Page 52 of This Reckless Home

BLOSSOM

Nox doesn’t carry me downstairs, but I do feel every step as we make our way to breakfast, hand in hand as he insisted. I guess the cat has got to come out of the bag at some point if we’re really doing this thing.

Shit. I’m in a relationship with three men, and have slept with two of them.

Before I can internally freak out about that, we’re walking into the kitchen which is full of noise, laughter and the sounds of kids eating.

“You look tired, dearie,” Tina says from the stove where she’s making waffles, a small smile playing around her lips. “Another rough night?”

My eyes widen as she glances at Nox with a pointed stare.

“Don’t worry, Tina. I managed to tire her out and help her get to sleep,” Nox replies casually and I trip over my own feet as Tina gives a wicked, dirty laugh.

“Oh I bet you did, love.” She’s still chuckling as I regain my footing, wincing as pain in my pussy makes me limp a little.

“Why are you walking weird, Miss. Blossom?” Justin asks just as I find my seat and gingerly sit down.

Luckily I’m already sitting because honestly the world would do me a favour if it just swallowed me whole right now.

“Um—well—you see—the thing is—I—um—sprained my ankle—I think—a little,” I stammer out, and Justin shrugs, going back to his breakfast while my cheeks flame and I catch the knowing looks of first Steele and then Anatole. They each give me a smirk, and I hear a small chuckle come from beside me as Nox takes his seat.

“Sure, your ankle, Petal,” he teases in a low voice and my jaw clenches.

Bastards, the lot of them.

The rest of breakfast flies by until all the kids have eaten and are talking about what they want to do this morning.

“Ant and Steele are gonna look after you guys this morning. Maybe they’ll take you to the arcade if you ask nicely,” Nox states, and suddenly the room is filled with the pleas of children as Ant gives Nox a filthy look before sighing.

“Fine. Be ready to leave in ten,” he tells them, and the noise of chairs scraping across the tiles is almost deafening as they all leap up and rush out.

“You had her all of last night,” Steele grumbles, and I give him a smile. He’s cute when he’s jealous.

“I promised her a bath on account of ruining her pretty little cunt last night,” Nox tells him nonchalantly, folding his arms across his broad chest.

“Oh my god! Nox!” I hiss, my cheeks flaming as I glance around and just double check none of the children are around. Though I know he’d never say that so boldly if there had been.

“I love a man who knows how to care for his woman,” Tina coos, patting Nox on the top of his head as she passes him on her way out.

“I hate you all,” I moan, placing my head in my hands as my cheeks continue to burn hot enough to fry an egg on.

“Our turn next, Flower,” Steele rumbles, and my head lifts, just slightly, to glare at him. He laughs. Arsehole.

“Only if you're gentle. I already broke her,” Nox replies smugly, and I really want to punch him in his pretty face.

Anatole scoffs. “You mean my turn next. You’ve both had a night with her. So it’s my turn.”

“I am not a fucking dog toy!” I whisper yell, and they all chuckle like the unfairly gorgeous twats they are.

“Aww, don’t be like that, Petal,” Nox says from beside me. “We have something special planned just for you tonight.”

My ire lessens as I wonder what he’s talking about. “Like what?”

“It’s a surprise, Bloom,” Anatole says from across the table, and I turn my attention to him. “You trust us, baby?”

“Of course,” I reply with a sigh. It’s not fair that when they use pet names and endearments I turn to girl goo.

“Then be a good girl and wait and see. We’ll have your outfit ready later, and no questions.” His blue eyes bore into mine, firm and unyielding and I wonder what he will be like in bed. More primal like Steele? Or controlling and dominant like Nox? Or perhaps something different altogether.