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“It’s okay,” Prescott whispered as he and Cole both moved to wrap their arms around me. “We’re okay. You’re okay. We’re going to make sure it stays that way. I promise.”
I nodded, because I really did want to believe them. I knew for sure they’d do everything they could to keep me safe. I didn’t doubt that for a single second. And I trusted them completely. I trusted them with my life.
But I wasn’t naive. I knew they couldn’t be here watching over me every minute of every day.
And that’s why I knew Prescott’s promise was impossible to keep. I just hoped we never had to put it to the test.
* * *
I wasn’t sure what time it was when I woke up. I tried to raise my head to see the clock on the bedside table, but Prescott’s muscular shoulder was completely blocking my view.
Which was perfectly fine with me. I’d take waking up like this—lying in bed with my guys on either side of me, our arms and legs entwined—than to an alarm clock any day of the week.
I could tell that it was morning, at least. Super early, judging by the faint gray light that filtered in through the curtains. Too early to be awake, for sure.
I tried to get some more sleep, especially since I didn’t want to wake my guys up. We’d all had a rough day, but theirs had been especially tough—first dealing with Nora, then that wreck, then the vandalism out at Derek Winslow’s ranch. If I hadn’t been so thoroughly wedged between them, I would’ve happily crawled out of bed and started making breakfast.
That would’ve been a nice way for them to wake up.
Except… that wasn’t what happened.
What actually happened was that I’d tried to move just a little, just to test how tangled our arms and legs really were so I could see if making breakfast really was a possibility. And maybe it was their super sharp cop senses, or maybe they were just boththatin tune with everything I did and every move I made, but my slight shift triggered some kind of protective response in them that made them squeeze me tighter and start pulling me in opposite directions.
It would have been super adorable if it hadn’t made me feel like one of those wishbones you pull out of a turkey. It all happened so fast that it startled a half-gasp, half-squawk from the back of my throat.
And then I was staring directly into Prescott’s deep brown eyes.
Sexy eyes.
Alert eyes.
Concerned eyes.
“What happened, baby?” he asked, thankfully loosening his grip on my arm and relaxing those leg muscles that had my thigh trapped between them.
“Everything okay?” Cole asked from behind me as he also slowly untangled himself. “What time is it?”
“Too early,” I said, giving him a sleepy smile. “I was going to make breakfast for you guys before you woke up, but…” I nibbled at my lip. “I, um… got stuck.”
“You’re adorable when you’re stuck,” Prescott said, giving me a sweet kiss. “And I appreciate the thought, but you don’t have to get up early to do that. Sleep a little more if you want, hon. We can all make breakfast together later.”
“Yeah,” Cole added, his hand skimming up from my hip to my side in a way that tickled and felt really good at the same time. “What’s the rush to get out of bed? We could sleep or… do other things.”
“I vote for other things,” Prescott said, planting a trail of kisses from my lips down to my neck as he slowly moved his hand up my thigh. “And I can think ofsomany things.”
For several long seconds, I didn’t say anything. I even started to lose track of time as I closed my eyes and enjoyed the feeling of their hands and mouths on my body.
“Seems like…” I sucked in a sharp breath as someone’s fingers reached the top of my thigh and then teased around the folds of my pussy. I was already flooded with a wet heat, so ready and eager for everything they were doing. “Seems like we have a—ah—unanimous… vote.”
I opened my eyes just as Prescott slipped a finger inside me, making me moan and arch my back. Cole didn’t skip a beat, lowering his head and letting his teeth graze the pebbled bud of my nipple to pull one more moan from my throat.
God, it felt so,sogood.
It was only after my hips thrust up of their own free will that I realized I was being selfish. My guys’ hard cocks were pressed against me on both sides, and I wasn’t about to let an opportunity like that pass me by.
I reached down, grabbing one with each hand, slowly caressing them as they kept their attentions focused on me. I gradually fisted them faster, harder, each stroke in time with Prescott’s finger sliding in and out of my tight entrance. He added a second finger just as Cole moved to my other breast, taking my nipple between his finger and thumb and gently squeezing and rolling it until I was panting for more.
“Oh, God… oh,God…” My hips bucked against Prescott’s hand and I gripped both cocks harder. My guys rewarded me with deep, gravelly moans that only made me want more.
