Page 264 of Wrong Pucking Player

“I didn’t think you’d show up,” I hear Armani’s deep voice. With how thick it is with sleep, I’m sure he just woke up.

“I almost didn’t,” the familiar voice belongs to Wyatt. “Didn’t think the finalizing of Xandra’s suite would take so long. Leo wasn’t impressed, but at this point, I think the construction company will just have to take the liability or enjoy being sued.”

“It’s still that bad?”

“We fix one thing, another thing goes downhill. The stove was acting up tonight, so they’re probably going to have to replace it.”

“What a mess,” Oscar grumbles.

“I’m over that place,” Wyatt groans. “I can’t wait for us to move into the new on…” He trails off before he whispers, “Fuck. We have to tell her.”

“I told her,” Armani mumbles, sounding as if he’s already falling asleep. “Before we fucked for far too many hours.”

“Lucky fucker,” Wyatt grumbles, clearly disappointed he missed out. “I was being a handyman while you were enjoying Xandra all night long.”

“I regret nothing,” Armani mumbles. “Though, I’m not good at fixing shit. That’s your job at the new house.”

“And your role?”

“I’ll cook.”

“You know how to cook?”

“I actually do.”

“I can’t see you in an apron, Oscar.”

“Don’t need one. I can just walk around bare-chested.”

“If you get oil jumping onto your pierced nipples, don’t come crying to me.”

“I’ll go cry to Kenzie,” he declares. “She’ll kiss the pain away.”

“Unbelievable,” Wyatt sighs. “Can I borrow your shower?”

“Have fun and don’t drop the soap.”

“Funny.”

Another kiss to my flesh makes me stir before I relax in my side position. An arm tightens around me, the soothing breathing encouraging me to drift back to sleep.

When I wake up again, it’s thanks to the creak on the bed that comes from in front of me.

A hand tenderly moves a few strands of my hair that tickle my face, encouraging me to stir again before I catch onto the nice smell of shampoo and Irish soap.

Opening my eyes just slightly gives me the sight of Wyatt lying on his side next to me. We’re facing one another, his chest bare as he reaches for the blanket and covers all three of us. Once he’s settled, those softened eyes met my lazy eyes.

“Hey, Wildflower,” his voice is so soft. “Sorry, did I wake you?”

“No,” I mumble and use my left hand to reach out to him, so I have some sort of physical contact. He takes that as an invitation to further snuggle in, leaving me sandwiched between the two chiseled bodies.

It sounds as though Oscar is deep asleep, leaving us to have this moment to ourselves.

“You should sleep,” he encourages and kisses my cheek. “You look worn out. For good reason.” He sounds far too amused with that last comment.

“No,” I mumble, but I can barely keep my eyes open. “I want time with you.”

Wyatt chuckles and kisses me sweetly.

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