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“No,” I answer muffled.
“Then what is it?” They both muscle me up. I wipe my eyes and cheeks, embarrassed. I’m being such a fucking girl.
“Were we just so mind-blowing it brought you to tears?” Dev asks, the sarcasm evident.
I laugh. “Yes. That’s exactly it.”
“Of course, it is,” Reese gloats, getting comfortable next to Dev and me. “Who wouldn’t be brought to tears being with the both of us? How many women can say they’ve been fucked by a world-famous motorcycle champion and a respected doctor at the same time? I’m going to say none besides you.” Reese smiles affectionately.
“It’s a lot to wrap my head around,” I admit. I’ve bounced between the two of them for months, and finally having the tension bubble and pop was more than I was prepared for.
“You look tired.” Dev hooks some hair behind my ear.
“I’m exhausted.” On every single level.
“Come here, then.” Reese pulls me off Dev and into the crook of his arm. “I didn’t get to do this last time.” He closes his eyes, resting his head contentedly on one of my frilly pillows.
“Yeah, because you’re a sex stealer.” I poke him in the ribs.
“Damn right.” Reese and I both laugh at our inside joke while Dev raises an eyebrow.
“Long story.” I pull him down next to me so I’m packed between the two of them. My full-sized bed providing just enough room for the three of us to lay. One wrong move, though, and someone may end up on the floor. Good thing I’m the cream in the middle of this cookie sandwich.
Wrapped in a cocoon of male limbs and warmth, the sounds of their breathing paired with the caress of their hands over my bare skin lulls me straight into a deep, satisfied slumber.
* * *
I wake with a start,cold and alone.
I grab the sheets on both sides, finding them empty.
A monumental feeling of loss pummels me.
I question whether last night even happened. Then I shift, and a world of hurt punches me between my legs. “Oh shit.” I roll over into the fetal position and breathe. Goddamn. It definitely happened, because it feels like I did one too many Kegel exercises.Oh.
I slink out of bed slowly and cover my body with a hot-pink nightshirt, every step evoking the ache between my legs. I creep down the stairs, taking each step carefully as the smell of coffee fills the first floor like smoke. My senses enliven as I round the corner to find Reese and Dev leaning casually against the counter, both with a mug in their hand. I expel a sigh of relief. Truth be told, I would’ve been devastated if they disappeared on me in the middle of the night.
“Morning.” I enter the room timidly, making a beeline for the coffeemaker.
“Morning,” Dev answers, the two of them tracking my every move. My kitchen is small. Nothing more than a countertop, a few cabinets, a refrigerator, and stove all done in whites and creams.
“How did you sleep?” Reese asks over the steam rising from his cup.
“Fine.” I turn to them, warming my hands around the mug.
“Just fine?” Reese toys with me. I suppress a smirk. “Much better than fine. Supremely satisfied.” I stroke their egos.
“Now, that’s the response I wanted to hear.” Reese leans down and kisses me.Oh, Good. Morning.Dev then does the same. Whoa. My head is suddenly spinning. I’m not awake enough to process all this.
“Kayla,” Dev says my name seriously. “We need to talk.” Oh shit, here it comes.
“About?” I take an innocent sip of coffee.
“Several things.” Dev removes the cup from my hand, then props me up onto the countertop. I wince when my butt hits the laminate. That smarts.
“A little sensitive, are we?” Reese mocks.
“Yes.” I clench my crying pussy.
