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“If she is, she doesn’t need to be tonight. Turn the light off—maybe we’ll get some sleep before the partygoers make their undoubtedly noisy return.”
“Are we allowed to sleep in employee quarters?”
“If you’re concerned Evander will storm in and beat the hell out of us, relax. The only other option I’m willing to consider ishauling Avery and her stuffies on a twenty-minute hike back to my cabin, and I’d rather spend those additional twenty minutes here in bed with her.”
“Good point.” The light flashed off, leaving the room awash in the faint glow from next door’s festivities. A few moments later, after a muffled bump and curse, the mattress behind her shifted, dipping under Tristan’s weight. “Is there a specific way you come up with pet names?”
“Pet names,” Clay repeated dubiously.
“Yeah. I mean, you call Averysweetling. Did that just come to you or do you have a list of acceptable pet names for Littles?”
Clay’s laugh rumbled through her, deep and thoroughly amused. “Dude, stop overthinking the small stuff. I call her sweetling because it was the first thing that came to mind when I saw her, and it suits her down to a tee. You’ll think of something that reflects how you see her and that she loves.”
Heat pressed against her back as Tristan shifted, trying to get comfortable. Unsurprisingly, the bed wasn’t built to contain two big, broad men and a curvy woman. If they were planning on sleeping with her here, things could get interesting by morning—she was not a quiet sleeper; Adam had often complained about her restless energy while she was asleep, her cover-hogging tendencies, and her occasional outbursts of babbling sleep-talk.
“You said it was time to put the princess to bed,” Tristan mused, obviously unable to let the topic go.
“I did.” Clay’s fingers stroked up and down her back lazily, over the shirt.
“Think she’d object if I called her princess?”
“I think she’d like that. I get the feeling she’s been underappreciated a lot over the years.”
A long, thoughtful pause silenced Tristan, then, “Think she’d mind if I cuddle her?”
“What did I just say about overthinking? Be a Dom, Tristan. BeherDom. If you want to cuddle, do it. She will tell you in no uncertain terms whether she’ll allow it, then you go forward from there.”
More heat snuggled up against her back, a wide band of it that fit snugly from her shoulders to her butt. Warm legs tucked in behind hers, and a hard arm sneakily looped around her waist.
The pair of them were like space heaters.
“Happy now?” Clay asked dryly.
“Oh yeah.” Tristan sighed contentedly. “A little freaked out at how fast this is moving, but… I’ve had a lot of women in my bed, Clay. A scarily substantial amount, but none of them have ever made me feel…”
“Like you’ve come home?”
“Yeah.”
Oddly enough, as she teetered toward the edge of sleep, Avery couldn’t deny that sense of home was within her as well. She’d never felt this accepted, this… loved, she supposed, although that was a ridiculous concept given the suddenness of how this scenario was panning out, but that was how she felt.
Chances were it wouldn’t last, the good things never did, but for now…
She’d bask in the sensation of being cradled between two beautiful men and the joy of finding a temporary home.
Chapter Nine
Clay
For as long as he could remember, he’d been an early riser.
He was no stranger to waking up before dawn; he was good friends with 4 am.
Avery, however, had him beat.
Small, tentative hands glided up his chest, little fingers seeking out the raised ridges of scar tissues scattered across his body. A plump, curvy bottom was plonked on his groin, stirring his cock to semi-hardness as she shifted slightly to keep her balance.
Her touch was gentle, curious, designed not to wake him but simply find answers to questions she hadn’t asked aloud. So, he stayed still, allowing her the freedom to explore as Tristan snored lightly beside them.
