Page 109 of Their Wicked Ways

Jett belonged with us.

Hopefully he felt it too.

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JETT

The pillowunder my head smelled nice.

That was my first thought as I slowly climbed out of sleep.

The next was that I seemed to have acquired a human-sized body pillow at some point in the night, and it was pressed up against my back.

Confused, I blinked my eyes open.

I wasn’t laying on a pillow, and I didn’t have another behind me.

I was in Wes and Ez’s bed, snuggled between them with my head on Ez’s chest and Wes spooning me from behind.

“Morning, sleepyhead.” Ez’s amused chuckle tickled my ear as strong fingers ran through my hair.

“Morning,” I mumbled, fighting the urge to go back to sleep and enjoy being in their embrace.

Just as I closed my eyes again, the events of last night came back to me in a rush.

Going to the club, the guys on the dance floor, running into Ez and Wes.

More memories cascaded around in my mind. Talking with them, asking them to fuck me, and getting the best dick of my life. Which was also the only dick I’d ever had.

I snickered into Ez’s chest.

“Something funny?” Wes asked, his breath warm against my neck and shoulder.

“Not really.” I cleared my throat. “I was just thinking that you guys gave me the best dick of my life last night, but you’re the only dick I’ve had, so how do I know it’s that good?”

Wes pinched my ass. “Cheeky.”

I yelped at the unexpected move.

“How do you feel?” Ez asked, his voice a deep rumble that made me want to stay exactly where I was.

“Fine.” I paused, taking stock of my body. “My ass feels a bit weird.”

Wes laughed. “In a bad way, or a good one?”

“Good.”

Shaking off the last of my sleepiness, I was hit with the weirdest sensation. It wasn’t dread or anything negative, per se, but it felt strange. Instead of being restless or feeling off-kilter like I did most mornings, I felt calm.

My mind was mostly quiet, and my body was warm and relaxed.

When was the last time I’d started my day feeling safe and secure and comfortable?

Little snippets from our conversation last night filtered between the flashbacks of the incredible sex we’d had.

They’d asked me to be their boyfriend.

Had that been real? Had they meant it? Or was it just something they’d said because they felt bad for confusing the hell out of me?

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