Page 54 of Knight Life In Vegas

I shoved the thought down and took a few moments to relieve myself and brush my teeth. Everyone would be waking up soon, so I put on some coffee, finding a replica container that was full tucked behind my usual one that was nearly empty.

I definitely didn’t have that in there before. Checking the fridge next, I found it much more stocked than I remembered. Had they gone grocery shopping while I was delirious?

Warm arms wrapped around me, heat pressing against my back. “Good morning, querida.”

Goosebumps erupted over my skin, heat pooling in my belly as Eduardo planted a kiss on the curve of my throat.

“How did you sleep?”

“Great,” I squeaked out. “You?”

“Best sleep in ages. You weren’t about to try making breakfast for everyone, were you?”

“I mean, yeah. That’s what I do every morning.”

“Notthismorning,” he insisted. “Let me cook.”

“You guys have already done so much.”

“And it was our pleasure to do it.”

I frowned. “Let me help. I don’t know how to be at rest.”

“All the more reason you should practice. Go back to bed.”

I pouted.

“You stick that beautiful lip out for one more second and I’m going to have to kiss it.”

Desire rolled through me. Panic made me want to suck my lip back in immediately, but an edge of defiance took over and I kept it right where it was.

I almost lost my nerve at the fire in his gaze, but then his mouth was on mine and I was whimpering against his lips. My pussy ached as his hands swept down my body and pressed me closer. I shivered, locking my hands behind his neck, a needy whine rising up my chest.

Eduardo backed me up against the peninsula counter and lifted me right up onto it, slotting himself between my spread thighs. Every unpleasant reality drifted away and I threw myself headlong into his touch.

My instincts preened. I had slept between my alphas. They had taken care of me, taken care of my children, and they were still here wanting to do more. How on earth was I meant to deny that? I wasn’t sure I was strong enough to try.

A pair of lips dropped to my shoulder and two hands settled on my waist. “Hey there, duchess.”

Francisco. I was overwhelmed by the twining scents of orange and lemon oil, clove and pepper, paired with the warmth of their bodies.

I should deny it but just being near them had coaxed my body to life and I didn’t want to push them away. This was comfort of a different sort. They’d offered it before, and I desperately wanted to accept it now.

Francisco’s lips on my throat had me shuddering and I spread my thighs even further when Eduardo swept his hands up them.

He raised an eyebrow. “Is that an invitation?”

“Yes,” I gasped, knowing he’d want me to say it out loud. My body twitched as their grips tightened.

Eduardo rocked his hips, moving his hands to cup my ass and pull me closer, grinding against my clothed pussy until I was panting. He carefully tugged down the waistband of my sleep shorts and panties, planting my bare ass on the laminate countertop. The cool air meeting my heated skin had me shivering, but not as much as when he dipped his fingers to stroke me.

“Already wet for us, querida.”

I whimpered, leaning my weight back against Francisco, my vision swimming when Eduardo worked one finger in, followed by a second. I squeezed around him, already breathless.

Francisco walked his fingers down my body, teasing my clit until I was bucking against their touch. Eduardo claimed my mouth when a too-loud whimper escaped me.

Utterly overwhelmed with the two of them caging me in, I couldn’t do a damn thing except try to survive all of the sensations they delivered. Eduardo sank his teeth against the curve of my throat and Francisco closed his fingers over my mouth as they wrung my first orgasm from me. My vision darkened at the edges, hips twitching desperately, every nerve alive at being so expertly managed. It wasn’t myexactfantasy, but the pressure of Francisco’s fingers against my lips, silencing every pitiful sound that erupted from me, did funny things to my brain.

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