rfection. He’s not wearing a tie today. My hand drifts along his chest where it should hang. A pang of regret shoots through me as I realize I wasn’t there to tie it for him this morning, so he must not have bothered putting one on. God, I missed him. One night and I feel like I’ve been away for a week.
My hands creep up over those sexy shoulders and wind around his neck. Gazing up at the man I’ll always feel lucky to call mine, I inform him, “I’ve decided nights away from you should be reserved for very infrequent, special occasions. Death of a loved one, birthday—end of list.”
Sebastian smirks. “Missed me, huh?”
“So much,” I murmur, pulling myself up to kiss him.
Part gratitude and probably partially because he missed me in his bed, his touch is greedy and aggressive this morning. He grabs my ass and pulls me against him. He’s hard, and excitement shoots through my veins like a bullet train.
“Get a room.”
I gasp, pulling back, as Griff’s voice suddenly rings out from across the room. I didn’t think he was awake yet. I crept out of bed to shower, get dressed, and come make breakfast for Sebastian, but we were going to let Griff sleep in since he had such a hard day yesterday. I hope he didn’t hear what I just said.
Offering up a warm smile, I say, “Good morning, handsome.”
Instead of letting me go now that Griff is in here, Sebastian leans in and starts kissing my neck. Given how pissy it made Griff last night, I watch him. He flicks a glance our way, his gaze lingering for a few seconds, but he proceeds to the cabinet above the coffee maker and grabs himself a mug.
As much as I enjoy my husband’s affection, I know he’s just testing Griff’s reaction right now. That should make me enjoy it less, but nope. Eventually, he concludes Griff is in a better place today and he gives me one last kiss on the lips before heading to the table and leaving me to make breakfast.
Now that Sebastian isn’t all over me, Griff drifts closer, taking a sip of his coffee and looking at the veggies on the counter. “Need any help?”
I shake my head as I finish chopping up the cauliflower and start on the broccoli. “Nope, I’m okay. Thank you, though.” I miss a beat. “How’d you sleep?”
“Much better than I expected to,” he answers. “Thanks for keeping me company.”
He comes in for a brief kiss of his own now. “Of course,” I answer. Then, flashing him a hopeful smile, I add, “I hope you’ll come back to bed tonight, though. I’m greedy. I want both of my big, strong men in bed with me.”
He rolls his eyes, but nods his head. “I’ll come back to the bedroom.”
We don’t talk as I finish up the broccoli and move on to slice up a couple of potatoes. Griff lingers by me though, like he’d rather stand over here than go sit with Sebastian. I know he’ll get over it. I know it’s inevitable they’ll lock horn sometimes—they always locked horns sometimes, and that was before they occupied all the same spaces. Now they’re going to work together, live together, and sleep with me together.
Now that selling his house is less complicated, I hope they’ll hurry that along. I like having Griff here, but I want it to feel permanent. I want him to make this his home, not shuttle his belongings between places—especially now that the other house is tarnished by what has happened to Ashley. God, I don’t think he’s been back there since before, unless he went last night. I don’t want to make him go alone.
Flipping the veggies in the pan, I take a step back and drift closer until I’m standing next to Griff. He’s shirtless, wearing just a pair of sweatpants this morning. He looks damn good in just sweatpants.
“Have you gone back to the house yet?”
His gaze darkening, he looks down at his coffee cup and shakes his head.
“I’ll go with you, if you want,” I offer.
“I don’t want to go there at all,” he tells me.
Flicking a glance at Sebastian, I consider pointing out Sebastian could go instead, then he wouldn’t have to. Given what he said last night, I doubt he’ll take that route, even if it is easiest. He’s such a stubborn brute sometimes.
Struck by a peculiar sting of fondness, I smile softly and lean my head on his shoulder. He’s surprised by the contact, but he puts his coffee down so he can gently grab my waist and tug me around front, pulling me close.
“Good morning,” he adds, more tenderly. “I forgot to say that.”
I lean in and hover above his lips for a moment before kissing the corner of his mouth. “Good morning right back.”
“You snuck out of bed like a ninja,” he informs me.
I grin. “I had breakfast to make.”
“Seb might’ve starved,” he mockingly agrees.
I nod solemnly. “He probably would have.”