Page 88 of Kings & Chaos

I pulled out the chair next to me at the island. “Your birthday present. Come sit.”

Chapter33

Willa

My stomach fizzed with nerves as I slid onto the seat next to Oscar. This looked like any other Sunday morning in the kitchen, but it felt like something else. There was way too much subtext hanging in the air — my night with Rock and Oscar (which had blown my mind), the lust/hate between me and Neo, the mention of a birthday present, which should have been exciting, together with the statement about telling me the truth, which felt like something bad.

Neo stood near the window like always, as if he were afraid to breathe the same air as me, while Rock commanded his position near the stove.

“This doesn’t sound like a good present,” I said.

“It is.” Oscar leaned over and kissed me on the mouth, and sparks flared in my belly all over again. I’d had more orgasms than I could count the night before, first in bed, then in the tub after I’d soaked while Oscar changed the cake-smeared sheets, then again when we’d all gotten back into bed, supposedly to “sleep.”

Yeah, the sun had been leaking into the room by the time anything resembling sleep had happened.

Not that I was complaining.

Best. Night. Ever.

“Breakfast or present first?” Oscar asked. “I’m going to wait to poach the eggs until the last minute. Can’t have our girl eating cold food.”

“Well, now I have to say present,” I said. “After that whole truth thing.”

“Present it is.” Rock flung the dish towel he always used while he cooked over his shoulder. I’d never much cared if a guy cooked, but he looked stupid sexy in the kitchen, and therewassomething super hot about a guy who liked to feed me.

He looked good enough to eat in bare feet, faded jeans, and one of his signature white T-shirts, and he walked to the counter and turned around holding a little black box with a big pink bow.

He set it in front of me. “Happy birthday, kitten. From all of us.”

I glanced at Neo, half-expecting him to deny participating in the present, but he just stood there watching me.

I looked down at the present. “I can’t believe you got me a gift.”

“Babe, really?” Rock asked. “Of course we got you a gift.”

I looked from him to Oscar and back again. “I kind of thought you gave me my present last night.”

Rock grinned. “You deserve to have everything. Great sex, a big breakfast,anda gift.”

I pulled on the end of the silky pink ribbon and removed it from the black velvet box.

“You’re not going to ask me to marry you, are you?” I joked.

“You don’t think we’d ask you to marry us in the kitchen do you, tiger?” Oscar asked.

I laughed. “Pretty sure a marriage proposal is limited to two people.”

“Says who?” Rock asked.

“Um, the law?”

“Who gives a fuck about the law?” Rock asked.

“Yeah, fuck the law,” Oscar said.

I could only laugh, because these guys? These guys were too much.

In a good way.

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