Page 50 of The Hate We Breathe
A low moan reverberates through the room and there’s no doubt in mind anymore if the others can hear us or not. They haven’t intruded, so maybe they’re just letting it go for now. Whatever the case, logical thoughts flee my mind as Gio’s teeth nip at my sensitive nipple. He cups and squeezes my breasts, flicking the tips, biting at them, pinching and rolling them until I drop into his lap and grind for all I’m worth.
Air seizes in my lungs. Almost there. I’m almost there.
“Harder.” Gio’s voice is gruff and no sooner has the word left his lips than he’s dropping his head once more and taking my other nipple in his mouth. So absorbed in the rush of relief as I am, I hardly notice the sound of the bedroom door opening or the dual footsteps entering.
A scream echoes up my throat as Gio reaches down with a solid, calloused hand and pinches my clit. My orgasm bursts out of me as I shudder and he grips me tight, slamming me down on his cock one last time.
The hot wash of cum fills me to the brim, soaking my insides and leaking around us to form sticky patterns on our thighs. Exhaustion claims me and I sag onto Gio’s chest. Twin shadows appear beside the bed and I blink through a bleary, sleep-desperate mind.
“It’s okay, Jules.” Nolan’s voice is calm, strong. “Go to sleep. We’ll take care of you until you’re awake.”
Never in my life have I ever been more grateful to have someone watching over me as I sleep. Because it’s those words that finally give me the permission I need to let go. My head hits Gio’s shoulder and I turn into his throat, kissing it once before I nuzzle into him, letting my hands wrap around the back of his neck.
Sleep descends like a cloak of darkness, and nothing has ever felt so sweet.
19
JULIET
In the morning, all three guys are piled around me like puppies. It’d be cute if I weren’t so goddamnhot. Just one of them acts like a space heater, but all three? Fuck no.
“Wake up,” I grumble, smacking Nolan’s arm. “We have to get ready.”
Nolan cracks open one eye, looks at me, and then snuggles down harder before closing it.
“Hey!” I turn and smack Lex, reaching over Gio, who’s still clinging to me like glue. Lex groans and rolls over.
“Five more minutes,” I hear him mutter.
Normally, I wouldn’t mind sleeping in, but I’m sweating and I honestly can’t stand it. Huffing with annoyance, I pry first Nolan’s arms off me before sliding out of Gio’s and then crawl my way towards the bottom of the bed. King-sized is definitely not three giant-ass football players-sized and everyone’s limbs are crisscrossed with each other’s.
Any other group of guys would have likely been rolling off the mattress and jumping up to shout “No homo” or some other toxic masculine bullshit when they realized that. But not my guys. They’ve known each other forever and I doubt they give a shit about sleeping in the same bed so long as they’recomfortable. I, however, really need a break from all the hot, male heat.
Fanning my face as soon as I manage to break free and stand up, I glance back at the three of them and shake my head. The clock on the bedside reads just before seven a.m. which means we do actually have some time.
I don’t waste a second of it, rushing into the bathroom to brush my teeth and relieve myself, then into the closet to grab clothes and change into them. By the time I’m done getting ready for the day, Lex’s actual alarm is blaring and all three guys are groaning as both Gio and Nolan demand for him to shut it up. I snicker as I slip from the room and head for the kitchen.
Twenty minutes later, I’m cupping a mug of liquid mana, carefully sipping the scorching hot stuff as I scramble eggs in a pan with my free hand. One by one, each of the guys ambles in, noses lifted to the air as they smell the food and coffee.
“Something smells good,” Nolan muses as he stops nearby and grabs himself a cup. My chest squeezes tight as he moves up behind me and presses the front of his body against my back. “Morning, Princess.” He drops a kiss to the top of my head and then is gone.
Next, Lex pops his head around the corner and eyes the space between Nolan and me as Nolan opens a cabinet and pulls out paper plates. I roll my eyes at his suspicious expression. “Hurry up and get ready, breakfast is almost ready,” I tell him.
He nods and disappears again. I turn to Nolan, frowning as I reach and lower the stove’s heat. “Is Gio going to be okay?” I ask, lowering my voice just in case he’s nearby.
Nolan glances over at me as he sets out the plates on the counter separating them easily so that I can scoop spoonfuls of eggs onto each. For what feels like an eternity, he doesn’t respond. In fact, I swear I can hear footsteps in the hall when he finally does and I’m sure I won’t get any answers about whatwent down the night before. To my surprise, though, Nolan doesn’t let that slight noise stop him as he looks me in the eye and gives me as honest an answer as he can.
“He will be, Jules,” he tells me. “We’ll make sure of it.”
My shoulders release tension I hadn’t known they’d been holding and I sigh in relief. That’s all I needed to hear, it seems. In the next instant, both Gio and Lex come around the corner. I turn off the stove heat entirely and start passing out plates.
“Hurry up and eat,” I say, “we’ve got to get going.”
No one argues as they grab their plates and forks and begin shoveling food into their mouths. Nolan is the first to finish and then Lex. Gio and I tie for dead last, but we’re fed and ready for the day and that’s what matters.
Together, the four of us gather our supplies—school bags, shoes, and anything else we need—and head outside. “Do you want to ride with us today?” Lex asks, passing a look over Gio as he palms his keys and stares at the faded red of his Firebird. I pause, waiting for his decision as I stand next to the passenger side of Lex’s SUV.
“I’m good,” Gio finally says, nodding to the SUV. “Go on, I’ll see you at school.”
