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“Oh God.” I drop my head into the crook of his neck and shoulder.
“He probably heard you calling his name too.”
I make a strangled noise at that statement. “I’m so embarrassed right now.”
“Sit up and look at me.” He squeezes my hips and nudges me up with his shoulder. “There’s no reason to be embarrassed. First of all, none of us resent you being with any of us. If anything, it was really hot to listen to you guys, it affected both Grant and me. Secondly, just because one of us shares a bed with you, it doesn’t mean we think we’re entitled to you sharing your body with us. You decide when you are with someone and how it happens. If you want me to sleep beside you tonight, that’s what we’ll do. No expectations beyond holding each other.”
I reach down and cup his cheek, loving the rough stubble on his jaw. “Nolan said earlier tonight that you guys didn’t deserve me, but in moments like this, I think it’s the other way around. I don’t know what I did to end up with you four, but I wouldn’t trade it for the world.”
He turns his head and kisses my palm. “Lay down and let me hold you.”
I slide off him and into the center of the bed. He flips the lamp off and molds himself against my back. One of his arms snakes under my pillow to grab the hand resting there while his other hand settles over my belly. The curtains blow gently from the open door in the coastal breeze. He falls asleep first, but I follow quickly into a calm, deep sleep.
* * *
I wake up snuggled with Sawyer. His warm breath fanning over my forehead every few seconds. I give myself a moment to soak in his warmth and breathe in the spicy scent of his aftershave that always clings to his neck. Part of me is tempted to run my hand down those chiseled abs of his and take his cock in my hand, but I want to get downstairs for coffee with Maria.
I grab a pair of shorts and tie a quick knot in the bottom of my shirt. I brush my teeth as quietly as I can; it’s rare for Sawyer to sleep in, and I don’t want to risk waking him by making noise. Maybe he’ll relax a bit more while we're here. After tossing my hair up in a messy bun, I pad down the stairs and back toward the kitchen. The house is quiet; everyone must still be asleep.
“Buenos dias, señorita,”Maria says as I come around the corner. She’s dressed in a pair of linen pants and a basic black tank top. Her face radiates warmth as she fixes two cups of coffee and sets the machine to make more. “Let’s sit on the patio, yes?”
She carries a tray with our coffee and two pastries on it. There’s also a small container of sugar and cream. We sit down, and she fixes her coffee to her liking, while I do the same to mine. I take a sip looking out into the dense foliage around the property. There are blooms in all colors everywhere I look, but the verdant greens stand out the most, so gorgeous in the early morning light.
“How did you sleep?” she asks after taking a sip of her tea.
“Very well, thank you.”
“Bien.How do you know the boys?” She asks switching fluidly back and forth between English and Spanish.
“I went to high school with them. We were close all through college.”
“And then?” Her eyes only show curiosity, no judgement or malice, but she’s definitely probing. I have a feeling I’m going to have to pony up some real talk with Lake’s aunt.
“Then I married the wrong man and lost touch with them. It’s one of the reasons I came back, my ex kind of isolated me from them. From everyone.”
“So they’re just helping you, yes?”
“That’s why I sought them out originally.” Every time I think about how I came back to them I feel the shadows of my past slinking in. The tendrils of fear that follow in wake of thoughts of Tripp. The overwhelming feeling of being trapped.
“Te ves embrujada, chica.”You look haunted, girl, she says.
“Si, implecablemente.”My whispered agreement hangs in the air between us.
“La estamos ayudando, protegiéndola. No volverá a tocarla jamás.” Lake joins us, telling his aunt that they are helping me, protecting me. That no one is going to touch me. “Why are you interrogating, Liv?”
“Just getting to know her. You’ve never brought a woman down here before.”
My brows raise at that. “Really?”
“Really.” She latches onto my interest. “For the longest time we thought maybe the boys were gay because they were always together, alone. No women, so maybe they like the penis.”
I choke on the coffee I just took a sip of. The laughter bubbling up in my chest can’t be contained as I dab at my face. When I look up at Lake, he’s looking at his aunt with bemusement.
“We’re not gay,” he says.
“Who are you here with?” Maria asks me.
“She’s with all of us,” Lake answers with an emphasis on all.
