CHAPTER 6
I get woken up by a hard body pressing into my front. I think it’s the deepest sleep I’ve had since Meggy got abducted. Knowing she’s safe and at home made closing my eyes that much easier. Waking up seems a little more troublesome though.
Featherlight kisses get pressed to my cheek. I think I fell asleep somewhere in Jonah’s room? But everything that happened after we got Meggy back is kind of a blur to be honest.
“Good morning, Morgs,” Gil says.
“Hm, you’re not Jonah,” I answer sleepily.
He chuckles. “That’s just how every guy wants to be greeted in the morning.”
I pry my eyes open with a lot of effort, waking myself up somewhere along the process only to find my bladder about to explode. I try to get up, but get pressed down by Gil again. When I fully open my eyes in agitation, I find him very much naked and happy to wake me up. My mouth dries and I swallow hard, sleep disappearing to the back of my mind.
“Hold that thought, I really need to pee,” I say as I wiggle myself out of the bed and he lets me. It’s probably the best time I’ve ever made in a bathroom pit, because I manage to pee and brush my teeth in about thirty seconds flat. If they ever need someone for the pit stops in the Indy 500, I’m their girl, this just proves it.
When I walk out of the bathroom, there’s not just a naked Gil on Jonah’s bed, but a very naked Dean as well. I’ve had evenings where I’ve gone to bed seeing double, but I’ve rarely woken up like that. I take a step back, take in the sight and find myself having a hard time trusting reality.
“You know when they say that something seems too good to be true…” I cock my head and stare at them dreamily.
“Ah, what the hell do you care, babe? If this is just a really good sex dream, just go along with it,” Dean says as he puts his hair back up in a bun. The man makes a good point though. I take off my tank top and let my panties drop to the floor. Whether this is reality or not, I’m all in.
I crawl back into bed, taking back my already warm spot in the middle of it, where Dean starts stroking my skin immediately. “So, you both just stumbled into my room and made me a manwich for breakfast.”
Gil laughs out loud. “See, you don’t need coffee to wake up, you just need proper incentive.”
I let out a loud moan. “Coffee would make this sex dream even better though. No, wait, scrap that, if there’d be coffee, I’m dead and I’ve gone to heaven.”
Dean brings his nose to the soft spot beneath my ear. “Moan like that again,” he says, the air he moves out of his mouth giving me goosebumps.
“Make me,” I say, looking him dead in the eye. Right now, I’m feeling invincible and it’s making me brave. He wants me to tell him what to do? He can have it.
“Fuck, you don’t have to tell me twice,” he says, and he drapes himself over me and takes my nipple in his mouth. I catch Gil smirking at me before I let my eyes roll back in my head.
He lets his hands roam all over my lower body, stroking my belly, my hips, my thighs. Touching me anywhere but where I want him to touch me and it slowly drives me crazy. Dean bites down, and I moan again before I can hold it back.
“Good girl,” the blond chef praises me, making my hips shift forward involuntarily trying to find some kind of friction. I’m so aroused my own wetness slickens my legs.
“Stop teasing me, just touch me,” I say as I try to grab Gil’s dick, but somehow he manages to evade me. He grabs my hands at the wrists, takes both of them in one hand and holds them above my head.
“You think you can boss us around?” Gil growls. Oh, I think I poked his Dom-bear awake. I’m willing to take on these two men, but I don’t know if I can take them on if they act like beasts.
“Yes?” I answer, less sure than I was seconds ago. Dean is playing with my breasts and is being way too gentle with them. I’m not in a gentle mood. We’ve all been so careful for so long, I just want to let everything go. Release my inhibition, feel the rain on my skin.
Gil grabs my jaw with his free hand. “If you want to be boss, you’re going to have to make me, until then you’re mine.” I try to wriggle myself free from his grip, but get utterly fucking nowhere. His free hand slides over my windpipe, between my breasts and down between my legs where he presses his fingers in my slick.
I let my head fall back against Dean, basking in the glorious feeling of finally being touched where I want to. Gil slides his hand with his slick fingers through my legs all the way between my ass cheeks and softly presses against my puckered hole.
“You want a repeat of last time? Taking on more than one of us at once? You seemed to enjoy it.”
All I can do is moan in agreement.
The warmness of Dean’s body behind me disappears, and I hear him fumble in one of Jonah’s nightstands. There’s bound to be some lube there somewhere. When the bed dips behind me again, the sound of a cap being released fills the room and before I have anything to say about it, cold lube on warm fingers find my ass. Gil has retreated, making sure the war is being battled on two fronts as he starts playing with my clit.
“Tell me what it feels like,” Dean growls in my ear.
“So good,” I manage to stumble out.
His fingers slow down,and I can feel his breath hitch in his chest. “No, I mean, like, what does it feel like? What’s the sensation?”