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“I’m not sure,” I say honestly since I’ve never fallen in love. “But my dad and Savy fell hard and fast. It couldn’t have been more than a few months before he was asking her to move in.”
Hayden nods. “Do you think she’d mind if I slept on the other side of her? I don’t want to make her feel uncomfortable, but she’s right there, and I miss her.”
“I don’t see why not. It’s not like we’re going to touch her or anything. We’re just going to sleep.”
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
AUBREE
My internal alarm goes off every morning at four, whether I have to go in to work or not. I have to go in this morning since I chose to stay with Brody to have dinner and watch a movie instead of baking last night.
Wait a second. Brody…
My eyes pop open, remembering I never went home last night, and come face-to-face with a sleeping Brody. His face is calm, serene even. My thoughts go back to the last man I slept in bed with—Pete—expecting to feel some sort of guilt, but surprisingly, the only thing I feel is content and happy and, for the first time in a long time, carefree. Until I remember one minor detail: Hayden’s sleeping somewhere in this house, and he probably saw Brody and me asleep in here. My heart drops, guilt crushing my good mood. I’m not sure how I’m going to find a—
There’s a stirring behind me, and then fingers grip the curve of my hip, cutting off my thoughts. When I turn around, ready to scream, I find the man I was just thinking about. Hayden’s hair is messy, there’s a bit of stubble on his face, just as I like, and his features are etched in concern.
“Hey,” he rasps, his deep voice filled with sleepiness. “I was, uh… I was going to dip out before you woke up so you wouldn’t know I was here.” He cringes at his words. “It’s just, well, you looked so beautiful sleeping, and Brody didn’t think it would do any harm…” He sighs when I don’t say anything. “Did I fuck up?”
I love that he cares—that they both think about my feelings. I considered, for like a second, that this could all be a game, but once I thought about it, about their actions, I knew that was just my fear and insecurities talking because everything these two men have done these past few weeks has shown me that they genuinely care.
“No,” I tell him, moving toward him so we’re closer and don’t wake Brody up. “I was just feeling guilty for being in bed with Brody while you were sleeping somewhere else.” His hand glides down my side and around to the globe of my ass. “I like you both being in here. I don’t…” I swallow thickly. “I don’t like having to choose. I like you both.”
He leans in and gives me a soft kiss, which isn’t the norm for him. Sweet is usually Brody, while rough and passionate is all Hayden. “We don’t want you to choose. We want you to be with us both, and if that means the three of us share a room, we’re completely okay with that. You’re running the show. Whatever you want to happen will happen.”
“I like this,” I admit, glancing back at Brody, who’s still asleep. “Being here with both of you… I wish I didn’t have to get out of bed and get ready for work.” My hand comes up and slides under his shirt, stopping at each of the ridges of his hard abs.
“So quit your job and stay in this bed forever,” he jokes. “I can promise we’d make it worth it.”
“Fuck yeah, we would,” Brody says from behind me, making me jump slightly. Suddenly, the front of his body presses into the back of mine, but before I can say anything, Hayden’s mouth attacks mine in a punishing, passionate kiss. His fingers delve into the back of my hair, deepening the kiss, as Brody peppers soft kisses along my neck and exposed shoulder.
I groan into Hayden’s mouth, and he deepens the kiss, his tongue darting out and finding my own. Since his fingers are still threaded in my hair, I assume it’s Brody’s hand that slides down my thigh and calf. Instinctively, I lift my leg, hooking it over Hayden’s and giving him access to between my legs as we continue to kiss. I have no idea what I’m doing or where any of this is going. One minute, I was getting up for work, and the next, I’m sandwiched between two guys—no, not two guys—my guys. They’re mine. The thought sends a chill down my body, making me visibly shudder.
“You okay?” Hayden asks, pausing the kiss.
“Yes, I’m good,” I murmur against his lips. “Kiss me.”
