Page 82 of Unbroken

I couldn’t help it, but I snorted and closed my eyes, trying tofind some sort of control. “That never works,” I reasoned. “They always find out.”

She brushed her nose against mine and sighed. “I guess we should get out of bed then.”

And I was prepared to fight my baser instincts and roll out of the bed except she rolled her hips and nipped at my mouth.

Fuck it.There was no fighting it. “Five more minutes.”

THIRTY-SIX

Devon

After another thirtyminutes that ended with my mouth back between her legs, we decided to stagger our entrances downstairs. I slipped back into my room, took a quick shower, and changed before I walked downstairs first.

Voices and laughter carried up to the second floor, and I tried to wipe the obnoxious, very uncharacteristic grin off my face as I stepped into the living room. Everyone was lingering in the kitchen, but my eyes immediately shifted to the large floor-to-ceiling windows to my left that looked out onto the lake.

I was excited for our first lake day in a long time.

“Look who’s finally up,” Josh exclaimed from across the kitchen, where he was pouring orange juice. Everyone else turned to look at me, and I was instantly self-conscious like they could see the secrets.

“Sleep well?” Reed asked from his position at the stovetop. He flipped a pancake and then moved it onto a waiting plate. I crossed the kitchen and opened the cabinet directly above the coffee maker to find a mug.

“Yeah, I slept well.”

I poured coffee and added brown sugar to the mug when someone chuckled behind me. Turning, I saw Amanda seated at the island, trying desperately to hide her smile behind her own coffee cup. She was failing miserably, and I glanced around at everyone else. Ivy was wearing her usual sweet expression, but Reed, Josh, and James were looking back and forth between each other.

Fuck,they knew. None of them were any good at hiding what they were thinking.

Before I had the chance to say anything, and ask them not to be their usual selves, the stairs creaked, and all our heads shot in that direction.

Muttering a curse under my breath, I clutched my mug so tightly I was surprised it didn’t break. Blakely hopped down the final step and smiled over at us while I was trying to hide the hard-on that was growing behind my swim trunks.

She was barefoot and wearing a little black bikini and a partially sheer black cover-up. Her dark hair was partially pulled back, and her skin was glowing. She was fucking glowing, and it took more than the usual amount of restraint not to go to her and wrap her in my arms.

We’d crossed that invisible line that had always been there between friends and something more. And now that we had, there was no going back. My body, my heart, and my head were all in harmony—she was mine, and I was hers.

“Hey, B-dubs, how’d you sleep?” Reed asked, and the way he asked it broke me from the trance she’d put me in. I could hear the amusement in his voice.

“Really great. What about y’all?”

Josh shrugged and slipped into a barstool next to his wife. It struck me for a moment how weird it was to think of the throuple that way, but I threw them all—anyone who would look at me—a warning glance.

“Not too bad, but I didn’t get much sleep,” he said. Helooked between Amanda and Reed, and I relaxed, thinking that he was talking about whattheywere up all night doing.

“I’m sure you didn’t,” Blakely joked, coming to a similar conclusion. She rounded the kitchen island after eyeing the pancakes Reed was still preparing and stopped next to me. Opening the cabinet with the coffee mugs, she pulled one out and cut her eyes in my direction. A sly, knowing smile slipped across her lips, and I bit the inside of my cheek not to return it.

Unlike her, I was facing everyone else, and I could feel them watching us.

She poured her coffee and added a little bit of cream before taking a long sip and groaning quietly. That sound was too good and reminded me of all the dirty things?—

“Well, it wasn’t the sounds coming fromourbedroom that kept us up.”

I looked up to, sure enough, find every single eye in the room on me and Blakely. With her back still turned and the coffee mug near her mouth, Blakely stopped. She glanced back over at me and rolled her lips. Setting the mug on the counter, she asked quietly, “They’re looking at us, aren’t they?”

I took a deep breath and nodded. Slowly, Blakely turned, and we both faced the group. Josh and James looked like they were both going to piss their pants from restraining their laughter, while Reed and Ivy appeared expectant. Amanda was literally bouncing in her seat with her hands clasped excitedly in front of her.

“So, you all know then?” Blakely asked.

It was Reed who cocked his head to the side. “What do we know, Blakely? Please enlighten us.”

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