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The corner of his mouth tugged. “Did you have water too? Can’t just be us.”
“Of course I did. I can’t be a good water Dom otherwise. Evie would never listen to me if I didn’t practice what I preach.”
“So true.”
She took one more sip and laid back down in the middle. I studied the two of them, unable to stop. They were so cute and cozy sprawled out in bed together. Evie’s nipples were dark pink and taut, her stomach and thighs soft. Nick’s muscles were etched like stone and he was covered in so many tattoos, all in the same style.
Evie scooted over to the right and patted the middle. “Come be the little spoon.”
My heart skipped a beat and my cheeks warmed with a blush. I crawled right into the center as Nick yanked the blankets up around our shoulders, his body pressing against mine as we all snuggled.
“I could fall asleep like this,” I whispered.
“Me too,” Evie murmured. “Stay. Both of you. I have to get up early, but . . . stay.”
Nick squeezed me gently. “Okay. I’ll stay.”
“I have to be up early too,” I said.
“We can have breakfast,” she said.
“Do you mean me eating you out?” Nick asked sleepily.
“No,” she snorted. “Well, maybe. Possibly.”
“Mmm, I’m in. Pancakes and pussy.”
Evie and I started laughing so hard, the bed frame squeaked. Every muscle relaxed as my eyes drifted shut.
For so long, I’d been chasing ghosts. Losing Amanda had broken me, but . . . Nick and Evie had already made me believe I could finally start putting the pieces back together again.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
Evie
Getting back into the groove of baking was as natural as breathing. I was back in my element, everything was going right, and despite the burn on my arm and a slightly sore pussy—my life was perfect.
I kept blushing. It was Wednesday, and yet, I still couldn’t stop thinking about Nick and Matthew. Sunday night with them had been unexpected and hot and they were occupying at least half of my thoughts. We’d spent last night together too, getting more and more acquainted with each other’s bodies.
Nick really was a man of hidden talents when it came to the bedroom, but so was Matthew. It was also fun to see how Matthew’s dominant side was drawn out by Nick being sassy.
This Friday, Nick promised that he’d give us atourof all of his BDSM equipment. Matthew, being the most practical of the three of us, promised to invest in a first aid kit and a lifetime supply of lube and condoms.
My hands worked on autopilot, rolling out the croissant dough and making the butter and pastry layers, cutting and rolling and placing them on trays to proof. I was running on multiple orgasms and five hours of sleep, but it’d been worth it.
Everything with them felt so easy. Flirting, laughing, texting. It was all effortless. We had a little group chat now, one that Nick and Matthew kept full of cute photos. I still hadn’t met Lucky face to face, but I was already so in love with the cat. Nick sent us at least five pictures every day, and Matthew and I had agreed we wouldn’t accept any less.
My life was spinning out of control. Just a little bit. It’d only been a week and a half since things got turned upside down, but so far, it seemed like it was for the better.
Matthew even treated my arm this morning before I left for work. He wrapped it up so I could bake safely, and promised to swing by around lunchtime so he could check on it again. I was supposed to take off the bandages in about an hour once I was done with the prep portion of my day. It’d been a bitch to bake with an injury, but I was making it work.
I slid one of the trays onto the rack and wiped my hands on my apron. The scent of pecan pies wafted through the back room and I opened the oven door right as the timer beeped.
Nick had really saved me by fixing the oven. The rack slid out smoothly without a single hitch, and the bundle of nerves in my chest relaxed once I rolled it to the side and shut the heavy door.
“Evie?”
A familiar voice called from the front. I went still, wondering if I was going to actually go out to see him, but then there he was—all six feet and a couple inches of Austin looming in the doorway. His Whynot, TX ball cap was on, and he wore a white T-shirt and dark-wash jeans.
