AllFreeNovel
Share Us
I’m honestly not sure what to expect, but being led upstairs to the very top floor of the house is not it.
“We thought it was time to share this with you,” Rebel says when we reach the locked door. A small silver key is sitting in the lock.
“I forgot all about this room,” I admit. “Because I never have to come up here.”
“We know,” Ace laughs.
“It’s hard enough to get you up to our floor, let alone one more.”
“Hey, I miss my ground floor flat!” I joke. I definitely, definitely don’t. I just don’t feel the need to run up and down a million flights of stairs every day. One will do. I’m glad Nix and I have the first floor.
“Do we need to wait for the others?” I ask as Rebel reaches forward for the handle.
“Nope.”
“Oh. Okay.” I feel a little stab of disappointment that whatever’s going on, Baxter and Jax won’t be joining us, but I refuse to let it spoil whatever the others have planned.
Rebel flings the door open with a flourish and I step into the room. My jaw drops as I take in...everything. I don’t know where to look first. The room takes up almost the entire blueprint of the house, and is covered in gorgeous, varnished floorboards with soft looking rugs scattered all about the place. At the edges of the room there are chairs and sofas, lamps, and a sideboard or two. There’s a closed door at one end of the room, and another at the opposite which is slightly ajar, looking like it leads to some sort of closet.
Half of the sloped ceiling is made of glass, the low lighting in the room allowing the night sky to shine through so brightly, it almost seems like I can reach out and touch the stars.
And the most ginormous bed I’ve ever seen completely dominates the space. That bed is easily big enough for...oh...all of us.
With huge, astonished eyes I turn to Rebel.
“What is this?” I whisper.
“This is our space. Where we can be together. Any time you want, but we thought you might like to use it when Nix is away. This is a space for us adults,” he explains. “And Thorn.”
“Hey!” Thorn punches Rebel in the side and I laugh.
“Do you like it?” he asks. I can’t tear my eyes away from the bed. It’s obscene how huge it is, covered in the softest looking grey comforter and what has to be two dozen cushions.
“It’s amazing.” There’s a lovely peaceful vibe to the room, but I can’t help but think that the size of the bed alone means this room was built for fun and sin.
“Want to test it out?” Thorn nods at the bed.
I cross the floor and skim my hand along the bedding. It’s so soft. The mattress feels just right beneath my hand too. Not too squidgy but still comfortable and inviting.
“What’s in there?” I ask nodding to the closed door which is now on my right.
“Bathroom.”
Oh I didn’t think of that. It’s definitely a good idea to have one up here. I can’t imagine sleeping here and having to creep down two flights of stairs to get the main bathroom in the middle of the night.
I’m distracted by Thorn removing his shirt. He’s super tanned from the holiday – I mean, we all have a nice colour apart from Baxter – but he looks like a golden god in comparison. Probably from the amount of time he spent surfing. He must miss the ocean so much being stuck in Scotland. He’s lean, but toned, with an impressive surfer’s six pack that I always want to lick.
Rebel copies Thorn and suddenly my drool is the filling in their perfect man-chest sandwich. Holy crap. They’re so different but equally enticing. Rebel’s build is so over-the-top, like everything about him. I can’t help but be glad that he has a softness to him, if he had a personality like Baxter’s to go with that body he’d truly be terrifying. I greedily drink in Rebel’s ink, constantly looking for new pieces or little additions that he likes to get done. He never tells me and it’s become something of a game to try to spot them.
“See something you like, little bird?” he teases in his low gravelly tone that makes me clench and shiver.
Ace unzips his favourite red hoodie to reveal his bare chest underneath. His skin is almost as golden as the others and his hair has gotten much lighter in the sun. It really makes his eyes pop. There’s no denying the power in Ace’s body, even though he’s not stacked like Rebel. I know from experience that his body veils his power well.
“Several somethings,” I say, swallowing and fanning myself as the heat in the room – real or imagined? – skyrockets. I need to claim back a little power. I lean back a little on the mattress, which is insanely comfortable, and raise a brow at them.
“Well, this is a nice set up and the view is mighty fine in all directions, but are we supposed to just look at it? It’s super comfortable so you’re missing out. I say we test it out and see if it will actually hold all four of us.”
“Five,” Jax says, stepping out of the closet, topless, with a long length of rope in his hand.
