Page 114 of Pucking Them
I prefer pillow talk with my men — the vulnerable, often surprising bonding — than our wildest sex.
And we have fucking wild sex.
“I haven’t experienced such vivid dreams in years,” D’Angelo admits.
“Is it because of Wilder?”
“Possibly, but I’m not the one who looks like the bags under my eyes are carrying suitcases. Shay isn’t sleeping at all.”
“He was watching over you.”
“That isn’t his job.”
“Funny, I thought that he was your boyfriend.”
D’Angelo quirks his brow. “I’d have a witty response to that but I’m tired, aching, and my head throbs. Can we both just imagine that my killer banter?—”
“Deflected from the fact that you’re clearly feeling off…? Maybe spiraling?” I place my hand over D’Angelo’s, which has returned to adjusting the sheet in jerky motions. “You don’t need to be the strongest in this family all the time. We can be strong for you.”
“I know that, principessa. You three are the strongest people I know in your unique ways. I’m lucky.”
“And don’t you forget it.”
D’Angelo’s eyes gleam, before his hand tightens in my hair.
He tugs me even closer to him. “I’m still in charge.”
I flush, instantly wet at his low, dominant voice.
“Never in doubt,” I squeak.
D’Angelo smirks, keeping his grip tight in my hair as a reminder.
“Now,” he sounds more in control again, “as the Trouble Twins are busy for once, we can plot. We don’t have long to make sure that we plan them the best birthday they’ve ever had. I am the party thrower extraordinaire.”
“Also, the Modesty King.” My brow furrows. “But the twins are different from each other. They won’t enjoy the same type of party. I want them both to enjoy it. Shay would bounce around like an overexcited puppy if we threw him a surprise party. My Phoenix, on the other hand…”
“Eden hates surprises. How about we send him a written invitation? My handwriting can look attractive when I try. He’ll process that better. At work, I make sure to write down what Eden needs or send things to him via email.”
“This isn’t work. It’s meant to be fun.”
“It won’t be much fun if Eden freaks out when we jump out and yellsurprise.” D’Angelo cocks his brow. “Or possibly punches me in the face.”
“He’d never do that to the best boss in the world.”
“Which is why I know he needs warning about the party ahead of time. Then he’ll have the chance to reply by email and tell me if there is anything he wants us to avoid at the party without feeling pressured.”
I am proud that my boyfriend is thinking about myotherboyfriend with such thoughtfulness.
I reward D’Angelo by edging closer on the pillow. “But what if he can’t keep it quiet from his twin?”
D’Angelo huffs a laugh. “Eden is disturbingly good at keeping secrets. I’ll be more surprised if it turns out that he’s not a secret assassin than if he is.”
Fair.
“We can ask Eden who he would like to invite. We should make it clear that his friends are celebrating with him, as much as Shay’s are.”
“Code,” I singsong, before adding, “and Cas.”
