I shake my head, suddenly wanting to sleep for thousand fucking years. I close my eyes, breathing in and out, and then drag my lids back open. Lorcan is looking at me with a weird look on his face. I have to tell him there’s a hit out on him but I’m too tired to form more words right now.
“Fuck, you must be shattered. I didn’t even think about what your father—” Lorcan stops talking and rubs his chin. “Come on, let’s just get you to bed.”
I shake my head. “I need to talk to you,” I say. Byron is still in the facility, and there’s what he said about Lorcan’s parents that I need to tell him.
“It can all wait until tomorrow,” he says.
He’s right. I need sleep. But the last thing I want is to close my eyes and see fucking Dino covered in blood. “Come with me?” I say, unable to believe I’m actually asking him to come to bed.
“You know it’s only six?”
I look out the window, and it’s already dark. “Pretend it’s eleven.”
Lorcan shrugs. “Want me to get Jude?”
So they’re actually openly sharing me now.
“Get Jude,” I say. “I’ll be in my room.”
I note that Lorcan doesn’t ask if I want Dante. He goes off looking for Jude while I climb the stairs to the top floor.
I’m tucked into bed when the boys walk in. I let my eyes run over their wide shoulders, sculpted abs, and the v just before their hips as they strip quickly and efficiently down to their boxers and climb into bed. Lorcan takes the far side, and Jude takes the side close to the door, leaving me trapped in the middle.
“I can’t do this,” I suddenly say, sitting up. They’re too close. There are too many of them. I’ve had a solo bed or Jude only for the last months. How can I go from that to two of them, or even three if Dino comes back?
If he comes back.
I don’t even want to think about Dante.
“We’ve got you,” Lorcan says. He pulls me back down in the bed so I’m facing him. I look into his shattered green orbs. He smoothes the hair out of my face and then brings his lips to mine. Kissing Lorcan has always been like finding myself. He gets me. He knows what I need without me having to ask. I devour him back, and once I’m lost in the feel of him, Jude tentatively places his hands on my waist, massaging and kissing the back of my neck. When I don’t freak out, he moves closer, spooning and nuzzling me from behind.
It’s not bad. It’s not too much.
It’s nice and safe.
My monster settles like a stray cat under a firm hand.
When I come up for air, Lorcan runs a thumb over my brow and then shifts so that I’m the big spoon, taking my arm under his so I’m holding him from behind. It’s the only way he can sleep.
“Pretty soon, this ass is mine,” Jude whispers into my ear.
The smile is on my lips before I can stop it.
Trust Jude to ruin the fucking moment.