Chapter Three
Sunlight edgesthrough the gaps between the blinds. It’s enough light that through my sleep-fogged mind I can see who’s lying next to me. Not that I need my sight to know who it is. From the gentle snoring and vanilla scent, I know it’s Max. I stretch a little, reaching my arms up into the air. Memories of our lovemaking last night come back to me. Sex with these men is incredible, I never tire of it. After a visit to Dr Salahan, I am on the mini-pill, so now there is nothing between my men and me and no danger of any babies beingconceived.
From the outside looking in, it may seem strange, my relationship with them all. It is unconventional, yes, but we are all consenting adults. Max, Bryce and Hudson, although they’re brothers by choice, they are not blood related. We hurt no one loving one another, though I imagine some would find it difficult to understand. Honestly, I don’t care. I feel blessed to have their love and no amount of prejudice will ever stop me from loving them. Turning onto my side, my naked body warm and relaxed, I stare at my sleeping beauty. Max’s hair has grown in length. Bryce teases him daily about how he looks like a‘surfer dude’. I don’t think it’s just his appearance. It’s his relaxed, happy-go-lucky nature as much as anythingelse.
His eyes flicker open, and it takes a little while for his eyes to focus and for him to wake upfully.
“Morning,beautiful.”
“Hey, Jester. Sleepwell?”
“Eventually. A rather sexy secretary had my attention for most of the night.” He grins, pulling me in for a hug. “What time isit?”
“Eight. Early still. I didn’t hear Bryce and Hudson come in last night. Didyou?”
“Erm, nope. I was in an orgasmcoma.”
“An orgasm coma. Is that a new medical condition I should be awareof?”
“I bloody well hope not, because I sure don’t need acure.”
I give Max a playful shove. He grabs my wrists and pulls me on top of him. I can feel his morning glory pressed against mystomach.
“I think I might need some more assistance. My secretary seems to be slackingsomewhat.”
“Hey, enough of the secretary. I am your personal assistant and I expect to be treated with some respect,” I say in mockanger.
“I can show you respect. In fact, how about some worship, I’m quite happy to worship,” he says, holding me firmly against his chest and flipping me over so that I am lying beneath him. He scatters kisses across my face. “Worship, adoration, love,” he says, following each word with anotherkiss.
A knock at the bedroom door and a familiar voice has Max’s head dropping and him groaning into my hair. “Bugger it. Just when it was getting interesting.” He slides off me and sits up in bed. “Come in,then.”
The door opens, and Hudson enters. “Hey, Max, don’t give me that look. I thought you’d be pleased to see me.” He winks when Max crosses his arms andhuffs.
“Hudson,” I say joyfully, delighted to see him. “We weren’t sure whether you were back or not.” Jumping out of bed, I get up and grab my dressing gown that is strewn across the chaise in the corner of the room. I am fully aware he is taking in mynakedness.
“Hey, there was no need to put that on,” he says, his voicehusky.
“There is. As much as I’d love to stay in bed all day, I’m dying for a cup of tea.” I give him a hug, and a lingering kiss that soondeepens.
“Oy, put her down. You’re not the only one who’s missed her,” Bryce says, his large frame leaning against thedoor.
“Gah, you’re all really bloody annoying,” Hudson moans, though his voice is filled with amusement. He lets me go and I walk straight into Bryce’s arms. He wraps them around me and I lean my head against his chest. It’s funny, when he holds me like this, he is the most tender of the three, but when we make love it is almost always the complete opposite. Don’t get me wrong, I love it, I love his abandon. It’s intoxicating. Bryce is such a contradiction. I guess they all are in their ownway.
“When did you get back?” Max asks, getting up and pulling on somepyjamas.
“Early hours. The plane was delayed with fog. I came up to check on you but saw that you were both comatose, so figured I’d wait till the morning to bother you… and snatch Louisa away from you for abit.”
“Cheers, I guess,” Max says. I can’t help but catch the note of annoyance hidden behind his laugh. Time for this chat, I think. I am not prepared to let them fall out over me. We are a family now and any jealousy or rivalry is misplaced andpointless.
I unravel myself from Bryce’s arms. “Well, I’m glad you’re up. I wanted to have a chat with you all. Shall we go downstairs? I’ll put the kettleon.”
“Sounds serious,” Bryce says, a hint of worry in his eyes, though he hides itwell.
“Hey, there’s nothing to worry about. I’ve just got some stuff I want to talk about, okay,” I say, briefly touching my fingers against hisarm.
“Sure, we’re here to listen,” Hudson says, following me down thehallway.
Once we all have a cup of tea and are settled in the lounge, I decide to bring up the subject of a rota system. “So, I was thinking. We all agree that you are my boyfriends and I am yourgirlfriend.”