I wake up with my hand between my legs.
Heat is washing over my skin in tingly waves. Wetness is sticking my thighs together. My pussy feels swollen and puffy and hot. I moan quietly as large hands stroke over my naked body, rolling over and burying my face in a wall of hard abs. Mmm.
“I’m gonna die,” a low voice mumbles. “What do you think she’s dreaming about?”
“Me. Obviously.”
Dreaming. Yes. This must be some kind of sex dream. It has to be. I relax into the warm, muscled chest. A hot mouth kisses my neck. A thumb trails over my bottom lip.
“Open up.” A deep voice says.
I do, fully expecting a dream-dong in my mouth, but instead cold glass chinks against my teeth. Sweet bubbles explode against my tongue, and my eyes fly open. I sit up before I choke. Cyrus holds me closer, pouring champagne between my lips.
I swallow, then look around, disorientated. I’m in Jack’s bed, still naked from my shower, and uncomfortably wet between my legs. I lift my hand out from under the covers and flush. Jesus Christ. Did they just walk in on me touching myself in my sleep?
“You look flustered,” Cyrus murmurs, taking my hand and examining it.
“Was I just—”
“Look, it’s normal. I’m sure any sex dream that involves me is incredibly overwhelming.” His dark eyes melt into mine as he lifts my sticky fingers to his mouth and sucks them clean. My stomach bottoms out as he flicks his tongue over my skin.
“Eat up,” Jack says, climbing into the bed behind me. He’s holding a plate of chocolate-covered strawberries. He settles my back against his chest, then selects a strawberry and holds it to my lips. “We need to revive you.”
I take an obedient bite. Juice bursts out of the ripe fruit, mingling with the sweet tastes of champagne and chocolate on my tongue. I lick my lips, my brain still fuzzy. “Okay. For the record, this is the best way anybody has ever been woken up, ever.”
Jack laughs, bending to press a kiss to my bare shoulder. “We ordered in dinner. You overslept. Come on, before it gets cold.”
I glance out of the window. It’s getting dark outside. “Shit. What time is it?”
“Almost seven. You slept for hours.” He gives me his juice-covered fingers to lick, then points to a clean t-shirt and boxers folded neatly on the end of the bed. “You can wear these.”
I wriggle into the clothes, then turn to Cyrus. He’s sitting on the mattress, watching me silently, his dark eyes hooded. “Carry me?” I ask. “Randy Romeo style?”
He chuckles, reaching for me. “That’s a pretty dangerous request. I know lots of positions.”
A memory of him flipping me upside down and wrapping my legs around his head flashes before my eyes. He must see the alarm in my face, because he snorts and settles me in a very respectable fireman’s lift, carrying me out into the lounge.
Cyrus has set out a picnic, a lot like our first date. Instead of pasta, we’ve apparently gone for steak this time; four plates are set out on a red blanket, steaming under plastic covers. He’s whipped out the electric candles again, and a couple of bottles of champagne are chilling in an ice bucket. Classical music from one of Cami’s sleep playlists is playing in the background.
“Is this our new tradition?” I ask, looking at the spread of food. “Eating on the floor?”
“It’s a lot easier to touch you when you’re not sitting at a table,” Cyrus says in my ear, pinching my butt, and I hide my smile in his shirt.
Sebastian is already sitting down, pouring flutes of champagne. “Do you want regular or pink?” he asks, glancing up at me. His mouth drops open as he takes me in, his steely eyes darkening. Spots of colour bloom on his cheekbones.
“Regular, please,” I say as Cy settles me on the blanket. My bum barely touches the floor before Seb reaches over and pulls me right into his lap, pressing a hard kiss to my mouth. When we finally gasp apart, my whole body is hot again.
“What was that for?”
He tugs the hem of the oversized men’s shirt Jack gave me, then kisses my neck, trailing his warm lips down my spine.
Jack grins. “He has a thing for girls wearing his clothes.”
Cyrus snorts. “Thing. It’s pretty much a kink, at this point.”
