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“Broken,” she mumbled.
Tris brushed his mouth over her hair. “Bed for you.”
Somewhere down deep she wanted to toss back a sarcastic remark. What, now I’ve earned my keep? Now I get to stay?
But she didn’t, because she didn’t have the energy to be petty.
She wasn’t surprised to feel herself being lifted, by Sparks this time. She turned her face into that wonderful crook between his neck and shoulder and murmured her thanks.
For carrying her. For the orgasms. For somehow being exactly who she wanted at exactly the right time.
She fumbled a hand out, needing Tris too. Feeling his fingers twine around hers settled her heart in a way that didn’t make sense. He was exactly what she’d craved too, though she’d never realized what she lacked.
These two men were everything she’d never thought she needed.
More. So much more.
Tris curled against her back and stroked her hair. “Sleep, babe.”
“Mmm.” She burrowed against Sparks’s chest, sighing as he tucked her head under his chin.
Surrounded. She was caged in by their hard, hot bodies, but somehow she wasn’t trapped.
For the first time ever, she truly felt free.
Chapter Fourteen
Tristan woke to a female ass tucked into the curve of his body. It had been a helluva long time since he’d spooned with anyone. Even longer since his arms were curled around a woman during the morning after period. Add in the dude sprawled under Jules and this morning after was fucking weird.
Didn’t stop him from being as hard as a mallet.
He groaned when Juliet shifted against him. His cock swelled tighter against her naked skin. All he had to do was swipe his aching head along her slit. She’d be soft and warm.
It wasn’t like he hadn’t had overnight guests in his life, but he could count on one hand how many women he’d actually had a relationship with. Especially ones that included sleepovers.
This was not a relationship.
Before he could think too closely about that, she moved again. He hissed out a slow breath as she rolled her hips against him. Was she awake? Christ, he hoped she was.
He lowered his mouth to her shoulder. The first hit of her smooth skin ramped up his need for her. Spicy plum with a hint of…him. Why was that even more alluring?
He’d marked her in every damn way last night. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d wanted to literally paint a woman with his sweat and cum. He loved fucking. The stress relief was usually all he was looking for.
And he’d thought this would be the same.
Now, as he sunk his teeth into her neck, he really wasn’t sure.
She stirred under his touch. Her head turned toward him, sleepy brown eyes under heavy lashes already heating for him. Not a lick of makeup left on her face, and so fucking beautiful it made his chest tight. She danced her fingers down his cheek in that effortlessly curious way she had. As if she needed to feel and experience everything.
And she had.
He’d partied with a couple before. In fact, he preferred an established couple. No strings, just pleasure. It was easier when no one counted on him. This was dangerous territory. Friendship and fucking wrapped up in orgasms could go very wrong.
He’d figured that the entire situation would be out of his system now.
Instead of being over it, he craved more of her. As if her scent and taste was the finest melted dark chocolate, and he wanted to fucking bathe in it.
He pushed her thick tumble of hair out of the way. The silk slid down his chest and belly to tease his already screaming cock. The tip of her tongue swiped over her lips as a soft moan slipped out.
