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Dammit. Watching what he did is enough to get me flustered. My brain is still too overheated from being fucked and from seeing Elias suck Caelan off, I can’t focus on the question.
I hum something vague and non-committal. Honestly, I hadn’t thought far ahead enough to consider what we would do today.
“We could stay like this,” Caelan suggests. “In bed. Having some fun.” He grins suggestively, and I can’t help but snicker.
We could. That’s an option. And a very appealing one. Yet, at the same time, I don’t want them just for sex. We only have a limited amount of time together, and while wecouldcertainly spend it fucking, I also want to spend time with them. Like the dates, the dancing, hanging out, teasing each other. Getting to know them as much as they’ll let me.
“Mmm… later, for sure. But… maybe we could go out somewhere first?”
“Anywhere you like,” Elias offers.
I wasn’t expecting it to be my choice. So far, Elias has always been the one calling the shots, and it leaves me floundering, trying to think of something to do. Honestly, what we do doesn’t matter. I only want to be with them.
I don’t know LA well, and I’ve never been a fan of the city itself. I’d rather go somewhere nicer, somewhere chill. “I don’t mind that much. Maybe just… the beach or something, Santa Monica pier?” It’s a cliché sort of date idea, but I can’t think of anything better on such short notice. “Only as long as you really have nothing better to do, though.”
“Mmm… beach,” Caelan says. Just from the tone of his voice, I can tell he’s going to get up to mischief.
“That sounds pleasant enough,” Elias agrees.
“Later, though,” I murmur, yawning. I’m entirely content staying in bed and dozing some more, tangled together with them beneath the covers. And I really need another shower before going anywhere, plus getting dressed. That all still sounds like far too much effort.
Caelan’s fingers lightly massage against my scalp, my head resting against his shoulder. And Elias presses against me from behind, his arm draping over me with his hand covering mine. Yeah, I’m good staying like this for a while longer.
We’ve still got the whole day ahead of us. I can spare the time for simple affection.
Although perhaps I end up staying in bed alittlelonger than I meant to. It’s so hard to get up when I’m the warmest, most satisfied, and most comfortable I’ve ever been.
When I stir again, I’m still lying beside Caelan, our legs tangled together and my head resting against his shoulder. I’m drifting in and out of sleep. His fingers graze over me, mainly my thighs and sides, where all his cuts are littered. There’s a smug amusement as his nails catch against them, and I mutter something annoyed in my half-awake daze.
He’s so damn pleased with having marked me up, and honestly? I love it too.
His.
Theirs.
Elias isn’t one for wasting so much time doing nothing. He moved while I was dozing, only to bring his paperwork and laptop back to the bed. His comforting presence is still on my other side, sitting upright against the pillows while he works.
I stretch out and roll over, nuzzling my head against his hip. “Morning, Elias.”
“Good morning. For the second time.”
“Hush. I need sleep time to recover after getting fucked by both of you.”
“Oh, you loved it,” Caelan claims, and I grin. He’s not wrong.
Elias doesn’t try overly hard to keep a straight face, allowing his amusement to show in the slight raise of his eyebrow.
“What are you working on?” I ask him, tilting my head toward the laptop screen. Just gently, not really expecting an answer. They’re not overly forthcoming about what they do outside of the standard band work that any fan has access to.
I’m curious if there’s anything else to it. Do they still do demon things? They said they were trapped here, isolated. They haven’t given any indication they’re still in contact with any other demons. Maybe Goëtica really is all they have now. Or maybe they have other, more unsavory dealings. I wouldn’t know.
I get it. I understand why they wouldn’t go too much into unpleasantries. But at the same time, I wish they would open up more.
Whatever Elias is doing here and now, with paperwork full of numbers and accounts and a lot of sending emails, doesn’t seem like it could be too terrible.
“Tour management, venue bookings, discussing revenue. Nothing exciting, I can assure you.”
I raise my head higher, resting it on Elias’ lap so I can see the screen. “You don’t have a company that does all of that for you?”
