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I smiled at the memory of everything I’d done with Wyatt.
“Yeah… I can see how that would get your engine revving.” I yawned as a blanket of relaxation settled over me. The pillows felt inviting, and the blankets were warm around my ankle.Both men were still touching me, Isaac’s hand on my thigh and Wyatt’s on my breast. It was intensely comfortable and before I knew it, I was asleep.
33
KYLA
Iwoke when sunlight streamed through the window, sandwiched between the two men. Isaac was on my right, sleeping on his side, one arm draped over my waist. Wyatt was on my left, his chin on my shoulder and his leg over mine.
Despite all the evidence of what we’d done last night, I had to pinch myself to believe it happened.
I, Kyla Wright, had somehow slept with two men, and it was by far the wildest thing I had ever done. Was this what all movie productions were like behind the scenes?
“Good morning, sexy.” Wyatt wrapped his arm around me and kissed my cheek. It was enough to wake Isaac, who blinked as though he was trying to figure out whether last night was real, or a dream. His hand ventured downward, coming to rest on my naked pussy, and his dark eyes shot open.
“Yes, it was real,” I said, nuzzling into his neck to kiss his collarbone. “Very real.”
“Good to know,” he murmured. “I don’t think I’d be able to handle experiencing that and having it taken away from me.”
I giggled and reached down. His cock was hard again, still sticky from my juices.
“That’s just morning wood,” he said, steering my hand away. “I don’t think he could handle another round without falling off. Besides, I’m famished.”
My stomach growled as though it had heard him.
“Me too,” I admitted. “But I’m so comfortable here…”
“We can go to the buffet without you, if you’d like,” Wyatt suggested, but the mention of the buffet made my eyes fly open. I’d forgotten that when we checked in, we’d paid for the buffet breakfast, and the idea of bacon made my stomach rumble again.
“That sounds like a yes,” Isaac joked. “Let’s go without her.”
I grabbed one of the pillows we’d cast aside and playfully smacked him with it.
“No way. After all those calories I burned, I reckon I could eat a whole farm full of animals without getting full.”
We showered together, taking turns to lather each other up with soap, toweled ourselves off, and pulled on the same clothes we’d worn the night before. I did all of this on one leg, holding both men’s arms for support as I hopped in and out of the shower, and they stared as I moved around the bedroom with ease.
“How do you do that?” Wyatt stared at me as I bent down to pick up my panties.
“Wear clothes?” I asked, confused.
“Hop around on one leg.” He lifted his right leg off the ground and wobbled. “I can’t even pretend to do it.”
I sat on the velour chair and pulled on my panties, and then reattached my prosthesis, starting with the rubber sleeve that protected my skin from irritation and acted as a seal between the prosthetic and my leg to keep it in place. I slipped the leg itself over the sleeve and released the air valve to create suction between them.
“I’m used to it.” I stood up, testing the position of my leg. It felt like it was exactly the same length as the other one, which meant I’d positioned it correctly. If I hadn’t, I knew from experience that my hips would ache by the end of the morning.
“It was scary how quickly my left leg became stronger. Sometimes, when I’m at home, I don’t bother with the prosthetic at all. I just hop around.”
“When did you lose the leg?” Wyatt asked gently, sitting on the bed so his knees almost touched mine.
“When I was eight.” I didn’t feel like going into the full story, especially not after the amazing night we’d just had, so I simply added, “Car accident.”
Wyatt didn’t press for further information, and I was relieved. Instead, he winced and said, “That must have been awful.”
I gave him a sad smile. “It was.” My mom’s dress lay beside me and I pulled it over my head. “Can you help zip me up?”
“Gladly.”
