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Rubbing my eyes sleepily, I ask, “What time is it?”
Logan looks at his phone. “5 am.”
Ugh. Still too early. But I seriously doubt I’ll fall back to sleep. I crawl back into bed, and immediately Logan opens his arms up for me. After a few minutes, Lake returns, and I tap the bed. “Come back to bed with us, sweetheart. You still have some time before you have to leave, right?”
Lake nods, his expression serious. “Yes, but I doubt I’ll be able to go back to sleep. Usually once I’m up, I’m up.”
I can practically feel Logan’s smile from where he’s spooning me from behind. His lips brush against my bare shoulder as they move. “I can think of plenty of other things we can do in bed that’s not sleeping.”
The innuendo is clear enough that even Lake understands it. The tip of his tongue points out between his teeth, his golden-brown eyes wide as he watches us. Lake’s nervous and looks like he’s seconds away from bolting. I have this all-consuming fear that he’ll not only leave the room, but the apartment, and I can’t bear the thought. So I do something I’ve never done before and will probably never do again. I palm the back of Lake’s neck and kiss him. Without brushing my teeth.
And it’s not just a peck on the lips either. The way Lake opens up for me so sweetly makes me lose control. He clearly did brush his teeth and tastes like mint. I can’t get enough, and as Lake relaxes, I completely consume him.
From the corner of my eye, I see Logan shift and prop himself on his elbow. He doesn’t want to miss the show. Eventually, we both need air and I pull away, but only far enough so we can breathe. I rest my forehead against Lake’s, my hand still cupping his neck. We’re both out of breath and hard as hell now. Lake is staring into my eyes, the reluctance gone and completely replaced with lust and need.
“I-I don’t think I want to go back to sleep, even if I am able to.”
Logan adjusts himself as he waggles his eyebrows playfully at Lake. “Why not, Little Bird? You want more kisses?” Wide-eyed, Lake nods. It’s so fucking adorable. I know he’s a grown ass man and nearly thirty, but right now, he looks so young and innocent. Logan’s eyes darken as he continues, “How about more than kisses?”
A little bit of that apprehension returns, but I can tell he’s interested. Lake nods.
“Only if you want to, Lake,” I remind him. “There’s absolutely no pressure. We can just snuggle if you’d rather.”
He’s quiet for so long, I’m positive he’s going to back out. But instead, Lake surprises me and nods, his expression way too serious for someone who’s about to have sex. “No, I want to. Please.”
My eyes find Logan, and we’re both thinking the same thing. How the fuck are we supposed to say no to that?
TWENTY-ONE
LAKE
Iknow I can be pretty clueless when it comes to certain things, but even I realize that Logan and Evander are referring to sex. Normally, I’d reject the idea outright, but I find myself getting excited. Especially after that kiss. The idea of kissing never interested me before. It seemed kind of gross, honestly. But, I feel anything but gross when Evander or Logan’s lips are on mine. I know I don’t know the men very well in many ways, but in others it feels like I’ve known them my whole life. It feels right.
I expect Evander to immediately drag me back into bed, but instead, he excuses himself and hustles into the bathroom. I look back at the door, confused. “Where’s he going?”
Logan chuckles huskily, his voice still rough with sleep. “To brush his teeth. He hates morning breath.”
“Oh.” Yet, he just kissed me. I’m not really sure what to do with that information, so I just store it in the back of my mind for later. When Evander returns, he eyes Logan meaningfully and jerks his head toward the door. With a long-suffering sigh, Logan gets up to take care of his own hygiene.
It doesn’t take long for him to return, though, and launch himself on the bed like an offering, which is certainly fitting. Logan is big everywhere. His arms are practically the size of tree trunks. His chest is almost as large, and I find myself fascinated by his dark-blonde chest hair. I wonder if he’d let me run my fingers through it. Is that strange? Unlike Evander, Logan doesn’t have a six pack, but he has no real belly to speak of either. There’s more hair that leads down into his underwear. With the way he’s practically bulging out of his boxers, it appears that he’s as large there as he is everywhere else.
I accept Evander’s hand as he leads me back into the bed. I was too tired last night to appreciate him or Logan, but now I find myself mesmerized by their bodies and wanting to memorize every inch. Evander is both shorter and more narrow than Logan, but he still has a bulk to him that clearly comes from the gym. His well-defined arms are covered with sleeves of tattoos. In fact, the tattoos go from his neck and down both arms. It’s hard to make out individual drawings. They are so connected, it’s like one massive piece of art. The tattoos also cover his chest, which just has a very light smattering of body hair. Surprisingly, his well-defined abs and legs seem to be tattoo free. He’s still wearing his underwear, so I’m not sure if he has any that are currently hidden.
As he knee walks both of us so that I’m positioned in the center of the bed, I get a good look at the bars that go through both of his nipples. How many piercings does this man have? Once Evander has me where he wants me, which is in the middle of the bed with my one side right up against Logan, he leans down and kisses me.
“You taste so good,” he mutters into my mouth, and I get more of those butterflies.
“Thank you,” I reply. By the mild chuckle, I assume that’s the wrong response, but I know Evander isn’t making fun of me, so I let it go.
Logan’s fingers run through my hair. “I wanna taste every part of you,” he whispers into my ear, which makes me shudder.
“Can I take your shirt off, sweetheart?” Evander asks me as he kisses my jawline. I nod, unable to speak in complete sentences.
Evander slowly slides my shirt up my torso, and I lean up to help take it off all the way. I watch as Logan and Evander take a look at my body for the first time. I’m well aware of the face that I’m nowhere near as muscular as them, but by the heated gazes they are both giving me, it clearly doesn’t bother them.
“Oh our sweet little bird is not as clean cut as he seems,” Logan tells me as he nuzzles the tentacles on my kraken tattoo.
I snort and shift slightly so they can completely see my one and only tattoo. “I wouldn’t go that far. River and I decided to get them when we were twenty. His is on his thigh.”
