Page 15 of Heatwaves

I go to sit up, realizing that I will need to untangle myself from both Carter and Aidan before I can. It takes a moment, but finally, I’m able to sit up on my own. I crawl to the end of the bed before turning back to face the four naked men.

I lick my lips as my eyes move between them and Ty growls. “Don’t start something you can’t finish, Lila,”he warns.

I wrinkle my nose as I shake my head. “I’m sorry. The four of you are just so sexy. But I really need a shower. I’ve got a pretty big shower in my bathroom, but there’s no way we can all fit. It’ll fit three of us, max, but the other two can use the other bathroom if we want to get cleaned up all at once.”

“Dibs,” Oliver yells, already moving down the bed to grab me before dragging me toward the bathroom.

“Seriously?” Aidan groans.

“Fucking cheater,” Carter bites out.

Ty laughs. “Rock, paper, scissors?”

That’s the last I hear as Oliver drags me into the shower and turns on the water. I screech as the cold water rushes over me, practically jumping into his arms to escape it.

“Jerk,” I manage to breathe out as I shiver against him, but he just laughs. Luckily, the water warms quickly, but he doesn’t set me on my feet. As annoying as the rush of cold water was, I find myself relaxing into his hold. It’s kind of nice to just be held.

When the door to the shower opens, I turn my head to find Aidan stepping inside with us.

“So, you were the winner?” I pause. “Did you guys really play rock, paper, scissors to figure out who got to shower with us?”

Aidan’s grin is sheepish when he gives a small shrug. “Maybe.”

I don’t say anything, just roll my eyes as I wiggle until Oliver sets me on my feet. But when I reach for my shampoo, he grabs my hand with a click of his tongue.

“No, Lila. We’re going to take care of you. You just relax and enjoy.”

And they do take care of me. When he spoke the words, I assumed he meant sexually, but I was wrong. Their touch is soft, gentle as they wash my hair and body. Never once do they try to take it any farther.

When we step from the shower, Aidan wraps a towel around me, drying my body as Oliver runs a towel through my hair. Then Aidan carries me into the bedroom, setting me on the bed. Oliver climbs behind me, shocking me when he begins to run a brush through my wet hair.

“What are you doing?” I’m so freakingconfused.

“We’re taking care of you. Duh.” Oliver nips at my ear before returning to the task of brushing my hair.

Meanwhile, Aidan disappears into my closet and reappears moments later with a pair of sweatpants and a T-shirt. Then he’s opening up drawers until he finds a lacy black thong. He shoots me a wink as he holds them up but remains silent.

Walking back to the bed, he and Oliver dress me and I’m honestly so shocked by their actions, I don’t complain. While I might not need anyone to take care of me, it’s kind of nice to have someone do it.

“C’mon, sweets,” Oliver says as he pulls me from the bed, lacing our fingers together. “Let’s go see what Ty and Carter made for breakfast.”

“You guys don’t have to do this—“ I break off when Aidan turns to me with narrowed eyes.

“We know that we don’t have to. We want to, and you’re going to let us.”

My eyes are wide as I nod, but I can’t help muttering under my breath, “Yes, sir.”

Oliver laughs, and I realize I’ve said it louder than I meant to. Oops.

“Be careful. He might like that.”

Aidan glances back at us with a frown, but Oliver doesn’t tell him what he’d heard. He gives a shake of his head before facing forward once more. I allow a sigh to escape me as the three of us step into the kitchen.

Ty and Carter are working around one another, making it obvious that they’re used to being in one another’s space as they move around the kitchen. I smell bacon, and I can see the pancakes piled high on a plate, my stomach rumbling and letting the two men know that we’ve arrived.

“Great timing. I’m on the last batch.” Carter winks before turning back to the stove. “Have a seat, and we’ll bring the food over.”

I’m honestly in shock, barely believing that this is happening, as I allow Oliver to lead me to the table. I’ve just settled into my seat when Ty sets a plate in front of me and hands me a cup of coffee. “I wasn’t sure how you like your coffee, but I saw the creamer in the fridge, so I assumed you at least liked that. Sugar is already on the table.”

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