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Six-foot-too-many-inches-to-guess stood in front of me, ripped and corded in muscle and wearing nothing but atoo-tightpair of underwear.
My mouth sprung open—gods, that better be a sock shoved intherebecause no man had any right beingthatwell-endowed—I clamped it shut.
He snatched the pillow from the floor, threw it onto the bed, and collapsed on the mattress, his flipper of a foot stretching territorially across my side. Staking claim.
What an ass.
“What are you doing?” I seethed between clenched teeth.
He shot me a victorious, unlawful grin. “This ismyroom.Mybed. Andyouare in it.”
I huffed at him and rolled over, my back towards him. “Bastard,” I muttered under my breath.
But the insult was drowned out by a windstorm of a snore emulating from his stupidly full lips.
I tugged the blanket over my head.
Despite the peaceful nature of my dreams that night, four hours of sleep was not nearly enough. Now, I was tired—tired and groggy and heavily sleep-deprived.
I glared at Von, who sat across the table from me, his heavily toned arms folded over his chest. The black leather pants he wore today were sinfully tight, endorsing his muscular legs and strong, sturdy ass. Great divine,thatass—everything about it screamedbuilt for thrusting. It repeatedly snagged my attention this morning as he made a brew of coffee.
As if there were a tether connected to my gaze, those incredibly dark eyes of his lifted and settled on me, sending a soft smolder my way.
I shoved my thoughts surrounding his great assets to the side, labeled him an idiot once more, and rolled my eyes with added emphasis.
He chuckled, lapping up the attention, regardless of if it was good or bad.
Ezra busied herself in the kitchen as she worked on whatever she was working on—I hadn’t quite figured it out yet. It looked mushy, like something I would feed a pen of hogs. My stomach lurched—wasthat. . . lunch?
“Um, Ezra, can I help you?” I offered.
By help, I meant toss it in the trash—it was past redemption.
She shook her head. “No, no, I’m almost done.” She sniffed the air, a smile touching her face. “They are here.”
I swallowed.
I would be lying if I said I didn’t feel a twinge of nerves. It had always just been Ezra, Kaleb, and me. Now, that was changing.
A brief knock came from the living room door before it swung open and birthed a hulk of a man.
There was no way around it, he packed one hell of a physique—the kind that required years of heavy training, not genetics. His skin was deeply tanned, a warm, luxurious brown that framed his striking eyes. They were 3:00 a.m. eyes—the kind you stared into as you danced at the tavern, the kind you knew you probably shouldn’t go home with, but you did anyways, the kind that kept you up all night. His off-white tunic hugged his muscular arms and torso, the V-collar loosely strung, exposing a sneak peek of his rippling pectorals. He dropped the bags he was carrying on the floor with a loudthunkand began to stretch out his impressive physique as if it had been a long ride.
The female version of him strolled in after. Turning to him, she gestured to the bags dropped carelessly on the floor and hissed, “Why did you have to dump all of the bags right at the door? Take them downstairs.”
“I was just stretching out my back. I’ll do it in a bit,” the male replied, leisurely taking his time as he continued to stretch, just to annoy her a bit more.
They had to be siblings.
“Do itnow,” the woman huffed at him.
He gave her a challenging look that suggested he was ready to throw down with her if need be.
Yup—definitely siblings.
And judging by their looks? It was even more likely they were twins. I guessed they were somewhere in their mid-to-late-twenties.
Like him, she was tall, but where his muscle was bulky, hers was lithe. Her features were strong on their own, but when you looked at the full canvas, she was strikingly beautiful. She wore riding clothes—tight pants and a cropped shirt, exposing her midriff. Her style was so unlike the layers of clothing most women wore. But she owned the look, just as she owned the room she just walked in to—confidence and certainty exuded from her in heavy, undiluted waves. The kind that might make other women balk if she glanced their way.
