Page 11 of Her Males

I fix the crumpled bedsheets and climb back under them while I wait for Gray and Silas to return. Seeing them together has helped calm a lot of my worries. They’re at ease with one another, and there’s no tension between us.

I cause all the awkwardness, and I hope that goes away with time.

I’m comfortable around Gray, but Silas is going to take some getting used to. He and I have always gotten along, but there’s always been a clear line drawn between us. The intimacy is new and, while I like it, it feels foreign.

“I’ll sleep in the middle so you don’t get too hot,” Gray offers, stepping into the room.

Silas isn’t far behind, and I happily scooch to the edge of the bed and make room for the two. I assumed I’d be in the middle since I’m the smallest and the only female, but I’m sure not going to complain if Gray wants it. The incubus loves attention, and I love having my own space.

It’s a win-win.

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I grunt and shove at the body actively rolling on top of me. Heavy limbs weigh me down into the mattress, making me feel suffocated and trapped. Why am I in the middle?

“Gray!” I huff, annoyed.

Gray lets out a low groan and swats at my hands. He still doesn’t move, though, and in my angry, grumpy state, I slam my palms into his chest with more force. The body, which I’m pretty sure belongs to Gray, finally rolls over to give me some space, and I breathe a sigh of relief.

“I’m hot,” I say, frustrated with the warmth the two men produce.

An arm snakes around my stomach and tugs me into a chest, and I grunt before rearing back and donkey-kicking the person behind me. I’m tired of being grabbed, and I’ve gotten half the sleep I need tonight.

We should’ve just fucking slept in Gray’s bed.

“Let me go!” I whine, pushing at the arm around my waist.

Instead of disappearing, it tightens, and before I know it, I’m being thrown over a chest and tossed out of the middle. I flail in a sad attempt to catch myself.

“Shut the fuck up, Charlie,” Gray says, shoving me toward the edge of the bed.

His mean words go in one ear and out the other as I sigh and sink into the mattress, enjoying the cool sheets. He can be angry all he wants, but if he wanted to get a good night’s sleep, he should’ve stopped suffocating me.

Unable to resist, I peek at Gray through my lashes. He’s fully awake and glaring at me, and I offer a weak smile before giving a slight shrug. Grumpy boy.

His eyes narrow in response to my smirk, and I hold in a laugh as he spins and reaches blindly for Silas. The blankets around his arms move as he tries to cuddle the fate, and a pained grunt slips from his lips as he jerks back.

It appears I’m not the only one looking for space.

Gray rolls onto his back with a huff, his arms crossed over his chest. Feeling slightly guilty that both Silas and I have rejected him, I inch forward and wrap my arm around his waist.

Silas turns and props himself up on his elbow, his black eyes sliding down my figure before he drops back on the mattress.

“I don’t think sharing a bed is going to work,” he says, his voice thick with sleep.

“We just need to give it time,” Gray urges.

Silas runs a hand down his face. “Can I go back to my room?”

Gray and I answer simultaneously.

“No.”

Silas is silent for a long moment before he rolls away. I give Gray’s waist a tight squeeze before tentatively slipping my hand into the waistband of his underwear.

Gray remains still as I curl my fingers around his length and hold him in my hand. It twitches, probably due to my cold fingers, but otherwise remains soft. I like that he’s letting me hold arguably the most sensitive part of his body, and I give it a gentle squeeze before kissing his shoulder and relaxing.

It feels nice to explore when there’s no expectation for me to make it feel good.

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