Page 28 of Hopeless Magic
He breathes out a laugh and he lowers himself, dragging his hard body against me. Gently he places a kiss to my forehead and my eyes close. Then he’s pulling back and, before I know it, he’s resting at my side.
And just like I said I wouldn’t be, I’m pressed comfortably between the two beautiful fae.
Chapter Ten
A Good Day
Morning comes too soon. I feel burdened and free all at once. Strong arms are wrapped around me. It isn’t until my eyes flutter open that I realize they’re both Daxdyn’s and Ryder’s.
My head lies in the crook of Daxdyn’s arm and his hand is tangled into my hair. His other hand rests on my arm, holding me to his smooth chest. Another hand is slipped across my side from behind and it’s pressed flat against my lower abdomen.
A tingling feeling spreads all through me, settling restlessly in my stomach.
And where are my hands?
One is held against my own chest. That one’s the good one; the well-behaved one. The other traitorous and wandering hand lies half beneath the band of Daxdyn’s boxers and half out.
The fingertips of my left hand are dangerously close to the hard bulge straining against the black material of his underwear.
Heat pools between my legs as I consider skimming my index finger along his length. The covers shift behind me and I realize Thing One isn’t the only cock I’m entirely too close to.
Thing Two snuggles into me and the moment he moves the shifting begins. His hips are pressed so tightly against my lower back my legs actually shake.
I can’t really be judging Thing One and Thing Two though. My own hips are pressed against Daxdyn’s side, my leg thrown over his. I’m wound around him, and Ryder’s wound around me.
It feels … nice.
Carefully, and a little regretfully, I pull my hand from beneath the elastic. I take my time running my fingertips up the etched lines of his fantastic chest. Slowly, I detour back down his smooth body. When his head tips back with a quiet moan I decide I should probably stop pawing all over Daxdyn Riles like he’s my own personal toy.
It takes several minutes, but I carefully unwind our limbs from each other and slip away from the most peaceful sleep I’ve had in five years.
I stare down at them from the foot of the bed and a smile rests against my lips. In my absence, Ryder has shifted closer to Daxdyn. His hand lays on Daxdyn’s smooth stomach the same way it did mine. Daxdyn cradles Ryder’s head with one hand and rests his other palm on Ryder’s upper bicep.
My brows raise wondering just how close the two of them might really get. Instead of allowing them some privacy, I take a seat near the door and get comfortable for the show that is bound to break out at any moment.
I’m just throwing my leg over the side of the chair and slouching down when the door swings open.
A sharp pang jars through my stomach. I didn’t lock the door last night.
They distracted me so much that I never locked the door behind us.
And yet, I slept peacefully.
Darrio’s hard gaze softens as his brows raise. He looks from his friends and then, slowly, his attention pulls to me.
“I was only in the way,” I say, shrugging my shoulders at his incredulous look.
His eyes drop to the hard erections both men are sporting and he takes an intentional step back from them. He stands more in the hall now than in the room itself.
A woman in just her bra and underwear passes behind Darrio, and she looks carelessly our way before looking back down the hall. Her head flings back up, her eyes growing wide with interest at the sight within the room.
I stand, my hand slipping around Darrio’s as I drag him inside and close the door swiftly behind him.
“You act like you’ve never seen two dicks in one place before.” I say it to annoy him. I haven’t had the opportunity to see something so amazing either, but it doesn’t stop me from taunting him.
His serious eyes fall to me and he rakes his attention down my body. The look he always gives me makes my heart race. I’m still not entirely sure I’m not a masochist. Darrio doesn’t look at me with desire. He looks at me like I disgust him and intrigue him all at once.
And for whatever reason it makes me smirk. It makes me want to get a rise out of him. It makes me want to give him a reason not to like me.
