Page 8 of Her Males

I stare into my pajama drawer for a long moment before pulling out one of Gray’s shirts. It falls to my mid-thigh, and it’s both comfortable and appropriate. My underwear is next, and I grab a cheeky black pair and slip them on.

They’re comfortable but also cute enough that I won’t be embarrassed if Silas sees them.

Gray’s leaning against my bathroom door, waiting, and he doesn’t bother hiding his appreciation for my outfit as I walk into his room.

He’s got the largest bed, so it only makes sense we sleep in there.

Silas strolls into Gray’s bedroom the moment I reach the bed. He’s wearing only a pair of underwear, and I can’t seem to look away from his muscular chest as he points to my bedroom door.

“I’ll sleep in Charlie’s bed, but I’m not going anywhere near Gray’s,” he says.

What’s his problem with Gray’s bed?

“Gray’s bed is bigger,” I argue. “And he just got new sheets.”

I helped pick them out, and I’m quite fond of the soft cotton. They’re much better than the silk he had before, and I no longer feel like I’m going to slip off the bed. Silas approaches as Gray disappears, and it takes everything in me not to stare at his nearly naked body.

I’m sure he wouldn’t mind, but I don’t want to be rude.

There’s also the tiny voice in my head that whispers that Gray will get upset, but I do my best to ignore it. I have to trust that Gray and Silas will be upfront and tell me if I do something either of them don’t like.

“I’ve been living with Gray for a long time, Charlie, and that mattress will forever be tainted in my eyes,” Silas says, cupping my cheeks. “Besides, your bed is smaller, so we’ll be forced to cuddle. I thought you’d like that.”

He runs his thumbs over my cheekbones, the touch distracting.

“I like my space, actually,” I say, shooting my arms out to my sides. “So I can sprawl.”

Silas snorts and pulls me into his arms. My pulse races as he tosses me over his shoulder, and I glare at his back as he carries me into my room. Both his hands rest on the backs of my thighs, his fingers dangerously close to my butt.

I wonder if he knows I’m not wearing any shorts under my shirt. Probably. Not much gets past these men.

Silas drops me onto my bed, and I land with a squawk next to Gray. He’s already made himself comfortable under my sheets, and he looks mighty proud of himself as he lifts them and urges me to get under. I do so quickly, my heart beating out of my chest.

I’m about to sleep in the same bed as Gray and Silas.

Silas turns off my bedroom light before climbing in on the other side of me. He rarely goes to bed at the same time as us, and I wonder if he’s purposefully doing so tonight. The silence between us feels deafening once Silas finally gets adjusted.

What now? I stare at the ceiling and rub my feet together.

“I’m hungry.” Gray is the first to break the silence.

He rolls over, and a second later, I feel his fingers trail up my arm. His touch is light, and I hold my breath as Silas turns toward me. I clench my hands into tight fists by my sides. I want this, want them, but I don’t know where to start.

Gray finds his way to the bottom of my shirt, and Silas joins in to help him pull it up my thighs.

“Is this okay?” Silas asks.

I give a jerky nod. “Yes.”

Gray props himself up on his elbow and leans over me, and I can just barely make out his silhouette in the dark as he brings his mouth to mine. A small amount of his lust pours out as he kisses me, and I moan against his lips as his fingers find the waistband of my underwear.

“Spread your legs,” Silas says.

The sheets shift as Silas moves down my body, his lips grazing my thighs. He settles himself between them, and I drop a hand to the top of his head as he begins kissing my sensitive skin. Heat coils in my lower abdomen, and I roll my hips in a desperate search for friction.

He’s quick to provide it, and I smash my jaw shut as he pulls my underwear to the side and licks up the length of my slit. It feels good, and I arch my back as Gray slides down to join him.

The two settle comfortably between my thighs, and I wish I could see them in the dark room as I run my fingers through their hair.

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