“Hey, you,” I teased Dermot.
“You slept in today,” he pointed out.
“I know,” I groaned, “but it was one day off, guys!”
Stratton shook his head, smiling. “Self-defense every day, angel.”
“And shooting twice a week, as in today,” Dermot pointed out.
“You could have woken me up.”
“Then we would still be in bed.” Stratton shook his head.
Dermot kissed me hard and then walked towards the entrance of the kitchen. “Tomorrow morning, baby girl.”
I muttered a curse as I opened my snack and Kingston ran a hand up my back. Once I was done, the five of us walked over to Yates’s house as I let the cooler breeze run over me, already looking for the twins, who I knew had come over here about an hour ago. I blushed, thinking about this past weekend when I had gone golfing with the two of them… That had just been an entirely unfair situation. I had been so worked up through the entire day because of how they’d been teasing me, and then I had been stuck having dinner with my parents instead of sneaking home with them.
Luckily, Lincoln snuck over later and fixed that and then some…and it helped that Sterling showed up the following morning and made my day with his mouth between my legs. I swear, I was the luckiest woman alive.
When we arrived at the bonfire, a sense of contentment settled in my chest, knowing that everything about this was exactly how it was supposed to be. No matter what my boys had done and what I’d been through, this moment was right. This was our future.