28. Alyssa
28
ALYSSA
I woke up naked next to several naked men. Spencer was behind me, spooning me, and Raphael was facing me. My head was resting on his arm, and his hand was on mine. They were both still asleep. Trying not to wake them, I lifted my head to look around.
There were only two men here.
Damn. I guessed it wasn’t too surprising Flynn had left at some point, but I wished he’d stayed.
I slumped back down, enjoying the feeling of Rafe’s warm skin under my cheek. Not to mention Spencer’s long, strong body at my back.
Memories of last night flooded my mind and made my cheeks heat. We’d sure gone all out. I’d imagined taking things a little slower than that, but that was because I hadn’t factored in Flynn. He was dominant and bossy and, let’s face it, sexy as hell. I’d never been as turned on as I had been last night.
But now, in the morning light, I wondered what the men had thought of it. They’d enjoyed themselves at the time, but would they be a bit weirded out today?
The answer, I soon came to find out, was yes. We all were, to some extent. Spencer found my robe and I wrapped it tightly around me while he and Rafe pulled on their clothes from last night. Since the kids were still at their slumber party, we made our way downstairs. Raphael made a pot of coffee and we all sat on the deck, sipping the warm drink, all of us lost in thought or only half awake—or both.
Finally, I spoke up. “I wish Flynn would’ve stayed.”
Raphael reached across the table and patted my hand, his gaze sympathetic. “Is it really that surprising, cher?”
“I guess not.”
Spencer nodded. “Flynn’s not really a morning after kind of guy.”
“Yeah,” a deep voice said, and then there were footsteps on the stairs. “He’s the kind of deadbeat who’ll sneak out in the middle of the night to go check on sick animals, the degenerate.” Flynn set a white box in the middle of the table and then walked right past us to the kitchen. “I brought beignets.”
A minute or two later, he returned. Unlike us, he was dressed in clean clothes, his usual black t-shirt and jeans. I still wore my robe, though I’d pulled a jacket on over it, and Spencer had turned on the heat lamp. Still, goosebumps covered my good leg. I suppose that at least the damn cast kept me warm.
I addressed Flynn awkwardly. “I thought maybe last night freaked you out or something, and you left.”
He frowned, his coffee cup halfway to his lips. “You do remember who was calling the shots last night, don’t you?”
“Yeah.” My face heated even more. “I just—you know.”
“I don’t, actually.” His voice was tight, as if he thought he might have to go on defense at any moment.
“That was just… a lot.”
“Too much?” Spencer asked.
I gave it some thought. At the time, it had really been hot, and I’d enjoyed myself. “No.”
“Too soon?” Raphael suggested.
I had to say no to that too.
“Then what’s the problem?” Flynn asked. He opened the white box and plucked out a beignet. It smelled incredible.
“I guess I just thought we’d ease into things a little more.”
Spencer’s mouth twitched. “I’d say I got to ease into something.”
I blushed. “I liked that part.”
“Me too.”
Raphael looked over at me. “Was there a part you didn’t like?”
“No. Except kind of feeling awkward right now.”
Surprisingly, it was Flynn who spoke up. “Good sex always feels a bit awkward when you analyze it in the harsh light of day. What’s important is that you enjoyed it while it was happening.” He gave me a very direct look. “Did you?”
“Yes.”
“Me too,” Raphael said.
“Me three,” Spencer said.
“Well, then that’s settled. More sex, less thinking,” Flynn said, and I laughed, but he had a point.
“Maybe we should talk about where we go from here,” Spencer said.
I nodded. “Yeah, that would be good.”
Raphael looked over at his brother-in-law. “Do you have something in mind?”
Spencer sat up straighter. “I don’t think we should tell Charlotte and Lucas. For one thing, I don’t know how I could explain it to them. For another, it’s too soon.”
The look he gave me was apologetic, but I understood completely. “I get it. If you were dating just one woman, you wouldn't introduce her to your kids right away. Single parents can’t take that kind of thing lightly.”
Spencer raised an eyebrow at me. “I am only dating one woman. It’s just that she’s dating more than one man.”
Oh, right. That had come out wrong.
“And the kids already know you,” he continued.
“I think we’re on the same page about the twins,” Raphael said, and everyone nodded.
“I have a question.” Everyone looked over at me. “Are we—can we…”
“Spit it out,” Flynn said.
“Should we only be together when it’s the four of us? Or can we sometimes do things one-on-one?”
“Good question,” Spencer said.
“I think one-on-one is fine,” Raphael said.
“Or two-on-one.” Flynn winked at me.
“Good.” I breathed a sigh of relief. “But I hope we’ll find time to be all together sometimes, too.”
“We’ll find a way,” Spencer said. Then he looked at the others. “Right?”
“Right,” we confirmed.
“Glad that’s settled,” Flynn said. “Now who wants a beignet?”