Page 48 of Breakaway

“Just need a second. You’re comfy.” Fletcher pinched my butt cheek, and I jumped, smacking him on the chest.

“Do you want me to pee on you?” I shrieked.

“You fell asleep.” He chuckled, and I rolled the rest of the way off and padded over to the bathroom, flipping him off over my shoulder for good measure and hiding my red cheeks.

When I returned, I stopped in my tracks. All three guys were sitting up in bed now, a tray of food in front of Dax. Where he’d been when I’d gotten up was now revealed.

“Good morning, Petal. We made you breakfast in bed. Well, me mostly.”

“Don’t get greedy, Goldie. We all planned it. You just put the finishing touches on it,” Reed said as he leaned over and grabbed a piece of fruit, popping it into his mouth.

Dax rolled his eyes but didn’t argue, smiling at me. He lifted his hand, and I stepped closer to accept it, allowing him to pull me onto the bed. Fletcher placed a pillow behind me once I settled, all three guys surrounded me. Reed took the fork and lifted it to my mouth, a bite of egg on it.

“So good,” I moaned as I chewed, all three shifting at my noise.

I took the fork from Reed so I could feed myself. Dax stood and brought back more plates for the others, and we all sat in bed, eating breakfast. It was oddly nice and intimate as we ate.

“What are your plans for your day off?” Fletcher asked halfway through.

“I have some calls to make for Sera’s bachelorette party and my rescheduled lunch with Macy. You able to come?” I asked, licking my finger.

“Huh?” Fletcher asked, staring at the fingers I’d just licked. He blinked before meeting my eyes. “Lunch. Right. Yes, I can.” He cleared his throat, then shoved a big bite into his mouth.

“What about you guys?” I asked, hiding a grin as I cleared the last of my plate.

“I have training sessions today. Not a day off for me,” Dax said, and I noticed his track pants and tech shirt, his hair pulled back.

“Speaking of,” Reed butted in, looking up from where he’d been petting Lady Sterling. “Dmitry approved for you to join the team as a trainer. He’ll get with you today to review your schedule and see if he needs to hire someone or if the other trainers can pick up some shifts that might overlap with hockey.”

“Thanks, man. It should be fine. Most of mine are hockey; I have a few snowboarders and skiers that I can shift. My PT clients are more flexible as is. I’ll get with him.” He smiled, his eyes shining with emotion. “So I’m a legit part of the team?”

Reed shoved his shoulder. “You’ve always been part of the team, doofus. But what do you think, DF? Has Dax survived enough hazing to be declared an honorary part of the Blizzards?”

“DF?” Fletcher asked, turning up his nose.

“Daddy Fletch can be cumbersome at times, and I don’t want to give the wrong impression to others if they hear me calling you Daddy. So, DF for short.”

Fletcher smacked Reed with a pillow, barely missing the plate and cat in Reed’s lap.

“Ass,” he grumbled, but despite his words, he chuckled at Reed before turning back to Dax and observing him. “He did have to deal with your lips on his, made breakfast, and participated in Reese’s video. I’d say he’s done enough.” Fletcher reached out his arm, gripping Dax’s in his. “Brother, shall our bond forever be sacred and united after the same goal.”

“Bringing Henley orgasms,” Reed interjected.

“I’m cool with that.”

I raised my hand, and all three guys turned toward me, smiling. I loved all three of them and the bond we had as a group, making our arrangement work. The friendship they shared with one another was just as sexy, making it my favorite thing after orgasms.

“Be good, Petal.” Dax leaned forward, giving me a kiss that had me considering throwing him on the bed and making him late for work. I whimpered when he pulled away, his smirk in place.

“You’re going to pay for that,” I teased, thoughts of edging him all day with sexy texts filling my mind.

Dax laughed as he left, clearly not worried. Reed scooted forward to wrap his arm around my shoulder.

“We’re going to pick on him all day, aren’t we? Please say yes. I lied. The hazing isn’t done because you want it to be. It’s done when you haze back. Amateur.” He rolled his eyes, grinning.

Giggling, I leaned my head onto his shoulder, his lips a centimeter from mine. I reached up and brushed my thumb over them. Reed’s blue eyes heated at my touch.

“What time are you meeting Macy?” Fletcher asked, drawing me back.

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