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“I already talked to him about it, and he gave his consent.”
My breath rushed from me as my heart fluttered. “Then yes.”
A rash decision, but I didn’t care.
His smile in response to my answer sent tingles throughout my body.
Ash led me from the kitchen, flicking off the lights behind us. My pulse thundered as we crept up the stairs, but the warmth of his grasp on my hand gave me courage to continue forward.
I left him in the hallway beside my bedroom door, promising him I would go to him and Rhett as soon as I changed out of my wet suit.
“Don’t make me wait too long,” he whispered and quickly kissed me.
Hands shaking, I stripped off the wet bathing suit and hung it in my bathroom to dry. I brushed the taste of wine off my teeth and tongue and pulled on a thin tank top and sleep shorts.
Just to sleep, I reminded myself, but I couldn’t keep arousal from flushing my chest and heating my core. All four limbs shaky, I hurried down the hallway for the other side of the house and their bedroom.
The door stood open, the large windows spilling in moonlight across their king-sized bed.
Rhett breathed deeply from one side—light still shone beneath their bathroom door.
I stood unmoving, inhales shallow while waiting for Ashton to finish readying for bed. No way in hell would I climb onto that mattress without him even though I felt sure Rhett slept.
Ash exited a minute or so later, wearing boxer briefs that hugged his half-hard length and ass. The rest of his muscular body wove in and out of moonlight and shadow as he approached the bed.
Ash held out his hand.
Swallowing a rush of drool, I moved toward him.
“Okay?” he whispered as our hands clasped.
“Yeah.” I sure as hell didn’t sound it, and the jitters quaking me in my skin didn’t back up that answer, but nothing in that moment raised any sort of discomfort or thoughts that I ought to leave.
Ashton tugged me, leading me to their bed. He crawled in first, his back to Rhett. As though his slumbering lover knew he’d arrived, Rhett wrapped his arms around Ash, sighing heavily.
My chest squeezed tight, but Ash held out his hand again, and I couldn’t deny the offering. Like a ninja squirrel, I scampered carefully onto the bed, making him chuckle with how I couldn’t seem to join him quickly enough.
“Hi,” he whispered, pulling me fully against his front.
“Hi back,” I whispered my reply, arousal once more pulsing through me at the warmth of his skin, the hardness of muscle along my front.
Rhett’s arm lay trapped between our chests, and he shifted, letting out another soft exhaled sigh.
Ash smiled and kissed me gently. “Sleep, Sky.”
I doubted that would happen anytime soon, but I closed my eyes anyway, attempting to ignore the more than semi hardened dick pressed against my thigh and the heat of Rhett’s arm against my beaded nipples.
Torture of the sweetest kind…
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Roiling nausea pulled me from sleep, and I swallowed a few times, determined to will away the sudden need to vomit.
My body didn’t listen.
It was the middle of the night, and both Rhett and Skylar slept like the dead as I maneuvered from the heaven between them to hurry for the guest room’s bathroom so my retching wouldn’t wake them.