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Eden

Good dreams make

bad days go away.

The sound of a shower running drifts in and out of my awareness. A door closing. Dom shifting to lean up on the bed beside me.

“This was a good surprise,” Beau murmurs, like he’s talking to himself.

“Everything okay?” Dom asks, his voice pitched low and gritty with sleep.

“It’s quiet for now,” Beau replies, and the sound of his tired voice begins to drag me out of my dreams. “Everyone’s stable. Deanna slept for a while and she’s monitoring now. She’ll make sure no one else dies on me before I wake up.”

No one else .

I sigh against my pillow, my heart hurting. Turning over sleepily, I take in his face in the low lamplight. Dom left it on for him. He’s in a towel, holding another, andhe looks exhausted, his frown lines as pronounced as his laugh lines, for once.

But Beau’s lips tug up as he glances over me briefly, and he slides his towel up the back of his neck, half-heartedly drying his hair. My eyes begin to drift shut again, two nights of broken sleep chasing me.

“Smells like you two had a better night than I did,” Beau says wickedly, and it halts the slide.

Smells ?

I make a distressed sound, lifting my head, and Dom snorts, shoving me back down onto the pillow.

He’s just lucky it’s so, so soft.

As I snuggle back in, Dom lies down again. “She’s an agreeable little pet. I decided we’re keeping her.”

“ You decided,” Beau repeats, sounding amused. He tosses his used towel carelessly to the floor against the wall, and my lips twitch. He is messy. “Huh. You know, I’m happy enough about this turn of events that I’m going to let that slide.”

He strips the towel from around his waist carelessly, then walks over to the sitting area, snagging up some briefs.

My lids droop drowsily, but I watch him from my stomach, my cheek turned over my pillow.

Beau sighs as he glances toward the sofa, and I feel the fresh sheet being tugged off me. I shiver in the cool air. I’m only in Dom’s T-shirt, and it’s not enough to block the chill.

Beau pauses, briefs still in hand, watching.

“You should end a shitty night on a better note,” Dom says, his voice thick with sleep.

A rough, callused hand curls around the back of my knee, and he drags my limp leg up and to the side.

My shirt is flipped back around my waist a moment later, revealing my ass to his friend.

“Come spend some time in her cunt. That will cheer you up.”

Sleepily, I suck in a surprised breath.

I am awake, just, and somnophilia and dormaphilia were big, approved yeses on my limits list, but it still startles me in the most delicious way. I’ve already been so, so used tonight—and that’s after being so, so used last night, I should be desperate to rest and recover.

I don’t know what it says about me that the idea of Beau fucking my sore, sleepy body only makes me wetter.

“Unless our tired toy has any objection,” Dom adds dryly, apparently noticing the change in me, and I pout over how well he can read me.

Silently, I spread my legs further in invitation, and a soft groan leaves Beau, his gaze stuck on my pussy. His hand falls to his cock, stroking himself absently.

“You know, I could use a pick-me-up.”

Dom snorts softly, rolling over like he’s going back to sleep.

Blinking through my sleep fog, I watch Beau as he tentatively walks over and kneels onto the bed behind me, settling between my legs. His hands squeeze my ass, spreading me open, and I drowsily tilt my hips up toward him.

He’s not Dom. He doesn’t have rules.

He strangles another groan.

“Are you awake, darlin’?” he asks, his voice soft but needily edged. “Do you know who it is?”

“Mmhm,” I mumble into my pillow. “Beau. My Beau.”

Sleepily, I wriggle into his hands, and his fingers trail down to play with my clit. I feel his thumb pressing against my asshole, then he begins slowly rubbing against it.

His breathing grows rougher.

“It’s ‘Bristlebrook’ to stop me, pet. Yellow if you need a second. Can you say yes for me, darlin’? Tell me you understand? I need to fuck you. I’ll be gentle.”

“Mmm, ’snice.” I sigh, relaxing against the bed, letting him touch, and pleasure wells in me, heated and wet. I bury my face in my pillow contentedly.

He removes his hands, and an unhappy sound escapes me.

Words. He wants words.

“Fuck me, please,” I murmur drowsily, and the words are interrupted by a yawn, and I begin to slur as warmth slides over me. “Bristlebrook stop... yellow... remember. I’m sorry... if I fall ’sleep. You can keep going. I don’t...” Another yawn. “I don’t mind.”

I shiver at the understatement. The idea of Beau squeezing himself into my limp, sleepy body is unbearably hot to me.

From the way Beau’s shaky grip returns, tight on my ass, it’s not just hot to me, either.

“Told you. Agreeable,” Dom mumbles from my other side, and Beau hums his agreement as his hold on me gentles.

His hands run over my skin, and I feel him lean over me, tugging my shirt up a little further so he can drop a reverent kiss to my lower back.

“I’ll be quick, pet,” he whispers to me. “You don’t need to do anything. I just need to feel you for a little bit.”

Beau lifts my hips, propping them so they hang over a pillow, and I close my eyes, enjoying the feel of him moving me.

His fingers whisper between my legs, stroking up my thighs soothingly, then teasing at my clit and my entrance.

I feel his face settle against my cunt, his mouth closing over me with wet, open-mouthed kisses that make me shudder.

He licks through me lazily, then up to my ass, dragging my wetness everywhere.

He disappears for a moment, and I begin to drift off, aching.

I’m half-asleep when Beau grasps my hip lightly and starts pressing his cock into my pussy, inching in like he’s trying not to wake me. My groan is muffled by my pillow when he bottoms out, and he runs his hands soothingly, greedily over my skin, rocking gently back and forth.

I feel my over-used pussy wince hotly around him.

I hear his uneven breaths. His whispered apologies. “I’m sorry, darlin’. I couldn’t wait. Go back to sleep. I’m almost done.”

His fingers run over my ass as he rubs his cock inside me, and his thumb fits against my hole. When he slowly presses it inside, playing with the wet suck, I let out a soft sigh, and he makes a rough, helpless sound behind me.

“That’s it. Just relax.”

Beau reaches around with his other hand, leaning over me and pressing down on the pillow until he can toy with my clit while he fucks me. Until he can take full advantage of me.

My sleepy body begins to tighten and contract around him, and I moan.

“Shh, shhh,” he whispers as my body squirms back against his. He swirls his finger over my clit. “It’s okay, pet, you can sleep. Just take my cock. You can come. It’s just a good dream.”

I whine against my pillow, caught somewhere between wakefulness and sleeping as pleasure overtakes me and I come, slick and stuttering over his cock.

Beau groans, his grip gentle as he fucks into my spasms, and he holds my hips steady under him, burying himself inside my limp body as he takes his own pleasure.

“That’s it, darlin’. Oh, that’s it. Oh, you’re a good girl letting me do this.” He spills over, and he groans again as hot, liquid heat fills me. “Oh shit, oh damn. You’re going to wake up all wet. I’ll clean you up, sweetheart. Just rest.”

He does clean me up, thoroughly and sweetly, with murmured praise and I love yous and a confidence that very much reconfirms my suspicions from earlier.

I end up getting up to use the bathroom anyway, and when I come back to bed, both Dom and Beau are fast asleep, facing one another like kids at a sleepover who couldn’t finish their horror stories.

I crawl in between them, and they both notch in against me until I’m surrounded, snug on all sides. I fall asleep stroking their arms and trying not to focus on tomorrow.

And all the horror stories yet to come.