Page 68 of The Layover

“I know. But give me the promise anyway, for both of them.”

Not for you or me? The question died on my lips. Of course not for us. We knew what this was, and there was no reason to deny it. “I promise. I won’t sneak out in the middle of the night tonight.”

“Thank you.” Raul squeezed my fingers.

We returned to the Diego and Eloise, and at my Yes, she cheered

Which warmed me in a way I didn’t want to admit.

My friends from home went their way, and I left with Raul, Diego, and Eloise. She kept hold of my hand most of the way home, and when we reached their apartment, she wanted to show me everything.

“Ellie, it’s bedtime.” Raul told her.

The child’s pout only lasted for a second, before she grabbed my hand again and pulled me toward her bedroom. “You can tuck me in, and read me a story, and give me a good night kiss, like a real mommy does.”

Was that my heart cracking in my chest? Why was this all hitting me so hard tonight? Like this entire arrangement, my being here now, was the best thing that could’ve happened to me. Where did this feeling come from?

Regardless, I couldn’t shake it. It was my birthday, I was feeling contemplative, and that seemed like a good excuse to just go with things for the night.

Besides, this would be the last time I did any of this. The last time I made sure Eloise was content at bedtime, and snuck off to her daddies’ bedroom to do naughty things, and woke up at their place the next morning.

The last time.

I might as well enjoy all of it.

When Eloise was safe in bed and satisfied with her story, Diego led me to the other side of the apartment. Raul waited in their room, and the towels spread out on the bed tied my tummy into delicious knots.

“Thank you for tonight. It was like a fantasy birthday,” I said.

Diego cupped my cheek and the way he caught my gaze stole my breath. “There are plenty more where that came from.”

I didn’t know how to interpret a promise like that. Or I didn’t want to, I wasn’t sure which.

He brushed his lips over mine, and a spark lit my soul on fire.

Raul glided his fingers lightly down my back. “You still need to unwrap your presents, though. And yes, I mean us.”

I could deflect by teasing him about using a line like that, but I liked it. I was pretty much a sucker for everything to do with these two men. There was one problem with his suggestion, though. “I don’t know where to start. How am I supposed to pick?”

“Fair point.” Raul lay a row of light kisses along my shoulder, teasing the edge of my dress. “Maybe you should unwrap yourself, and we’ll help with the rest.”

Diego drew a thumb along my bottom lip, drawing a gasp. “I’m not picky about who takes off what.” His voice slid into that low, growling tone that made me wet even without his touch. “As long as it all comes off and I get to taste you. Christ, I fantasize about tasting you again.”

Their voices. Their smiles. Their bodies…

I couldn’t fathom turning down any of it. Not tonight.

But as I unzipped my dress, my earlier insecurity slid back to taunt me. This kind of hesitation wasn’t like me, but tonight I was feeling the I’m so old pretty heavily.

The way both men watched me helped me push aside self-doubt. Diego bit his bottom lip when I let my dress slip to the ground.

Hello, sexy.

Their clothes fell away as well, until the three of us were naked in the middle of their room. I didn’t have time to think about what next before Raul was pressed against my back and Diego was tracing teasing lines along my skin, pausing to kiss a spot every few touches.

With attention like this it was easy to forget I was older. They were younger. This was probably the last time I’d be with th—

Nope. Not going there. This was my birthday, and I was going to enjoy the fuck out of tonight. Out of them.

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