“You look good,” Sebastian rasps, trailing a hand down my bare leg.
“So do you,” I say honestly. “Much better.”
He wasn’t feeling great earlier today, so I shoved him into bed to sleep off the burgeoning headache. It’s been a difficult week. What with Cami teething, and Seb and Jack stressing over the launch, everybody’s been a bit on edge. Now, though, all of that tension has melted away. The boys look loose and relaxed, sprawled out over the floor.
“What happens now?” I ask, as Jack spoons mashed potato onto my plate. “Is the app available?” My fingers are already itching to play it. He hasn’t even let me look at it.
Jack shakes his head. “It’s in review. The app store needs to check that it meets their guidelines, then I get to press the launch button.”
“Will it be live before you get to America?”
He nods. “Hopefully. They’re usually pretty quick.”
I lean over to press a kiss to his cheek. “I’m so proud of you.” I glance across at the other men. “All of you.”
“Yeah,” Cyrus says blithely. “I reckon my body rolls really added a lot to the process.”
“You’re going with them to the convention, aren’t you?” I point out. “So I’m proud of you too. It’s crazy how hard you all work.” They all exchange a soft look over my head. “What?”
“Nothing,” Jack says. “You’re just very sweet.”
I roll my eyes. My phone chimes on the counter, but I ignore it, leaning back into Seb and studying the other two men.
I’ve not slept with all three of them yet. Because of their work schedules, I’ve spent the past week going to bed with Sebastian, and waking up with Cyrus. It’s been great spending one-on-one time with them both, but I’m dying to have them all together. Even the thought of it makes me squirm.
Cyrus leans closer, taking a sip of champagne. As I watch, he meets my gaze, grins, and then tips the glass, letting a drizzle of cold liquid drip down the side of my throat.
I grimace. “Cy—”
“Oops.” He dips his head and licks it right off, making my eyes flutter. “Sorry about that.”
“You’re awful,” I mumble, and he smiles against my skin.
“You love it.”
My phone chimes again. I ignore it, guiding Sebastian’s big palm up to my breast. He squeezes me, and my back arches, a sigh falling from my lips as Cy trails his tongue up to my earlobe.
My phone chimes again. And again. And again.
I frown. “Ugh. I should probably get that. It might be important.”
Jack leans up and grabs the phone, passing it over to me.
“Thanks, honey.” I check the screen. All of the texts are from Benny.
B: BETH CALL ME BACK
B: ANSWER YOUR PHONE
B: I DONT CARE IF YOURE SLEEPING OR CHANGING A NAPPY OR YOUVE GOT A DIFFERENT MAN IN EVERY ORIFICE OF YOUR BODY
B: THIS IS IMPORTANT FFS
“Jesus,” I mutter, standing. “One sec.” There’s not really anywhere private I can go in the flat, so I tug my clothes back into place, brush back my rumpled hair, and head out into the hallway, tapping return call. Benny picks up after the first ring.
“Beth!”
“This better be an emergency,” I warn. “Someone better be dying.”
“No one’s dying. But you’re not going to believe what Tony just showed me.”
Benny and Antonio have already been on a handful of dates since the night at the club, and Benny’s been on cloud nine all week. I’m very happy for him, but I’d definitely rather not hear about all the details right now.
“Was it some kind of sex move?” I say dryly. “Because I’m pretty sure I was just about to have my first foursome, so if you interrupted me just to tell me about your boyfriend’s junk, I’m not gonna be happy.”
“Holy shit, you’ve got like, a whole harem now. And no. This is not junk-related news.”
“No? Okay, let me guess; he dragged you into the bathroom and screwed you so hard it hurts to sit down.”
“What? No.” He hesitates. “Well…”
“Okay. Did you perchance call to inform me that you want to stick your tongue up his—”
“Bethany Sarah Ellis,” he interrupts. “Be quiet and let me speak. I’m on break, I only have a few minutes. This isn’t about me, it’s about you.”
“Hm?”
He takes a deep breath. “Tony thinks he’s found your birth mum.”
