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“I’m going for a nap,want to join me?” I ask the room in general.
“A nap?” Garrett snorts. “What am I, eighty? Don’t think I don’t know Ryder is making you look after us.”
Propping my hands on my hips, I glare at them both. “Fine, then let’s cut the shit. Get your fine asses upstairs and rest. You need to heal, and the longer it takes, the longer you will have to sit around acting like fucking weak bitches.”
His mouth drops open, and I grin sweetly.
“And the longer you’ll have to go without sex.”
That gets them moving. Kenzo scoops me up into his arms, and they take the steps two at a time, heading to his room. He throws me onto the bed where I bounce as they quickly strip. My mouth drops open at all the skin and muscles, but they don’t give me time to drool as they climb into bed, Kenzo on one side and Garrett on the other. They both try to pull me into their arms, and it starts a tug-of-war with me in the middle.
“I’m not a fucking toy, stop tugging at me like you do your cock,” I snarl, as I slip under the quilt and press my front to Garrett’s chest. I feel Kenzo press against my back, their legs and arms wrapping around me.
“If your cock so much as touches me, I’m out,” Garrett growls.
“Got it, no crossing swords,” Kenzo teases, making me giggle as I close my eyes.
“Sleep, now,” I demand.
“So fucking bossy, darling. All you need is the suit, and then you’re Ryder.”
I snort at that. “Nah, I’m smarter than him…don’t tell him that though, he’ll cane my ass.”
Garrett grins and snuggles closer. “And you would love it, baby.”
“Too fucking right, now sleep so I can have wet dreams about canes and cock.”
They both groan but quiet down, even as I feel Kenzo’s hard cock pressing against my ass. I wiggle back and push into it. He groans and nips my shoulder. “Behave.”
I huff. “I am, that was a mistake.”
“Uh-huh, you big tease.”
I mumble something about them both being wankstains, but I do eventually manage to sleep. When I wake up, I’m hot and bothered with two very hard cocks pressed against me and wandering hands gripping my legs and sliding back and forth.
“You’re cheating,” I mutter sleepily.
“The nap worked, I’m healed,” Garrett declares, stroking higher and pushing up the shirt I’m wearing.
“Me too, all healed,” Kenzo agrees, kissing across my shoulder. “So fucking healed.”
“Uh-uh, we could tear your stitches,” I protest, but not too strongly because, shit, I’m wet as hell and already aching for them. Their harsh hands and teasing lips are getting me all wound up. I almost lost them both, and since then, we haven’t been together. I’m craving their bodies as reassurance that they are really here, really alive, and don’t plan on dying on me.
“Nurse, I require you to heal me.” Kenzo grins against my skin as Garrett caresses over my knickers.
Shit.
“Me too,” Garrett murmurs. “I’ve heard the best form of treatment is with orgasms.”
I huff and try to wiggle free, but they clamp their legs around me to stop me from moving away. My hussy vagina is on team sex too, basically holding up a sign saying ‘screw me.’
“Healing,” I blurt. “Rest.”
But they ignore me, the stupid wankstains and their stupid, seductive penises. Peni? What’s the plural of penis? Oh, who the fuck cares.
“Fuck it,” I mutter, and Kenzo breathes out a laugh.
“Thank fuck.” He flips me and grabs my head, yanking my lips to his as Garrett kisses down my shoulder and slips down my thighs to part them before throwing one over Kenzo’s leg.
