Page 113 of Unforgettable

But the entire scene was erotic—two strong men dueling for power over each other and their feelings.

That kiss—although I wasn’t technically an active participant—felt like the culmination of years of repressed desires and feelings.

Feelings and desires that I hoped they would stop fighting.

Because if last night told me anything, it was that we needed each other.

Our early morning in the kitchen proved that to an extent, but the day ahead was going to make or break it. If we could all be on the same page and agree on what we wanted… the possibility made me smile.

How I’d managed to get to that point, I wasn’t sure. But I wasn’t going to fight it.

The possibility that something more was brewing between my guys was also a plus.

Someone—I think it was Josh—to the right of me stirred, and I opened my eyes only to be met with utter and complete darkness. I blinked a few times, then untangled my arm from Reed’s to scrub at my eyes.

Still dark, I realized I’d shimmied my way completely under the blankets. Reaching up, I pulled them down and grunted as the light streaming from the windows and the freezing cold air assaulted me.

Hurriedly, I scurried back under the covers into the warmth and immediately felt an ache in every part of my body. Especially between my legs, but that one made me grin to myself like a fucking idiot.

“Stop moving, it’s too early,” Josh murmured in a low voice drenched in sleep as he reached out for me, wrapping an arm around my stomach and tucking me close against him. My back to his front, he buried his face in my neck, and I could feel the tickle of his warm breath as he breathed in deeply.

I probably smelled like sex and sweat. But if I did, he didn’t seem to mind. He breathed me in a few more times, and when I attempted to find a more comfortable position, closer to the warmth emanating from his body, my ass brushed against something long and hard.

He groaned into my ear the same time I let out a tiny gasp, heat and desire instantly pooling between my legs, soreness be damned.

“Shhh,” Josh shushed, pushing his thick erection against me as I rolled my hips back into him. I swallowed the moan threatening to break free of my lips.

“Don’t want to wake sleepy over there.” His hand slowly inched up my stomach under Reed’s T-shirt I was still wearing from the night before, until he reached the bottom of my breast, running his thumb a centimeter below it.

“Too late,” Reed said, his voice also gruff and laden with sleep. We were all three crowded under the blankets, and through the minimal amount of light seeping in through an opening at the top, I watched his eyes flutter open. He was on his stomach, turned our direction and before saying anything else, his hand darted out.

Wrapping his arm around me, he pried me from Josh’s arms and pulled me to his chest.

“Good morning,” he said and kissed my nose.

“Asshole,” Josh muttered behind me but quickly scooted closer, resuming his position curled around me. I relaxed into him and hoped there wouldn’t be any tension. In the morning light, I knew there was a possibility that everything could look different.

“Good morning to you, too, Sunshine.”

Apparently my morning breath wasn’t an issue because Reed’s lips found mine in a gentle kiss I could feel down to my toes.

“Good morning,” I replied.

“Guys, I’m feeling a little left out over here,” Josh murmured into my hair.

I chuckled. “Your hand is currently making its way up my shirt. I’m not sure how you feel left out.”

Reed pulled back and stared down at my exposed stomach and where Josh’s hand disappeared higher up my shirt. His palm was firm and warm against my soft skin. It was a battle not to close my eyes against the closeness of them both, but I kept them open, closely observing Reed for any shift in his expression. Waiting for jealousy or anger to cloud the desire I’d seen a moment before, I realized I’d be waiting forever. There wasn’t even a hint of either emotion.

He enjoyed watching his best friend touch me, and it turned me on wondering if it was me or Josh he wanted to trade places with more. Because there was a longing in his eyes I couldn’t have missed.

Josh brushed one of my peaked nipples with his thumb, and my groan of pleasure quickly turned into one of annoyance when there was a knock at the door.

“Who the hell is at the door?” Josh asked from behind me, not pausing in his playful touches long enough for me to begin thinking about it. All I wanted and needed was in my bed, tucked safely under the covers with me.

“Ignore it,” I whined, only to hear a second, louder knock. “Fucking hell.”

I whipped the comforter back and was immediately accosted by the freezing air swirling through the room. “One second!” I yelled loud enough that, hopefully, the person on the other side of the door could hear.

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