Page 27 of Knocked Up by my Best Friend's Brothers

I already miss the warmth of their bodies, the silky smoothness of skin on skin, as my bare feet touch the cool hardwood floor. My phone is precisely where I thought I’d left it, and I bend over to get it, which gives my men a full view of my rump.

Nathan lets a grunt escape his throat. “I want to wake up to that view every morning. Come back here already.”

“Hold on,” I laugh lightly and give him a quick, over-the-shoulder glance. “Got a few messages to check. Oh…”

I can’t help but lick my lips at the sight of them. Buck naked, sprawled across the bed, watching me with twinkling eyes and huge hard cocks that twitch under my gaze. Somehow, I manage to pull myself away from that glorious view and go through my texts.

“Oh, shit,” I mumble.

“What’s wrong?” Cassius asks, already sitting on the edge of the bed, alerted to the sudden change in my mood.

“I’m supposed to have breakfast with Teagan on the other side of town.”

“When?” he replies.

“Half an hour ago,” I manage, giving him a horrified look.

River is the first to get up and reach for his clothes. “Tell her you’ll be there in twenty,” he says. “I’m sure you can think of a good excuse.”

“I don’t have my car,” I reply, panic taking over. “And I’m in a hotel. I need a shower. I can’t wear last night’s clothes either. My makeup…”

“Half an hour,” he insists. “We have concierge services here. They’ll hook you up with whatever you need. And I’ll drive you.”

I give him an astonished look. “Are you serious?”

“Would you rather cancel and arouse Teagan’s suspicions? You know she’s like a dog with a bone if she catches a whiff of something.”

“He’s got a point,” Cassius adds with a shrug.

Nathan is already on the hotel’s landline. “Hi, yes, I need to speak to your concierge.”

“Holy shit,” I exclaim and quickly text Teagan with a thousand apologies before I bolt into the shower.

“So rude,”Teagan lovingly chides me as soon as I find her at the Stepping Stone Café near Hillside, one of our favorite spotsfor weekend breakfast and artisanal coffee. “More than an hour late!”

“Sorry. So, soooo sorry!” I exclaim and rush to hug her.

“You’re buying breakfast for this. I am starving!”

I laugh, but it’s not a real laugh. Teagan doesn’t seem to notice as I join her by the window. There’s an empty cup in front of her.

“Again, I am so sorry. I overslept and I didn’t hear my alarm.”

She gives me a wink and waves my concerns away, gold bangles jingling on her wrist. “Relax. I had two cappuccinos and a little scone while waiting for you. I’m not that famished.”

“But you could eat,” I reply, browsing through their breakfast menu.

“You couldn’t?”

“Oh, yeah, I’m beyond peckish after the week I’ve had.”

After the initial agitation fizzles away, I sink into the comfy, plush chair and look around. They’ve changed the decor since the last time we were here together.

Once I get my coffee and our club sandwiches, I start to feel normal again.

“Yeah, I heard about your first week from my brothers,” Teagan says. “I met them for lunch yesterday. Nothing but good things, mind you!”

The pang of guilt returns with a vengeance. I knew I’d feel this way after the deed was done. And boy, was it done and then some. My core is still tingling from last night, and I already crave more.

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