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Chapter Thirty

I wake in the morning to a steaming hot pile of pancakes sitting next to the bed and an empty room. I stretch languorously, a goofy smile plastered across my face, and reach immediately for the breakfast treats. I feel… incredible. Achingly, gloriously, startlingly happy. And there is not a single thing this day could throw at me to make me feel differently, I think. Then immediately I touch the nearest wooden surface, because bad luck follows me like a plague.

A tickling sensation crawls up my neck as I take my first bite of pancake and I roll my eyes to the ceiling.

“Really, Hunter? Still with the stalking?” I ask around my mouthful of fluffy goodness, not bothering to look around for him, though the goofy smile stays firmly in place.

Hunter steps out from wherever he was lurking and into my field of vision. He leans his shoulder against the wall and continues to watch me devour my pancakes with a little smirk.

“I like watching you, sweetheart. It’s my favorite hobby.” He finally replies, not bothering to hide the desire in his eyes or the suggestion in his voice.

“It’s your only fucking hobby you loser.” Chase rumbles as he walks into the room, shooting Hunter a dirty look as he passes. He strides right up to me and seals his lips to mine, forcing me to quickly swallow the second bite of pancake I had just shoved in my mouth.

Hunter makes a low sound from across the floor and Chase returns by doubling down on his kiss. I can’t help but kiss him back. When he finally pulls away, he throws a smug grin in Hunter’s direction and I see Hunter straighten off the wall with a look of possession on his face.

“Um, you guys?” I say meekly, brain still whirling from Chase’s kiss, “now might be a good time to remind you both that it was YOUR IDEA to share me. Remember?” They both turn their attention back to me and I hold up my hands in surrender. I’m willing to let them fight it out if it means I get to finish my pancakes. I was just trying to do my civil duty .

“She has a point.” Nate singsongs as he hustles through the door, carrying a bulging medical kit and my old pack. He tosses me my bag filled with clothes and… that’s the moment I realise I’m still completely naked.

With a squeal I somehow manage to throw myself off the other side of the bed, taking my pancakes and bag with me as I crash into the floor.

Manly laughter follows my howl of rage as I stare forlornly at my pancakes now smooshed into the carpeted floor. Giant dicks and orgasms be damned, I’m going to cut these assholes.

I try valiantly to reclaim some dignity, popping up from the ground, only to put pressure on my stitched-up leg and let out a little yelp of pain. That shuts them up, probably more effectively than anything else I could have done, and they all come rushing to my side, Chase leaping directly over the bed to reach me first.

He scoops me into his arms and swings me around to Nate, who immediately begins to check my sutures. Hunter hovers over his shoulder, meticulously checking Nate’s work. I roll my eyes. Again.

“Guys.” I start impatiently. Then again, a little louder as they ignore me, “Guys!” I wiggle myself out of Chase’s grasp to stand, somewhat, on my own two feet, using a hand on his arm to keep myself steady and planting the other securely on my naked hip. I shoot a chastising glare at Hunter and Nate and receive nothing but an unrepentant shrug from Nate in return. I turn my scowl on Chase and this time get a sheepish smile.

“Sorry, Angel.” He soothes. “Sometimes we just can’t help ourselves. We really do know you are a strong, independent woman.” He says earnestly, before unceremoniously hauling me over his shoulder and carrying me to the bathroom.

“Hey!” I thump him on the back, even as my goofy smile returns in full force. “What about being a strong, independent woman! I can use the freaking bathroom on my own dammit!”

“Sure, you can.” He easily agrees before bringing his hand down lightly on one of my bare butt cheeks. “But it sure will be a lot more fun with me there.” He caresses his hand across said butt cheek and I feel my thighs clench in response.

“Nope.” Nate calls to us from where he has started checking through his medical bag, “Y’all seem to be forgetting we gotta go.” I look up at him from my position dangling over Chase’s shoulder and see he’s giving Hunter an exasperated look. Hunter, for his part, is busy staring heatedly at Chase and his hand on my butt. I promptly start wiggling my ass under Chase’s hand, making him grip me tighter. As I do, I watch Hunter and see his eyes go dark with lust. Yeah, dude definitely likes to watch. I think giddily, all the things we could do running through my mind.

“Oh. My. Fuck. You guys!” Nate shouts, making us all jump. “I can’t believe I have to be the one to point this out, again, but we gotta GO!” he runs a hand through his scruffy hair and continues “There’s people coming after our girl, remember, idiots?” he looks to both Hunter and Chase who nod curtly, Chase having gone stiff under my body. “Right, so after we get her safe, then we can show her how much fun we can have.” He says the last part while looking directly at me, the hunger in his eyes plain to see.

I let out a dramatic sigh as Chase puts me gently on my feet. I turn to look at Nate with a baleful glare.

“So bossy.” I mutter petulantly, turning slowly back to head into the bathroom. Nate catches me before I’ve even taken two steps, winding his arm around my waist and hauling me back into his toned body. He lowers his lips to my ear and whispers “Trouble, you have no idea how bossy I can be.” He nips my earlobe, and I jump in his arms, my heart racing. “But you’ll have to wait to find out. Besides, I don’t think you’re ready for me just yet.” He barely breathes the last part and I have to strain to hear him, so when he steps back and swats at my ass to get me moving, I stumble as I jump forward, cursing under my breath as my leg catches on nothing and begins to throb again.

“Ten minutes, Trouble.” Nate says from behind me, reaching out to steady me. “Your bags are packed, and we head out as soon as you put some clothes on that cute ass of yours.”

Fuck, that’s right. I’m still naked.

I scuttle into the bathroom without further protest.