6. Moon
6
MOON
T he morning light filtered through the curtains, soft and hazy, casting the room in a golden glow. I blinked slowly, the fog of sleep still clinging to me, and became acutely aware of the weight and warmth surrounding me. I woke up sandwiched between two walls of heat, the faint scent of amber, vanilla, and musk mingling with something earthier. My cheek was pressed against a firm, bare chest—Conrad’s, I realized, as my eyes fluttered open. His heartbeat was steady under my ear, his arm draped heavily over my waist. Behind me, Hendrix was sprawled out, one of his long legs tangled with mine, his hand resting on my hip.
And both of them had massive morning wood.
Conrad pressed against my stomach, thick and heavy, with the slight pressure from his barbell. Behind me, Hendrix’s erection nudged against the curve of my ass, his body radiating heat as his hand flexed lightly on my hip, pulling me closer.
I glanced down, remembering I was in the oversized t-shirt they’d lent me last night—one of Hendrix’s band tees, soft and worn, hanging loosely to mid-thigh. The memory of everything that had happened last night made my cheeks flush, and the insistent press of their bodies against mine sent a fresh pulse through me.
“Morning, Moonshine,” Hendrix’s gravelly voice murmured behind me, the warmth of his breath brushing against my neck as he stirred. His hand tightened on my hip before sliding lazily down to rest just below the hem of my shirt.
“Morning,” I mumbled, my voice still deep with sleep as Conrad shifted beneath me, his eyes cracking open.
“Sleep okay?” Conrad asked as his eyes met mine, stunning, like aquamarine, in the morning light.
“Like a rock between two boulders,” I replied, my lips curving into a small smile as Hendrix’s arm snaked around my waist, pulling me back against him.
“What can we get you?” Hendrix’s voice was still rough, his tone casual but loaded with suggestion. Conrad’s grin widened as he shifted beneath me, his cock twitching against my stomach.
“I’d kill for a cup of coffee,” I purred, stretching my back in an arch. “And a shower.”
“Not exactly what I meant,” Hendrix chuckled, his hand brushing against the bare skin of my thigh beneath the shirt. “But fair enough.”
Sliding his hand lazily up my back, “You can have both,” Conrad murmured. “If you promise to get your sexy ass back in bed after the shower.”
I rolled my eyes, laughing softly. “Maybe you two can help each other out while I’m in the shower,” I teased, biting back a grin as I felt Hendrix’s laugh rumble through his chest.
“You wouldn’t want to miss the fun, now would you?” Hendrix asked with a laugh as he squeezed my ass cheek.
Conrad groaned, pushing himself up on one elbow before swinging his legs over the side of the bed. “Fine, I’ll get the coffee,” he said, tugging on a pair of boxers before padding toward the door.
I slipped out of bed, making my way to the adjoining bathroom. I pulled off my borrowed tee and stepped into the shower. Through the open bathroom door, I could hear Conrad return a few minutes later as he brought in the coffee.
“Still naked?” Conrad challenged as he eyed Hendrix leaning back against the headboard.
“Why wouldn’t I be?” Hendrix replied, his tone lazy.
“So, we’ve hit the point where you’re just openly stroking your cock in front of me now?” Conrad asked.
“Why the fuck not?” Hendrix snipped back. “It’s not like you haven’t seen it. Remember when you came all over me last night? Besides,” he added, and I could hear his tone turn wicked, “I can’t stop thinking about her in there…all hot and soaped up, water running down her body.”
“Fuck, I guess you’re right,” Conrad muttered, shifting on the bed. His gaze flicked toward the open bathroom door, and he ran a hand through his hair with a resigned groan.
I peeked out of the shower, steam curling around me as I caught a glimpse of them through the open door. Hendrix was sprawled out on the bed, his chiseled body on full display, while Conrad sat at the edge, his coffee in hand.
“You’re staring, St. Clair,” Hendrix drawled, his storm blue eyes narrowing slightly as he tilted his head.
“Question is…what’s making you hard again, thinking about her in there or watching me?” he continued, his tone merciless as his gaze flicked to Conrad’s boxers, where I’m sure the outline of his boner was pressing against the fabric.
“Oh fuck off, what does it matter,” Conrad scoffed as he flipped Hendrix off, his face flushing slightly as he adjusted himself.
“Don’t bother,” Hendrix said with a smirk. “Just get naked again. You know she’ll want you ready when she comes out.”
I bit my lip to stifle a laugh, quickly rinsing off before stepping out of the shower. These two obviously had some heat between them, and last night had definitely pushed their boundaries with my help.
Wrapping a towel loosely around me, I padded back into the bedroom to find both of them exactly as Hendrix had suggested—naked and very ready, their cocks standing proud, flushed and heavy, the heat in their gazes matching the teasing curve of their lips.
“Get your sexy ass over here,” Conrad said, his voice low and warm as his ocean eyes raked over me.
“And lose the towel,” Hendrix added, his smirk widening as he reached for me.
I dropped the towel, feeling their eyes on me as I climbed onto the bed between them.
“Now,” I murmured, “about that coffee…”