Page 99 of Triple Threat

“Good morning,” I whispered back.

“We need a shower,” Kyle said then immediately asked, “You sore?” I knew he meant me. Roan wouldn’t have any reason to be.

I thought about it a second, screwing up my face when I realized,oh yeah, I was definitely paying for it this morning.

“Yeah, sorry,” I said.

“Nothing to be sorry about,” Roan assured me. “You were incredible.”

“I second that,” Kyle said from behind me, smoothing a hand down my ribs and over my hip.

“Take a shower with me?” I asked them softly.

“Oh, Love…” Roan sounded on the brink of denying me but Kyle cut him off.

“We’ll make it work; your shower is best equipped. Let me grab your crutch so your big ass can get around.”

Oh. I hadn’t thought about the logistics in the context of Roan’s leg.

Kyle stretched luxuriously, and I took a moment to appreciate the long, lean line of his muscular body. Especially the globes of his ass, which were perfect by the way. Roan had me dying over his chest and shoulders, the power and strength with which he moved as he ushered me off the bed and scooted to the edge of it making a deeply conscious effort not to look at Kyle padding around his bedroom nude.

Kyle went over by the wardrobe and returned with one of those crutches with the c shaped collar thing on it and the jutting handle to grip and bear your weight on.

“Thanks, mate,” Roan muttered softly and levered himself up onto his good leg.

“Come on, Sadie.” Kyle held out a hand to me, rubbing sleep from his eyes with the other. I took it and we three went into the bathroom adjoining Conan’s room.

The shower was nice, I stood between Kyle and Conan who was seated on the marble shower bench and basked in the attention they lavished on me, hands slick with soap, mouths kissing and drinking the clear water from my skin. Kyle tried to take me again, but the attempt ended on a whimper and he stopped at a terse“Mate,”from Roan.

“I want to, but my body says otherwise,” I murmured.

“I supposed we really do need to give you a day off every now and then,” Kyle whispered and turned me, tipping my face up to his gently with a hand at my jaw to kiss me passionately but slowly, driving me crazy as Roan gently bit my ass cheek.

I bowed my head, resting my forehead against Kyle’s chest as I tried to catch my breath and he chuckled, looking over me down to Conan and saying, “I think we need to give it a rest, mate. Keep it up, we might break her.”

“That’s not funny!” I cried to their masculine chuckles.

“It’s true,” Roan said. “That’s preciselywhyit’s so funny, love.”

“You’re both going to be the death of me,” I grumbled, meaning it as a joke, but instead what I got was a pregnant pause. I looked up sharply to catch Kyle tearing his gaze from Roan behind me. I turned and Roan smiled up at me, the smile weaker than one of his genuine ones and I heaved a big sigh.

“Well, that hit wrong,” I said sardonically.

“Nothing is going to happen to you, Poppet,” Roan promised.

“Not while both of us stand in the way,” Kyle agreed.

I pulled away from them both, eyes narrowing and asked, “Just how deep is the shit?” I demanded.

“Do you trust us?” Roan asked, trading a look with Kyle.

“You know I do,” I countered.

“Then it’s nothing you need to worry your pretty little head about, baby,” Kyle drew me back under the warm water’s spray and between the two of them I was kissed and touched until the watershouldhave run cold but didn’t and we were all three all but prunes.

The next move of the day was quickly decided. Roan wanted to make us all breakfast. Kyle and I were sent to our rooms, me in Roan’s big fluffy gray robe, and Kyle as naked as the day he was born, to get dressed and to meet Roan back in the kitchen.

I was told to dress to go out, so warm…

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