Page 56 of Too Many Beds

By the time I’m done cleaning myself up and splashing water over my flushed face, Vance has already tugged on his clothes. He lifts princess in his arms and carries him back to his room,pressing a kiss to his forehead. “I got you, sweetheart. Time to get some sleep now. You better stay in your bed this time. Ambrose is an early riser.” His chuckles grow quieter as he enters the bedroom.

I dress and collapse back in the recliner. Vance quietly closes the door behind him and grabs two bottles of water from the fridge. “Princess is out like a damn light. He started snoring almost as loud as your ass as soon as I tucked him in.”

I laugh. “He wore me out just as much.” I take the bottle of water from Vance’s hand as he makes his way back to the couch. Cool liquid hits my throat, the ache lessening with each gulp. I drain the bottle and toss it onto the coffee table, laying back the head of the recliner.

The ceiling spins and I smile, closing my eyes as Vance tells me, “I can’t wait to be between Oakley’s thighs again. Hopefully, next time I’ll be licking all our cum out of him.”

I drift off to the image, hope fluttering in my chest that it’s a lot closer to becoming our reality than it was before.

Chapter Six

Oakley

Low moans stir me awake, along with a salty taste strong on my tongue. My eyes fly open and a taut stomach covered in tattoos is resting in front of my face, my lips wrapped around a thick cock. I back away, panic rising in my chest as I take in Ambrose’s and my naked bodies. Not again. His eyes remain closed and he stirs, his legs closing in on me.

His face moves from side to side and his lids flutter open. As I try to hurry off the bed, my arm is grabbed before my feet can hit the floor.

“Oakley?” Ambrose lifts his head, his eyes squinting.

“I must have stumbled in here by accident.” My voice is hoarse, my throat sore and throbbing. “Got lost in the middle of the night after going to the bathroom. I’m never fully with it in the middle of the night. Usually half asleep.”

His gaze runs over my body. “You go to the bathroom naked in a cabin full of strangers?”

“I told you I’m not very oriented at night and you’re not a stranger. Not even close.”

“You keep looking at me like I’m one. Well, most of the time. Whenever the same old familiarity does hit your eyes, I try to hold on to it for as long as I can.”

“Why?” My pulse races in my ears.

“Makes me feel like I’m back where I was two years ago.”

“Why would you want that?” My chest hollows when I remember sending him text after text with no answer.

His brows knit together. “Why wouldn’t I?”

“You’ve avoided me all this time, almost like you wished to be rid of me. I’m sorry my dad made you come back into my life.”

“I’m not.” He blinks up at me, stroking my arm.

“I don’t understand.”

“There’s something I want to talk to you about. I should have brought it up before instead of being a damn coward.” He holds my stare before looking down at his naked body. “Where did my clothes go?”

I swallow the dryness in my throat, unable to meet his eyes. “I think I took them off. I?—”

“Still do things in your sleep that you don’t remember?”

“Yeah.” I shut my eyes, my chest hurting every time I take a breath.

“It’s okay. Look at me.”

I shake my head, tears pouring from the corners of my clenching eyes. “I can’t, Ambrose. Not after what happened last time we were in this exact situation.”

“What if I say I don’t plan on running away again?”

“But what I did to you while you were sleeping?—”

“You were sleeping too.” He strokes my cheek the same way he used to and I open my eyes, finding no judgment in his. “You were asleep, right?”

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