Page 80 of We Will Rule

I wake up in the morning feeling like I’ve slept forever, feeling the comforting warmth of Ezra against my back. I know it’s ridiculous, but I’d missed him, and last night was great. There’s a soft knock on the door, and Sawyer peeks his head round. I grin at him to show him it’s okay to come in, and when he brings coffee, I think I get hearts in my eyes. He’s in only sweats, hair still damp from a shower, and his muscles ripple as he bends to put the mug on the side. He looks utterly and divinely edible. Catching me checking him out, he raises a brow, and I lift the duvet in front of me to invite him in. Yes, I may have some issues with how this is working out, but we’ll let my libido take charge for now. Enjoy the good times while they last. The serious conversations can wait for later.

He lays on his side facing me, twirling a loose bit of hair around his finger.

“Morning, Angel,” he says softly. I glance back to check if Ezra has stirred, but his hand still rests heavy on my hip.

“Morning,” I reply, trying to wriggle forward for a kiss, but Ezra’s hold tightens, pulling my body further against his.

“Where are you going?” he asks playfully, voice deep with sleep.

“Stop being greedy, Ezra,” Sawyer mocks as he closes the space between us instead. My skin prickles as I become aware of the position I’m in—naked and sandwiched between two of the hottest guys who, for the moment, are both mine.Holy hell.

“I’ll always be greedy for Harlow,” Ezra says into my hair. He lifts my knee and places it so it’s over Sawyer’s legs as Sawyer lifts the duvet and ducks his head, taking my nipple into his mouth. “Don’t think I didn’t notice those territorial markings,” Ezra huffs as Sawyer grins against my breast, although, if anything, it seems to have made Ezra more turned on to see what Sawyer had left on me. Maybe inspired to leave more marks of his own. And with Sawyer encouraging me to send the photo, I think this multiple partner thing is going to be a lot of fun.

Ezra runs a hand down my ribs, over my waist and hips, before squeezing my ass roughly. I arch my back, pressing back into Ezra and forward in Sawyer, knowing I need more than this teasing. Ezra kisses the side of my neck, and if either of them care about how close they are, they don’t say anything. Ezra’s hand creeps down to cup me from behind before sinking a lone finger into my heat. My hips begin rocking of their own accord, desperate for more, when Sawyer adds a finger right in with Ezra’s, and I nearly combust. They both slow as I quiver around them, backing me away from the edge, and I manage to suck in a breath.

“What, are you both psychic now?” I ask. I canfeeltheir amusement.

“No, but we both know what you like.” How they can know that already, I don’t know, and I go to say exactly that, but their hands start moving and they speed up, and all thoughts leave my mind as they both fuck me with their hands. Sawyer continues weaving magic with his mouth in the front, and Ezra presses against me from behind, not entering but I can feel his hardness against my rear, and I’m so damn close. A hard bite from Ezra to the side of my neck tips me over, and I explode, moaning unintelligible words as I writhe and they carry me through it.

“Fuck, you’re so beautiful,” Sawyer breathes before I even open my eyes, and his lips press to mine.

“Okay, my turn to watch you come,” Ezra declares, rolling my near-limp body over and pulling me down the bed with him. “How about we repeat that little performance with better equipment?” Does he mean... what does he mean? My thighs tense just thinking about it, and even though I came less than a minute ago, a new urge starts to build. These guys make me insatiable.

He spins me and pulls a leg over his hips as I roll over to straddle him. He hugs me, and I kiss him for the first time this morning. I feel a hand lace into my hair as Ezra lets me go, and Sawyer pulls me back gently so I’m sitting over Ezra’s lap, my back against Sawyer’s front, with my head turned to see Sawyer and his molten eyes. Have they ever looked so dark?

“Keep your eyes on me,” he demands, and I do, even as Ezra lifts my hips and then lowers them again as he pushes up into me. “Jesus Christ,” Sawyer groans as my mouth pops open on a moan.

Ezra grips my hips tighter as he thrusts, and as Sawyer lets my hair go around my shoulders, I turn to see Ezra’s eyes glued to the spot where we’re joined.

“Lean forward, Angel.” I clench around Ezra at what Sawyer’s words mean, and he groans. I turn my head to the side to flick my hair over my shoulder before I do—and catch a glimpse of someone else in the mirror. It’s so sudden and unexpected that I scream and throw myself to the bed, attempting to cover myself with the duvet.

Sawyer is out the door immediately, and when I hear a thump, I throw a discarded T-shirt and shorts on to go after him. He has Eli up against the wall with his forearm over his chest. Thank god he hadn’t taken his sweats off yet.

“What the fuck are you doing?” he yells in his face, pressing him harder into the wall.

“Nothing,” Eli says quickly. “Sorry! I was just looking for Ezra.”

Ezra steps out of the bedroom, now wearing underwear, but he pauses behind the wall, a confused expression on his face. He hangs back where Eli can’t see him, letting Sawyer take the lead.

“And peeking at the show?” Sawyer spits. “Getting an eyeful of our girl?” I’ve never seen Sawyer so angry or looking so dangerous.

“No, I’m sorry! It was an accident, I swear. I only saw her as she saw me.”

He looks genuinely scared and apologetic, and he is my boyfriend’s family, so I gently grab Sawyer’s elbow.

“Sawyer, it’s fine. It was a mistake. We should learn to lock the door,” I joke. He doesn’t react for a long moment, but finally, he releases him and stalks back to the bedroom. As soon as he’s out of earshot, Eli’s demeanor changes, and he looks me up and down with a leer that screws his whole face up.

“Seems you like being shared around, gorgeous. What’s one more pair of eyes?” I’m so shocked I can’t even respond. Unfortunately for him, Ezra hasn’t left with Sawyer, and quicker than I can comprehend, he’s in front of him and throwing a fist into his face. Blood spurts from Eli’s nose as the force makes him bounce off the wall and to the ground. Ezra has a hand around his throat before he’s even rolled.

“What the fuck did you just say?” he asks him, his voice deathly calm.

“Shit, I’m sorry! I shouldn’t have.”

“Not to me.”

“Sorry, Harlow!” I nod numbly. I have no idea what’s going to happen between them now. I don’t want me to be the reason they fall out, and I feel responsible somehow, like I wound him up with my mistakes.

“Now get the fuck out and don’t come in here unless you’re invited. If I hear you say anything like that to her again, we’re gonna have problems. Brothers or not.”

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