Page 32 of Trust in my Heart (Desires of the Heart 2)

I don’t know how long it lasts but, when I come back to myself, they are both looking at me with a heated expression.

“Fuck, I will never get sick of watching you come,” Braxton says, and draws his finger from my body.

Dylan removes his too, and I feel completely empty now that they aren’t fingering me. That was a great way to wake up,” Dylan says, giving me a cheeky grin.

I roll my eyes at him, but there is a smile on my face.

“I don’t mind waking up like that,” I say with a wink.

My stomach growls loudly, ruining the moment. I’m sure that I turn bright red.

“Let’s get you fed,” Dylan says before getting up.

“Wait, what about you guys?” I say pointing to their very obvious erections.

They both shake their heads. “That was just for you. Don’t worry. We’ve got plenty of time for fun,” Braxton says, grinning and walking out of the room.

I grumble to myself as they both leave.

My stomach growls again. I realise I haven’t eaten since yesterday afternoon. As much as I want to have some fun with them, I know that they are taking it slow for my sake.

That thought has me smiling to myself as I head to the washroom to freshen up and do my morning routine before following the amazing smells in the penthouse.

When I get to the kitchen, Braxton has Dylan against the counter and he’s kissing him hungrily.

Well, now that’s a fucking hot sight to walk in to.

They pull away, and Dylan’s eyes find mine over Braxton’s shoulder.

“Breakfast is almost ready,” he says, his voice deep, husky, and so hot.

“I can see that,” I say, eyeing them up and down.

“Well, I don’t know if anything makes you sick, so I just went ahead and started off with, well, everything I could think of,” Dylan says with a shrug, but has a blush on his face.

I look over the counter and see French toast, sausage, bacon, eggs, toast, a fruit bowl, and hashbrowns being made.

My mouth waters at the sight. “Well, so far, none of those make me sick because it smells amazing in here.”

I lick my lips as I walk closer.

“Come sit at the table. Did you want some water or juice?” Braxton asks.

“Some orange juice would be good,” I say, looking at the food longingly.

“I’ll get you a plate,” Braxton says with a chuckle.

I nod my head, but don’t say anything.

Dylan and Braxton finish up breakfast. I have a couple plates full in front of me, plus every condiment they think I need, when Easton comes into the room rubbing his eyes.

“You guys are crazy waking up this fucking early for breakfast,” he grumbles, and grabs a coffee begore sitting down.

“You don’t have to get up. You could have gone back to bed,” I say with a frown.

He shakes his head. “I smelled french toast, and I know I have to come out and eat it while it’s still warm.”

I nod my head as I take a bite of mine. I give him a thumbs up to show him it’s delicious.

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