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.”