Page 169 of There's No Us Without You
Last night was... wow. And even that doesn’t come close to describing the feelings running rampant inside my body right now.
Is this what home feels like? Safe? Free of judgement?
Not once has either of these men made me feel like I’m less than—not about my body, my job.
Or what I choose to eat.
I’ve never felt more accepted and beautiful in my entire life, and now I’ve had them both inside me—not just in a sexual way, though. I’ve let them into my soul, my cells, my heart. They’re a part of me and I’m a part of them for eternity.
In this life and the next, I know we’ll always find each other no matter what. It’s almost tragic because I’m now ruined for anyone else. If the boys decide they don’t want me anymore, I’d try to move on with someone else eventually—I’d have to—but I wouldn’t be able to give that person my full heart because Will and Em will always have a piece of it.
Will is the first to stir, so I roll onto my side to face Emerson, not wanting to be caught staring at him. Except Will rolls over onto his side as well, and wraps an arm around my waist, tugging me back.
He nuzzles his nose against the back of my neck, making me shiver. “Morning, Sunshine.” His voice is gravelly and deep, still full of sleep.
“Morning.” The word comes out a little squeaky, but who would blame me for not being able to speak properly?
Just the thought of having Emerson and Will inside me again makes my toes curl and my vagina pulse. There’s nothing more erotic than imagining what they could do to me, their hands on my body, their hard cocks in my mouth, my pussy.
“Stop squirming,” Will says as he pulls me closer to his chest to press a kiss to the back of my head.
If he thinks pulling me into his body is going to stop the heat between my legs, he’s mistaken, because all it does is soak my lacy briefs even further.
My skin is growing warmer by the second. I could just shove my hand into my underwear and get myself off. Or better yet, I could just shove Will’s hand down there instead. Although, I don’t think the boys would appreciate that—especially Will and his need for control.
Will growls in my ear. “Stop. Or I will bend you over my knee.”
“You wouldn’t,” I say, teasing him again until his grip tightens on me.
He brushes a hand down my stomach until he reaches the top of my pyjama shorts. “This what you want?” Warm fingers skim the elastic of my underwear, my skin igniting under his touch.
“Yes,” I whisper.
Groaning, Emerson throws his arm from his face. “Can you two quit making my dick hard?” One eye opening, he peers down at me, a smirk now lifting one side of his lips. “Unless one of you is going to ease my pain, I suggest you stop making those cute little moans, Pop-Tart.”
Crap.
“Sorry,” I say, covering my face with my hands.
Emerson rolls onto his side and pulls me out of Will’s arms. “Don’t be sorry, it’s sexy as hell. If I didn’t have training in an hour, I’d be making you scream my name.”
I’m tempted to climb on top of him and help him with his problem, when Will presses up against my back again and runs his hand up my outer thigh. “Do you have work today, Eden?” His breath tickles against the back of my neck with each soft kiss he plants on my skin.
“Yes.” My voice comes out in a breathless whisper while Will rubs small circles over my bare skin, and Emerson plants soft kisses on my collarbone and chest.
I close my eyes and grip onto Em’s shoulder.
“Fuck.” Emerson pulls out of my arms and climbs from the bed. “You two suck, you know that, right? I have to leave and look at what I’m dealing with.” He points to his erection, the tip of his penis sticking out of his boxers. “I’ll just finish myself off in the shower, then, shall I?” With a shake of his head, he stalks out of Will’s room. A slammed door and the sound of running water in the bathroom lets me know he plans to do just that.
“As I was going to say before our boy decided to throw a tantrum, can you bring me home some of that vanilla custard?” Will plants a soft kiss to the skin just under my ear before slapping my arse and climbing from the bed as well.
“Seriously?” I shake my head, a smile on my face. “You’ve already demolished two containers of the stuff this week.”
Will shrugs and shoves his legs into a pair of grey sweatpants. “What? It’s a compliment to your culinary skills, Sunshine. And... just do as you’re told.”
“Yes, Sir,” I say, before snatching a pillow and throwing it at his head.
Will ducks, but the look in his eyes tells me it was the wrong move.
