Page 33 of Emerge

"A break from sex?" I snorted and tapped the spatula on the side of the pan before pointing it at him. "Bullshit."

Morgan gave me a sheepish smile and looked toward the doors leading out into the back. "We weren't sure how it was going to work with the proximity. At home we all have our own rooms."

I stirred the eggs one last time before sprinkling cheese on top, turning them off, and putting a lid on them. "So, what exactly is the problem?"

I understood what the problem was, but I wanted to hear him say it. I was open to trying new things with all of them, but it seemed they weren't quite ready yet.

"It's awkward and complicated... are two of us supposed to stay out in the living room while you go have sex with the other in the bedroom? If two of us want you at the same time, does the other go hide out somewhere?" He slid off the counter slowly, flinching when his feet hit the ground.

The timer for the bacon went off and he turned off the oven before getting the bacon out and setting the pan on the stove. We moved around the kitchen quietly as I considered his point of view. We all needed to have a conversation about it instead of them pushing me away.

As if summoned by the bacon gods, Blake and Jax came out of the bedroom, both looking just as delicious as Morgan. It was nearly eight o'clock, which was quite late for them.

"Are you all feeling okay? You slept in." We made our plates at the stove and sat around the kitchen table.

"Just relaxed, I guess. That yoga yesterday really helped me center myself." Jax grinned before taking a drink of juice. "Sometimes we do sleep in, you know. It's been a rough couple of months."

I decided to rip the Band-Aid off and bring up the night before. "I don't want the sex situation to become awkward between the four of us."

Blake coughed as he swallowed a bite of bacon and then glared at Morgan. "You told her?"

Morgan shrugged. "She wasn't happy she got no sex yesterday. She should be involved in our conversations."

"I agree and think if you're going to be talking about it, I should have an opinion since I'm the one managing three dicks." They all gaped at me. "It's a tough job."

"We don't know how we feel about more than one of us at a time, so we didn't want to bother you with our issues." Jax's eyes didn't leave mine. "What do you want though?"

I looked away as my face heated. If they only knew the thoughts that sometimes went through my head, they'd be shocked. I didn't read young adult novels in my free time, that was for sure. "Would it be so bad to watch each other? That would be a start."

"I'm down for that." Morgan rubbed his hands. "I volunteer as tribute. Time to show these two what they're up against in the orgasm department."

I rolled my eyes and relaxed a bit. "It's not to compare each other. It's to build up to maybe, possibly, kind of having sex with more than one of you at a time."

"I maybe, possibly, kind of like that idea." Blake leaned over and kissed me on the cheek. "Jax, what are your thoughts?"

"I'm open to it." He continued to surprise me on a daily basis. He really did hide behind an asshole possessive exterior most of the time.

"No more withholding sex because you think I feel a certain way. If this is going to work, we might have to have awkward conversations." I stood and started clearing the table as they muttered their agreement. "Now that we're done discussing that, it's a beautiful day and we have some horses to ride."

Morgan laughed. "I know a good way to save a horse..."

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Gettingon the horses was easy for the most part. The hard part was feeling comfortable and confident enough to control the massive beasts.

We'd started our lesson with horseback riding safety and then headed out to a circular corral where the horses were tethered to a center post. Morgan had decided to sit out and was sitting on a bale of hay outside the fenced-in area.

Once we got the hang of how to ride, the tethers were removed and the corral was opened to a bigger area we could ride around in. We wouldn't be going on any trails because none of us were experienced enough, but it was exciting, nonetheless.

My horse, Buttercup, was a beautiful black beauty that was used for horse therapy. It made me feel more comfortable knowing she was the best of the best.

Just as I had that thought, Buttercup began speeding up. "Um, is this normal?" I raised my voice and clutched the reins.

"Pull back on the reins, just like we practiced!" One of the instructors walked out to the middle of the small field we were in as Buttercup picked up speed, circling the fencing.

"Woah!" I leaned back slightly and pulled on the reins.

Buttercup picked up more speed and I held on to the saddle horn. There was commotion as we rounded the edge of the area and she took off at a gallop toward the opposite side.

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