Page 91 of Altius
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They had me surrounded.
Cal was sound asleep in my nest.
Wyatt had made himself a makeshift bed in the soaker tub, using the extra bedding from my storage ottoman—and wearingmybasketball shorts—with bottles of sports drinks and a few bags of chips resting on the edge.
Sprawled across my bed, Joaquin was sawing logs, almost loud enough to drown out the sound of Owen’s efficient typing in my office.
That left just one man and one space.
Not caring that I was butt naked, I marched into my library and dropped into the sunken nest beside Alijah. Ignoring the bags under his eyes and the drivel playing on his laptop, I snagged my favorite gray weighted blanket, covering myself before cuddling up against him.
“Pretend I’m not here,” I mumbled. “Just want to sleep for a bit. I’ll even add another lunch to our tally.”
“Instead of lunch, how do you feel about Christmas shopping andThe Nutcracker? Joaquin and I are going on Saturday.”
Christmas was next week. I’d forgotten about that.
Had I bought gifts for anyone? Piper and Rory had both asked for something—but what? I couldn’t remember.
Too bad it wasn’t Easter. I excelled at hiding my own eggs.
“I don’t have a ticket,” I said.
Glancing up, I watched his cheeks darken with embarrassment.
“I see. Another one of your mate’s brilliant plans.” Draping my arm across his waist, I snuggled closer, letting out a massive yawn. “And I walked right into it.”
“Do you mind?”
“No, besides, I owe you.”
“You don’t owe us anything, Morgan. We want to be here.”
“I know.” My eyes drifted shut. “But I still oweyou.”
Alijah didn’t respond.
I pretended he was watching his show instead of my face while I slept. It made it easier to forget about our overdue conversation about his feelings for me.
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A cock this thick and delectable could only belong to Wyatt, and he was choking me with it. How divine…
Riding Cal, I nibbled on the skin of his dense left pec, leaving yet another impermanent mark on his body…
Fisting Joaquin’s dark hair, I tried to redirect his mouth from my overly-sensitive clit to anywhere else on my body—elbow, left big toe, gallbladder, eyeball, it didn’t matter—because I was going to combust if he gave me so much as one more lick…
Alijah keened as I sucked him to completion in the shower…
Cool fingers brushed my sweaty hair away from my face, and a telltale beep meant someone was taking my temperature.
“One hundred and two. Still.” Owen’s voice was as chilly as his touch.
And I wanted more.
Trying to blink away my bleary vision, I grabbed at the vague outline of his dress shirt, pressing his refreshingly cold hand against my sweat-slicked breast…
