Page 69 of Tangled up in You

This time, I laughed.

“Yes what, baby?”

“Could we try it? A relationship? Us being together?”

“I think we could absolutely do that,” Aiden spoke up.

“I agree,” Justin added, rubbing his sharp jaw.

“I’m with you,” I replied. I was so damn excited

A silly grin filled her face. “This went really well. Good talk.”

I snorted at her sarcasm. There wasn’t a handbook on what to do in situations like this one, though. And honestly, not much would change. We’d always taken care of Laylah and we always would.

“You need to eat some, baby,” Aiden said, snapping back into his role as leader. When Justin and I had arrived at the foster home, on the same day from different families, Aiden had already been there for two years and in the system for far longer than we had. We’d been so lost and he took us under his wing. When Laylah had come in several years later, we’d all stepped in, but Aiden had continued to be our leader.

“Okay,” she agreed with a small pout. “And then I can have a bath. It sounds so good.”

“What part sounded good? The bath or us seeing you naked?” I asked her with a wink.

“Both.”

“Oh, I definitely think it’s seeing that sweet body of hers without barriers,” Aiden argued.

“It is the sweetest body. I can sometimes see the curves of her soft breasts under her shirt and I just want to feel the weight of them in my hands and pinch her nipples. Are your nipples the same shade as your lips or lighter?” Justin asked. Damn him and his pillow-talking abilities.

Laylah’s chest rose a bit faster and her cheeks took on a pink hue.

“Hmm? Answer me, little love. Do your nipples match your lips?” Justin asked.

“Justin, she needs to eat.”

Protector Aiden was definitely back in full force.

“How about we find out after dinner?” I suggested. “I’d love to know if her sweet pussy is bare.”

Her eyes widened at my words. I wasn’t really suave like Justin or confident like Aiden, but I took damn good care of my women and I wouldn’t stop until I’d wrung out every delicious bit of pleasure from her body.

“Damn, Micah,” Justin said, laughing. I looked down and laughed too. I was already hard and tenting my pants.

CHAPTER 3

LAYLAH

Isat on the edge of the bed while Aiden stroked my hair.

“How are you feeling, baby?”

“Better. The medicine helped.”

“Yeah? Are you feeling sleepy?”

Tipping my head to the side, I thought about his question. “No.”

“Okay, if that changes, you let me know.”

“Yes, Sir.”

---