This sharing shit was going to be harder than he’d first thought.

You’re doing it for her.

Because it was obvious that she was attracted to all of them.

And even though he was certain she would choose him, he found that he didn’t want to make her choose. He also didn’t want to lose his two best friends.

So he’d keep his jealousy to himself.

Salem didn’t fuck her, at least.

Sure, Alexei knew he would one day. Maybe Roman too. But that would come another day.

His head tilted to the side as he watched the two of them sleep. Roman was lying on top of the covers.

Always the gentleman.

No way would Alexei be lying there like that. He’d be under the covers with her plastered next to him . . . or on top of him.

He would likely sleep with his hands all over her. Maybe once cupping her ass or her pussy.

Or with his fingers deep inside her pussy.

Fuck.

He was growing hard.

You cannot get yourself off while they’re sleeping. You cannot get yourself off while they’re sleeping.

He kept repeating that mantra in his head. However, it did very little to help his hard cock that was pressing against his sleep pants.

Fuck.

What he wouldn’t give to crawl under those covers and push her legs apart. To eat that gorgeous pussy while she slept. To hear her cries as she shattered.

Right.

He really needed to think about something else before he came in his pants.

Roman was surprisingly at ease with her considering he didn’t really like anyone touching him.

Alexei moved to a chair that faced the bed and sat back, ready for a long night.

Because he’d tried to go to sleep in his bed. He’d tried to stay away. But his brain kept reminding him that she was under his roof.

Just a few feet away.

And it was a temptation he’d been unable to resist.

To his surprise, she suddenly sat up and looked around, her gaze going directly to where he leaned against the wall.

Shit.

Could she see him? How could she see him?

Unless . . . had she been awake since he’d entered the room?

That was . . . interesting.