Page 110 of Their Wicked Ways

“What’s going on in that head of yours?” Ez asked. “I can practically hear the gears grinding.”

“Nothing.” Pushing those thoughts aside, I pressed a kiss against his strong pec. I didn’t want to think about that right now. I just wanted to enjoy waking up with someone, or two someones, for the first time in forever.

“Are you sure? Is there anything that happened last night that you want to talk about? Anything that was too much or went too far?” Wes ran his hand over my hip, then gently rubbed my stomach.

“No. I loved every second of it.”

“Same.” Wes dropped a kiss on my shoulder.

“Me too. Are you hungry?” Ez asked.

I was about to tell him no, but my stomach growled, almost on cue.

Both men laughed softly.

“I take it that’s a yes.” Ez gently tipped my chin up so I was looking at him. “How about you get some morning snuggles in with Wes, and I’ll go make us something to eat?”

“Yeah, okay.” My cheeks felt hot.

Was I seriously blushing because Ez was going to make us breakfast?

I’d turned into a whimpering, blubbering mess on their cocks last night and begged them to fuck me, but I was getting all weird about us sharing a meal together?

Ez smiled. God damn, he was beautiful.

Ezra was hot. There was no question. His broody smolder could bring me to my knees on a good day. But right then, with his messy bedhead and little creases from his pillow on his cheek softening his features, he was beautiful.

I let my eyes flutter closed as he leaned closer, anticipating his kiss.

It was just as soft and sweet as I expected, and my head was spinning when he finally pulled back.

“C’mere.” Wes gave my hip a little tug as Ez propped up on his elbows.

Awkwardly, I rolled to face Wes.

“Hi.” He brushed a lock of hair back from my forehead with a tender smile.

“Hi.”

Awesome, now my ears were hot. Hopefully my face wasn’t as red as it felt.

The bed dipped as Ezra got up, and a moment later, I heard a drawer open and close. Then there was only silence.

Wrapping his arms around me, Wes pulled me against his firm body and held me close.

I melted against him.

I’d never been a fan of sharing a bed, or of prolonged cuddles. But I liked it with them.

Maybe that was because I was the one being cuddled and not the other way around?

“You sure you’re okay?” Wes asked, tracing his amber eyes over my face.

“Yeah.” I thread one of my legs between his to get even closer. “I’m good.” I studied him for a moment. “Are you?”

Wes gave me a sleepy smile, and my breath caught for the second time in as many minutes.

Sleepy Wes was just as hot as sleepy Ezra, but it was the intimacy of the moment that hit hard.

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