AllFreeNovel
Share Us
Squeezing my thighs together for a completely different reason this morning, I try to recite the alphabet backwards in my head in hopes of distracting myself from the urgency of my bladder. It’s not fucking working, but I’m trying it anyways. It’s not like I can wiggle out of the vice grip these two have on me because I tried that for the first ten minutes of this torture.
The door to the bedroom flies open when I get to the letter n, a very terrified and angry looking Riggs barging in. The sound of the door opening has both Rhys and Adam waking up, the two of them sitting up, looking ready to fight the intruder. When they see it’s Riggs, looking relieved and confused, they both lay back down, trying to cuddle back in.
“Nope,” I say, pushing them both away from me. “If you don’t let me get out of this bed to use the bathroom, I will find a way to fucking cut you both.”
“Oops,” Rhys mumbles, his messy hair and wide, sad eyes taking away a bit of my anger. “Sorry, Lay.”
“What the fuck is this?” Riggs asks, rubbing my shoulder as I run past him towards the bathroom.
The moment I get into the bathroom, I drop my ass on the toilet, letting go of the intense kegel exercise I was using to keep my urine from marking the guys. Thank fucking god I wasn’t wearing any bottoms when I fell asleep last night. Small blessings, I guess. The rush of endorphins I feel from finally peeing is almost unmatched by anything in my life. My whole body deflates, each muscle relaxing now that we aren’t holding on for dear life.
After finishing up, I walk back to Rhys’ bedroom and stand in the doorway, watching the three guys argue like brothers. The smile that spreads across my face at the sight of them together acting like a family is enough to make my cheeks instantly hurt.
“Next time send me a damn message or something! I thought Lay was gone,” Riggs scolds the two sleepyheads still in bed, his huge arms crossed over his chest.
“Lay!” Adam calls out, pulling his face out of the pillow he just had it buried in.
“Yes, Adam?” I respond, walking into the room now that I’ve been noticed.
“Riggs was trying to creep on you,” he calls out, a smirk on his face. The tone of his voice reminds me of a kid trying to tattle on each other.
“That’s not what I was doing!” Riggs throws his arms in the air, frustration riding every word. “I was checking to make sure she didn’t need anything when I got home this morning. Stop twisting my actions around.”
“You were worried about me?” I murmur, approaching him and placing a hand on his chest.
“Of course I was,” he grumbles back, pushing my dark hair behind my ear. “I always worry about you. Plus, I wanted to see your face. I missed you while I was gone.”
“Creeper!” Adam yells out, trying his damnedest to rile Riggs up this morning.
“Shut up, Adam!” Riggs and I yell back at the same time. We exchange smiles, Riggs looking happy as hell that I scolded Adam with him. Rhys laughs from the doorway of the room, making us turn to look back. Adam is pouting on the bed, glaring at Riggs and I while Rhys just shakes his head at him, laughing over how ridiculous he looks.
“I’m going to go start breakfast,” Rhys says, coming up to kiss me softly on the lips before leaving the room. “Get your asses in the kitchen in ten minutes!”
“Yes, sir!” I call out to him in the hallway, leaning back against Riggs as I watch Adam finally pull himself out of bed.
Adam kisses my forehead then ducks quickly, narrowly missing Riggs’ hand that was coming for his head. He grins arrogantly at Riggs, throwing up his middle fingers as he makes the most dramatic exit known to man. Rolling my eyes, I turn back around, looking up into Riggs’ bright blue eyes.
“Hey, Big Guy,” I whisper sweetly, walking my fingers up his chest. “How was your night?”
“It was okay,” he answers, sliding his arms down to pick me up under my thighs. “Hailey ended up needing to be driven to her ex-boyfriend’s house to grab some shit he was threatening to throw out on her. It helped having me back her up, the dude is a real piece of work. I really wished I was here, though.”
“I wish you were, too. I missed you,” I confess, averting my gaze from his eyes. “It wasn’t the same without you.”
Resting my head against his, I breathe in the scent of him, relaxing completely in his arms. Riggs slips one arm under me farther to support me and rubs his other hand up my back lovingly. We stay like that for a while, just being in the moment together. Everything is so simple with them, the normal fear I carry around with me is gone, almost like it doesn’t exist at all. I don’t understand why that is, and a part of me wonders when the other shoe will drop. This bubble of happiness and love can’t last forever. Can it?
“Based on the fact that you are completely bare beneath this shirt, I’m guessing you guys still had a good night?” Riggs asks, a smoldering heat darkening his eyes.
“Maybe,” I tease, enjoying the way his body is reacting to the subject. The raspy, breathlessness of my voice gives away just how hot and bothered his reaction is making me.
“Fucking lucky.” Riggs leans forward, kissing me with passion and showing me just how much he wishes it was him last night. Pulling back, he groans and places my feet back on the ground. “Fuck, Lay. Let’s get to the kitchen before I eat something else for breakfast.”
Yes, I would like that very much. The needy voice in my head chimes in, very much wanting to be the meal for Riggs. “I’ll meet you there,” I say instead, needing a minute to myself. “I want to go get cleaned up in my room first.”
“Sounds good.” Riggs kisses me on the cheek, walking out to give me the time I requested.
Walking quickly to my room before I run into anyone else, I close the door behind me, leaning against it with a deep sigh. There’s a panicky feeling in my chest all of a sudden, making me want to cry and curl into a ball on the floor. These guys are so good to me, each of them drawing me in and making me forget about every shitty person that came before them. They make me feel wanted and loved, more than I ever remember feeling in my twenty-eight years of life. Declan and my parents being the only exceptions to that rule.
If they make me feel amazing, why do I also feel so fucking anxious? Maybe this is all moving too fast for me. Falling in love, finding who I am past the mask I’ve always worn, it’s a lot to deal with on top of someone literally wanting to torture me and fuck my dead body. My mind is spinning with so many thoughts, flying around and around in my head.
