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Caelan takes his turn to kiss me too. Then, with a wicked grin, he leans over me to drag Elias up by the collar of his pajama shirt and thoroughly smooch him as well.
There’s a momentary scuffle as Elias, unwilling to take Caelan’s attempts at claiming control, shoves Caelan back down onto the bed, trapping me beneath him in the process and making me yelp and laugh.
We eventually settle back into our places, more flustered than before but beaming.God. Being with them is just… so much fun.
I love them. And tomorrow we get to spend the whole day together, in this house of theirs that they apparently now own, then go out to celebrate my six-month anniversary with them.
I don’t think there’s anything that could ruin this for me.
ChapterTwenty-One
The morning so far has been another slow, sleepy one. I was the last to wake. Elias and Caelan were already up, quietly wrapped up in each other. Caelan, with his arms folded and head resting on Elias’ chest, smirks while he teases Elias, and Elias has one hand tangled into Caelan’s hair. The other hand was somewhere out of sight. From the general outline beneath the sheets and by the way Caelan was grinning, I would have placed good money on Elias’ other hand being firmly on Caelan’s ass.
So that was a pleasant sight to wake up to.
They had both kissed me good morning, and I was content to simply lay there with them for a while. I would have stayed in bed all day if I could, but I also couldn’t deny that the lack of a shower last night had left me feeling gross.
Reluctantly, I inform them of my plan to go and wash, then slide out of bed before I change my mind.
The spray of the hot water helped me feel more awake and relax the muscles I hadn’t even realized were still sore and achy from last night. And, of course, I’d had time to take stock of all the new markings they’d left on me.
I’m covered in hickeys and bitemarks and bruises again.
Grinning to myself, I glance at the mirror to admire the markings while I towel myself dry after a much-needed morning shower. It seems that every time I end up sleeping with Elias and Caelan, I come away absolutely covered in the marks of their claim on me.
And I love that.
There is some faint bruising around my throat, and pale pink scratches left by Caelan’s knife. My inner thighs are the worst off—there’s a mess of purpling welts from the riding crop mixed with the hickeys and bites. There’s a tiny amount of bruising and chafing in some places where the ropes were, where I struggled most, mainly around my wrists, shoulders, and hips, but that’s barely noticeable.
Wrapping myself in a towel, I return to the bedroom.
In my absence, Elias has gotten out of bed, too, and he’s dressed in trousers and an ever so slightly more casual dress shirt. Caelan is still sprawled out lazily on the bed in his sleep pants.
He grins as he sees me and sits up, grabbing my hips as soon as I’m close enough and pulling me onto the bed with him.
“Caelan!” I protest, with a noise that’s half-yelp and half-laugh. I try to clutch the towel as I topple over, ending up lying on my back beside Caelan.
“What’s the hurry to get up?” he drawls. “We don’t gotta go anywhere.”
“We don’thaveto go anywhere,” Elias agrees, amused. “But do you really want to stay in bed all day?”
“Uh. Yeah?”
The way Caelan says it as if that’s the most obvious thing in the world and Elias is an idiot for not already knowing that,of course,that would be Caelan’s answer, makes me laugh.
“I know there’s nothing planned, but… is there anything you’d like to do?” I ask Elias.
“Not particularly. Until it is time to leave for the restaurant, you’re welcome to do as you please and explore the house at your leisure.”
Caelan props himself up on his elbow. “You know, a house ain’t really a home until it’s been fucked in,” he says, his grin a mile wide as he leers down at me.
“We already—”
“We christened the basement, sure. There’s still a whole lotta other rooms, though.”
“Oh my God, Caelan,” I say between giggles.
“Do you ever think with anything other than your dick?” Elias comments wryly.
