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Sayge pulled my arm, and I went with the motion and ended up in the middle of the bed. Sayge curled against my ribcage, and Calvin plopped down between my legs, resting his head on my midsection. Dar was already asleep, yet he rolled over until he was tucked into my other side.
What are they doing?
I stayed perfectly still, not even daring to breathe as I lay there. All too soon, I found myself relaxing.
I don’t think I can give them up.
ChapterSeven
CALVIN
“Breakfast is nearly ready.”
The curtains in the room were opened, showing a window half covered by newspapers. Light still shone through, blinding me as I rolled over. My body screamed the moment I moved. Still, the bed was so soft it almost made up for it.
“Shit,” I hissed. There wasn’t a part of me that wasn’t aching in some way.
How in the hell was he awake and moving around after the number of times he fucked us?He was some kind of savage beast.
Not to mention how many times each of us came, he should be passed the hell out in bed with us. I vaguely remembered pulling him into a cuddle pile, and I groaned as the memory tried to resurface fully.
“Too early,” Dar groaned.
Sayge didn’t even budge; he was sound asleep, his long hair draped over his face. I didn’t blame him. The bed felt like clouds compared to our futon on the floor. I was reluctant to get out of it.
I watched as the stranger moved around the room wearing only boxers. I blinked a few times as I took in his physique. He was hot as hell. Slowly it became clear what was all over him, and I sat up. Both of the guys were in bed with me, still breathing, but there was blood on him.
He made his way over to me, and I froze.We’re going to die.
Calloused fingers clean of any blood ran along my jaw, and my head was tilted up. I no longer saw the blood as I stared into deep green eyes. For some crazy reason, I relaxed.
“What has you so scared?”
I licked my lips as I tried to find an answer, but it was no use. I was still too raw from the night before. Calling him daddy might have been a mistake. It placed rose-colored glasses over my eyes, and I was starting to hope and see things that would never be true. Like this stranger giving a damn about the guys or me.
“You,” I said.
He tilted his head. “But you stopped trembling the moment I touched you.”
Had I?
I opened my mouth to argue or maybe yell, but nothing came out. I found myself leaning up, my heart beating so loudly it was all I could hear. His lips met mine, and I was instantly pushed back to how he took charge last night. I hadn’t needed to think or plan anything. He handled all three of us to the point I didn’t worry. It was scary how easily we’d fallen into his hands and how skillfully he’d moved us around.
His tongue coaxed mine out, and I submitted with ease. It felt right, and I was so tired of fighting everything all the damn time. I wanted to avoid reality a little bit longer. I closed my eyes and groaned into the kiss.
Just for a little bit longer, let me have this.
I opened my eyes as he pulled back. Something close to fondness was in his gaze as he stared down at me. Yet, the longer we stared at each other, the more the look changed to one of hunger. Heat built in the pit of my stomach, and my body started to respond on its own.
A breath rushed out of me as I tried to calm down. I was in no shape to be fucked into the mattress again, even if desire rippled through me, demanding I give in.
“You, um, said something about breakfast?” I sounded breathy and needy to my own ears. I mentally cursed myself.
He pulled back. I could finally take a full breath when he stopped touching me. “Yes, I’m finishing up now. I made sure to take care of work before you three woke up.”
Cute but odd.Oh fuck, I was going insane. Who the hell thought someone whose job obviously involved killing or hurting people was cute because they rushed back to make fucking breakfast? It was probably something frozen.
“Where are our clothes?” The floor was spotless, and nothing was out of place. I knew we’d discarded our clothes all over the place, who knew how long ago. I was certain it wasn’t morning, but there wasn’t a clock in the room either. Still, I felt like I needed a few more hours of sleep before moving.
