Page 27 of Wanting Alex


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Another door opened and closed. This one sounded like it was the front door this time. The sound of a moan coming from behind me indicated Thomas had returned.

Declan let me twist in his lap and face Thomas. In two strides, he was standing beside the chair, bending down to claim my lips.

I hummed and reached up to cup his cheeks. They were cold and wet from outside.

“Good morning, sweetness. Did you sleep well?”

“I did, thank you. But I missed you when I woke up.” I gave him a playful pout.

“We wanted you to sleep in. The snow stopped, so we wanted to check the damage before you woke up.”

“How is it?” I arched an eyebrow.

“About a foot of snow fell. We’re going to shovel after breakfast. We need to clear some paths, so it’s easier to get around. There are—” Thomas cut off when my stomach announced itself. He smiled warmly. “Let’s make you some breakfast.”

“Okay.” I shifted to get up, but Declan held me firmly in place. “What?”

“I’m going to give you back your shirt, but you have to lose the pants.” He cocked his eyebrow, almost expecting me to challenge him.

“Deal. But don’t you meanyourshirt?” I teased.

“Oh, babydoll. That shirt belongs on you. It is so fucking sexy seeing you wearing my clothes.” Declan nipped the crook of my neck.

I stood and shifted so I was in full view of them both. Reaching for the waistband, I shimmied the leggings down and kicked them under the table. Thomas and Declan both groaned at the sight of me standing completely naked for them.

Thomas crossed the room to stand in front of me. “You weren’t wearing any panties, sweetness?”

“Someone ruined mine last night.” I tried to give them an innocent look. Then I slowly bent to retrieve the discarded flannel.

Thomas, only a few feet away now, adjusted himself, unable to hide his arousal. He shook his head and then approached me. With each step he took, I stepped back until I backed into the table. His hands went to my waist, and he lifted me up, placing me on the solid wood. Reaching around, he helped me pull the shirt on and then snapped each button closed, making sure to graze my skin with his fingers as he did. When he was finished, his hands went to my knees and inched their way up my thighs.

Desire flooded my core. My heart pounded at the thought of Thomas taking me right here on the table.

His eyes held me in place as his fingers brushed over my clit.

My hips bucked forward at the contact. I wanted more. I wanted him. I reached for Thomas, but Declan made a noise behind him.

“We take care of our woman’s needs first,” Declan said, looking over his shoulder as he walked away and winked. “She needs food, so she has energy for when we take care of herotherneeds.”

I pouted. If I had a say, I would skip breakfast and go straight back to bed with them.

They disappeared into the kitchen, and my brain fog cleared a little.

Our woman?

Did I hear Declan correctly? I did. I know I did. Was it just a figure of speech where they came from, or did it mean something? Either way, I wasn’t asking. If it had no meaning, I didn’t want to know just yet.

Jumping from the table, I followed them into the kitchen. Declan already had pans heating on the stove, and Thomas was chopping vegetables.

“Do you like omelets?” Declan asked as I leaned on the breakfast bar.

“I love omelets. Is there anything I can do to help?”

“You just sit right there and let us show you our culinary expertise.” Declan flourished his whisk before diving into the bowl of eggs.

I laughed and watched them each take on their tasks.“When did you learn to cook?”

Thomas looked up from his chopping. “In Cosland it’s customary for the men to learn to cook. We learn different skills to better take care of our women.”

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