Page 153 of Accidental Theirs
She tilts her head. “Maybe.”
I look between the two of them blankly. “What space?”
Dominic laughs. “It’s like after a good session, when they go all spacey.”
“Oh.” I’ve experienced that but never knew there was a name for it.
I like the way it looks on Olivia, she’s so smiley and affectionate.
When she’s done, I pick her up out of the bath with a towel and take her to the bed, grateful that I sprang for the king-size since there are two big men getting into my bed with my girl.
Ourgirl.
Would that be all right? If she was ours, and we were hers? Could it be all right?
I climb into bed with her, and it’s a bit of a stretch, but we all make it, her between me and Dominic and Sebastian on the other side.
“I’m gonna want more in a few hours,” she says stubbornly and Sebastian laughs.
“I’m sure we can handle it.”
“Thank you.” She picks her head off the pillow tiredly. “Thank all of you.”
“Don’t you dare thank us, Liv.” Dominic kisses the top of her head. “We’re here for you. Whatever you need.”
Sebastian nods. “Whatever you need.”
I nod too, feeling a bit out of it still, and she entangles her legs with mine. Inmybed.
Maybe I hadn’t imagined two other men in bed with us, but it’s still nice.
Maybe Olivia is one of those women that can’t be tamed. Don’t I want her anyway?
I see the intimate way she looks at Damien, how flirty she is with Sebastian.
Do I fit in?
It doesn’t matter. If she wants me, I’ll have her. Anyway I can.
A couple of hours later, I wake, and it’s only me and Olivia in bed.
I get up, frowning and padding around the house, and Sebastian has left me a note.
Titan stuff. Called in about the merger. Willupdate you when we can.
Fuck. The merger. I’d almost forgotten, if that’s possible.
Olivia doesn’t stir even after I make and drink a cup of coffee, so I pour her a cup with extra sugar and no cream, just like she likes it.
I place it on the nightstand and crawl back into bed, nudging her with my hip.
She whines in her sleep and opens one pale green eye.
“No, it’s early.”
“It’s nearly eleven, silly.”
She bolts upright. “Eleven? What about work?”
