Page 35 of Eight Seconds to Fly

Frankie led Dylan inside, then it was just me, Beau and Branch standing on the doorstep. “Crazy day, right?” Lameness, thy name is Tessa May.

They had no idea though. There was the high of the eight seconds, and then the absolute lunacy of my moment with Frankie in the storeroom. Then Dylan and now here we were and my mind was struggling to keep up with what I should be feeling. Elated? Terrified? Hell, I had no idea now. Maybe I needed ice cream and a nap.

Branch nodded, stepping closer. “Yeah, crazy.” He leaned forward and kissed me softly, uncaring that Beau was standing right next to him. His kisses were just typical of him, probing and strong, and so fucking hot. Just as my body curled into his, he pulled away. “You rode good today.”

My whole body flushed at the compliment. He strode away and I turned a wide eyed look to Beau. He was grinning, his gold eyes sparkling. “That? That was hot as fuck.” Then he kissed me as well, his thumb stroking over my cheek.

He was still grinning when he stepped away. “I’ll see you tomorrow, Nugget. Don’t forget to come by and let me massage that thigh.” He waggled his eyebrows and I had the distinct impression that wasn’t the only thing he would be massaging. He kissed my cheek again, and strode away. Just before he turned the corner, he sprinted back, grabbed me up in his arms and pressed me against the door. “Can’t let him be the only one who gets a dramatic exit.” He kissed me hard once more, all tongue and teeth, and then dropped me back onto shaky feet.

I gaped after him as he sauntered away. These guys were going to be the death of me.

When he was gone, I finally turned and walked into the hotel room quietly.

My feet stilled when I saw Frankie helping Dylan out of his undershirt, his hands carefully peeling it over the other man’s head. My heart seized in my chest and I bit my lip.

He was the best human being on the planet. How had it taken me this long to see that?

“I was going to offer you a hand, but you guys seem to have it under control.”

They both looked up, and Frankie waggled his eyebrows at me. “Never thought I’d be undressing another man for you,Gatinha, but here we are.”

Dylan raised an eyebrow at Frankie. “What’sGatinhamean?”

“Kitten,” Frankie responded, stepping away from Dylan to peel off his own shirt.

Dylan’s throaty laugh echoed around the room. “And you didn’t know that he had a crush on you? Girl, you must have been living in a different universe. No one calls another person Kitten unless he wants to pet her, you know what I’m saying?”

Frankie pointed to Dylan, a smug grin on his face. “See? It was obvious to everyone but you.”

I gave them both a sour look that turned smug when I began to unbutton my shirt. They watched me undo each button like I was the balls in the lottery. When I got to the last button and slipped my shirt off my shoulders, the twin looks of lust on their faces made me feel like a damn Queen. “Stop looking at me like you want to eat me alive and get into bed.” I quirked an eyebrow at Frankie, having one of our wordless conversations. It went something like this:

Hey, can Dylan sleep in bed with us, or would that be weird.

As long as he doesn’t touch my dick, it’ll be fine.

You are completely ridiculous.

Did we have that whole conversation with our eyebrows and shoulders? Yes. Yes we did. Because when you spend every day with a person, you can read them better than yourself most of the time.

Dylan was looking at us like we were aliens. “Dylan, you can sleep with me and Frankie, or there's the pull out couch if you’d be more comfortable there?”

His eyes flitted between us both. “That’s what that whole eyebrow thing was about?” he said, pointing to us both. I nodded and he shook his head. “Sure, as long as he doesn’t touch my dick.”

Frankie and I both laughed, but he slapped Dylan on the shoulder. “You aren’t that fucking lucky. Dibs on the big spoon.”

He launched himself into the air, belly flopping onto the bed like a child. I shook my head and shrugged at Dylan, kicking off my pants. I stepped back into the door so I had a decent run up and cannonballed into the center of the bed. Dylan shucked out of his pants and crawled in next to me. Then there were three in the bed.

We laid there awkwardly for a second, before I thought fuck it. I backed my ass up into Frankie’s body, and dragged Dylan closer so I could put my head on his chest. It was wall to wall man and I’m not gonna lie, it was the best feeling ever.

Dylan tangled his hands in my hair, and kissed it. “Night, Tessa.”

I kissed his chest, just appreciating the scent of him though we both needed a shower bad. “I’ll wake you up in a couple of hours for your meds,” I murmured.

“Mmhmm,” Dylan said groggily. “Tessa?”

Frankie’s hand traced soothing circles onto my hip, and it was putting me to sleep. “Yeah?”

“I’m not opposed to threesomes,” he slurred, then his soft snores echoed around the room. I could feel Frankie’s body shaking behind me as he laughed silently.

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