Page 88 of Knot The Only Onee
Lucas was also a heavy sleeper. I could bang cymbals above his head, and he still probably wouldn't wake.
Bridget was probably so warm she didn't hear anything. Don't ask me about my logic so early in the morning. It wasn't functioning yet.
I needed the elixir of life—aka coffee—before I could form a good analogy.
I crept from bed and snagged a pair of gray sweatpants from the floor before I tiptoed into the bathroom. I made quick work of my usual morning routine before I went downstairs to grab coffee. I guessed Noah got up early, like we both normally did, and made coffee as he let us sleep.
I glanced down at my phone, and my brows rose into my hairline as I saw it was almost seven. I don't even remember the last time I slept past six. I was up at four or four-thirty every day like clockwork.
Although, our evening activities kept us up pretty late.
A smile spread over my face as I thought about all the fascinating things we'd been doing to occupy our evenings. It was something that made me feel whole. Yes, Noah, Lucas, and I were in a committed relationship, but there was something about adding Bridget into the mix. Like she'd been that missing piece, we'd always longed for.
We did a good job pretending we were content and happy, but with Bridget here? It was like everything before her was in black and white. The moment she stepped into our world, we were in vivid HDTV color. When all you know is drab gray, you don't think anything of it until you've seen color.
I grabbed a mug and poured the coffee. I took a sip and grimaced. It had obviously been a while since Noah made coffee for himself because, damn, that was strong.
Of course, when he put cream in it, he probably couldn't even tell the difference. Noah didn't have a very refined palate. Not that I did either, but sheesh, that would wake me right up and keep me going for three days if I drank too much of it.
Movement outside the kitchen window caught my attention, and I watched as Noah tucked his hands in his jacket pocket and walked across the clearing. He must have been visiting with the guys and Alena.
They sat at the table on the front porch. I lifted my hand to wave at them, and they returned the gesture just as Noah walked inside. He toed his boots off and stepped further into the kitchen.
I smirked as he sauntered closer and set his travel thermos on the counter before framing my face with his hand. His lips caressed me, and I savored the touch.
It had been too long since we kissed. Something that I would make sure never happened again.
He dragged me closer and slid one hand into my hair as our tongues danced together. Gods, this felt amazing, and I grew hard as it intensified.
Noah's other hand swept down my bare chest, and I jolted with the chill of his fingers.
I pulled back until our lips hovered over each other. "Damn, Noah, you better warm up those hands if you wanna wrap one around my dick."
Noah stepped away from me as he chuckled and shook his head. "I think Lucas is finally starting to rub off on you."
"What am I rubbing off?" Lucas said as he appeared in the kitchen. His hair was disheveled, the strands sticking up in every which direction. He yawned and rubbed his eyes, clearly still trying to shake off the remnants of sleep. Like me, he was only wearing a low-slung pair of lounge pants, showing off his flat stomach and delectable chest.
"Noah tried to touch my dick with his freezing hands."
Lucas cocked his head to the side. "Why does he have freezing hands, and what does it have to do with me rubbing you off?"
He was so adorable when he was confused.
"Never mind." With a grin, I turned to pour him a cup of coffee, splashing some cream and adding sugar. "Here."
Lucas accepted the cup from me with a grateful nod. I observed him as he took his first sip, just dying to see his reaction.
Sure enough, the moment the liquid filtered through to his taste buds, he swallowed quickly and stared into the cup as if it were arsenic. "What the actual fuck, James? You know better than to make mud water."
Noah put a hand on his hip. "It was me, and are you insulting my coffee-making abilities?"
"This is mud, not coffee. Even with cream and sugar, it's vile." Lucas shuddered and proceeded to dump out the pot and make a fresh one.
“Did you leave Bridget sleeping?”
Lucas shook his head at my question. ”She hopped in the shower. I figured you guys would be starving, so I didn’t jump in with her. Good thing, too, consideringthat.”His nose wrinkled, and he stuck his tongue out at the dirty coffee mug in the sink.
Noah pursed his lips as if he was sucking on a raw lemon. “I think I’ll go up and see if Bridget needs any help.”
