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Sunlight pouringthrough the window from the blinds we never closed last night wakes me up the next morning, and it’s not just the sun that’s light. I feel amazing. Sore, but amazing. My entire spirit is light, and it doesn’t hurt at all that I’m surrounded by hot, male bodies.
Sleeping male bodies. One of which is still healing from a beating.
My eyes pop open, a frisson of concern that I might have hurt Dante bringing me all the way awake. But to my surprise, it’s not him who has me sandwiched against Maddoc’s side.
It’s Logan.
A warm contentment steals over my heart when I see him next to me. I know how much he needs order and routine and the ability to retreat to the cool isolation of his own personal space. He didn’t go back to that last night, though. True, I can see that he took some time to align all the things on the nightstand next to him in neat, orderly lines, but he stayed here in the colorful, chaotic explosion of Dante’s room last night.
For me.
For us.
I’m facing him, and he has one arm around me in a firm, possessive hold and the other tucked under his pillow. His gorgeous face, usually kept so deliberately emotionless during the day, looks… not soft while he sleeps. But gentler. Calmer. I’m sure he’ll always have some of those old tendencies and a strict need for order and control in his life. That’s who he is, and I wouldn’t want him to change. But it means everything to know that he’s become comfortable adjusting his routines enough to include me, and what we all have together.
A gentle puff of breath on the back of my neck makes me shiver, and I nestle back, my ass firmly tucked against Maddoc’s groin. The feel of his thick morning wood, hard and insistent as it presses against me, almost makes me wish I could take him again.
My pussy aches with a deep memory of how thoroughly he and Logan fucked me last night, though, and as much as I crave them, I might need a minute before we go again.
I roll over to face him instead, his face softened a little by sleep too, but still so full of purpose.
I lean in, pressing the whisper of a kiss to his parted lips, then ease myself up, trying not to wake either of them.
Dante is asleep behind him, breathing evenly. A fierce surge of satisfaction hits me with the knowledge that the man who beat him like that is dead now, but then I push Austin McKenna out of my mind once and for all. Fuck him. The only thing that matters is that Dante is here, now, alive and whole.
I watch him sleep for I don’t know how long, just grateful to have him back. Grateful to have all of them here. Finally, his breathing changes, those amazing green eyes of his slowly drifting open. I’m not even sure he’s fully awake at first, and for a moment, we just look at each other, my heart filling with so much love that it nearly overwhelms me.
Then he smiles. “Princess.”
Maddoc stirs next to me, the light hold he has on my hip tightening into something more possessive as he starts to come awake. He stretches a little before his eyes open, his elbow clipping Dante’s side.
His eyes fly open, and he sits up, shoving a hand through his bedhead. “Shit, sorry.”
Dante grins, pushing himself up with only a minor wince. “I’ll survive.”
Behind me, the loose, relaxed feel of Logan’s body changes between one breath and the next, a sudden tension to his muscles telling me he’s awake now, even though he doesn’t move. Somehow, it doesn’t surprise me that he wakes up to a still, silent alertness, no doubt taking a moment to assess his surroundings by force of habit. And when all that tense alertness flows back to a comfortable looseness as he sits up, my heart swells even more.
This isn’t what Logan is used to waking up to, but he’s okay with it. More than okay, if the way he tugs me back onto his lap and plants a soft, sleepy kiss on the side of my neck is any indication.
“Good thing you have a king,” Maddoc teases Dante, trying to stretch again and settling for just rolling his shoulders. The bed is big enough for the four of us… but barely.
Dante snorts. “Yeah, gonna have to find something better for the future.”
I bite back a smile, a giddy happiness rising up inside me as it settles in my heart. These men are mine to keep. This isn’t the last time we’ll all wake up together. They’re really mine.
“The size of the bed isn’t as important as how it’s maintained,” Logan says, the stern reprimand in his voice ruined by how rough with sleep his voice still is.
Dante obviously thinks so too, since he tosses a pillow at Logan’s head with a shit-eating grin on his face. “Maintainthis.”
Logan tugs me out of the line of fire and bats it away. “I had the bedding in good order and completely wrinkle free when we fell asleep last night. Look at it now.”
Maddoc disguises his laugh behind a cough. “Looks slept in. Nothing wrong with that.”
Logan huffs lightly, but the teasing glint in his eyes gives him away. He’ll never say so, but he’s enjoying this. “It looks like chaos. You’re both going to have to learn to sleep more neatly in the future. The blanket is wrinkled, and there are two pillows on the floor.”
Maddoc grins. “There’s only so much room here, and, you know… gravity.”
Dante picks up another pillow and holds it over the floor, then opens his hand and lets it drop.
