trying to fight the urge to cover myself.
“Have fun!” I say before immediately covering my face with my hands and groaning. I hear a chuckle from Maverick before he pulls me into his arms.
“I’m sure he will have fun in the shower,” he whispers in my ear.
“Maybe I’ll go have some fun in the shower too,” I say, pulling away to grab my coffee and walk to my room. I don’t miss the sharp intake of breath that Maverick takes.
“Why don’t we have three fucking showers,” I hear him say as I close the door, causing me to laugh quietly.
We won’t need three showers if this goes the way I can see it starting to go.
Maverick “Viking”
I don’t know how much more of my fucking hand I can take.
Since we have been back, there hasn’t been any sex. Ana will let me hug her for a short period and kiss her lightly, but nothing else. I understand it; I completely do.
It still sucks I have to fuck my hand every day; sometimes more than once.
It’s not only being around my wife, but also Ice and those sinful sweatpants he wears that expose Every.Single.Fucking.Thing.
I had to bite my knuckles to prevent the moan that wanted out the first time I saw him in them.
I don’t know how I’m supposed to feel about Ice. Ana and I haven’t really had a conversation about him, but I knew we needed to.
As far I can tell, she’s not angry about it. More hurt that I kept it from her.
I knock on the bedroom door once I hear the shower turn off and wait a couple minutes.
“Ana?” I call out softly.
