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I glance toward the closed door leading to the adjoining room, and I wonder where Doc and Clyde are. I’m surprised they didn’t come in and join us, and as tired as I am, I’m almost disappointed.

I enjoy spending time with each of them alone, but there’s something intoxicating and thrilling about being the center of their attention when they’re all together.

It’s intimidating, exhilarating, and completely mind-blowing when they are all working in smooth tandem with one another.

My cheeks heat and wetness pools between my legs as I think about how just this morning they turned me into a ‘snowman’.

Every part of me aches, burning deliciously, and try as I might to resist the pull, sleep carries me away into darkness.

Chapter Twenty

Billy

The sound of a phone ringing wakes me. I didn’t realize I’d fallen asleep. I guess I was more tired than I thought I was. Stretching, I groan a little as my muscles burn from overuse.

Glancing toward Calla, who is curled up asleep next to me, with her arm draped loosely across my chest, I smile slightly. She looks exhausted but happy, and her hair is a tangled mess.

I hear water running from the bathroom, and I guess that Jesse must be having a shower, seeing as he’s no longer in the room with us.

Picking up the phone, I read the name on the screen and swipe to answer it.

“Billy, about damn time.”Clyde’s voice fills my ear, and I bite back the groan of annoyance at the tone of his words.

“What’s up?”

“Can you open the door? We went out and neither of us remembered to grab our keycards.”

I bite back a laugh.

“Yeah, I suppose I can.”

“Hurry up,” he snaps, hanging up on me.

Shaking my head, I carefully move Calla’s arm and sit on the edge of the bed. I pause to look at her for a moment before I reluctantly tug the sheet up that fell off her when I moved.

She doesn’t even stir as I get up and quietly cross the room, heading to the door.

I’m almost surprised he didn’t bust it down to get back in, but I guess it would draw unwelcome attention to the five of us, and also need to be paid for if he broke it.

The last thing we need is to be kicked out of a hotel when we’re thousands of miles from home.

I stop before I open the door, half-tempted to make him wait a bit longer, but I know Doc must be with him, too, or else he’d have asked Doc to let him back in.

Clyde is an ass, but I have no issues with Doc. Poor guy is probably sick of Clyde after his little afternoon spent with him and no time spent with Calla.

I open the door, and Clyde gives me a scathing look before striding into the room. I share a knowing look with Doc and we both roll our eyes as he also walks through the door.

I raise my voice just enough to be heard without disturbing Calla. “She’s asleep.”

I take great pleasure in watching Clyde come to a stop, and I grin smugly at his scowl before he lets out a small huff of annoyance and goes into his room instead.

“How was your afternoon?” I ask Doc as he chuckles slightly.

He shrugs and nudges me with his elbow. “Not as fun as yours, I’m sure.”

I smile, still staring at the open doorway that Clyde disappeared through. Serves him right for being so possessive over Calla. She choseallof us, not just him. If it wasn’t for me, none of us would have her at all.

“You’re right about that,” I say slowly, finally turning away from the door to look at him. “How bad was it?”

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