Chapter 47
Forty-Seven
BLUE
Waking up with warm air tickling the back of my neck and teeth tugging on my earlobe is a new experience for me. I've always woken up alone. Never warm, tingly, and rested.
I hum, wiggling back into the solid body behind me. Jared's dark gray sheets enter my vision, but soon my eyes close as pleasure ripples through my veins.
Lips trace the line of my neck, and I'm incapable of staying still any longer. Turning around, I suck in a shaky breath as I come face to face with Jared.
So handsome.
"Hi," I whisper, covering my mouth with the sheet. My morning breath does not need to ruin our moment.
Jared has other plans. He tugs the fabric from my hand and kisses me without warning. I don't mind, actually, since it gives me less time to think.
His lips feel warm against mine which helps me sink into his touch. Curled on my side, one of my arms is stuck between us, so I rest it on his bare thigh. Heat coils in my belly as I imagine him being completely naked next to me.
He's not, I can feel his boxer briefs against my thigh as I wrap it around his hip. But a girl can dream.
My other hand reaches for the back of his neck. My fingers throb a little as I grip him tight. I can't wait for my fingernails to grow back.
The pain fades as Jared swipes his tongue through my mouth, tasting me, coaxing me to play with him. I don't need much convincing.
As if I'm trying to crawl into his skin, I arch and thrust against him. My pussy clenches around nothing as I come into contact with his cock. He's so solid it makes me even wetter.
Just as my trapped arm moves to sneak my hand into his boxers, someone moans. It's not me, and it's too far away to be Jared.
Pulling back, I gasp when I look down at the foot of the bed. Declan's there, staring at us with his head propped up on an elbow on the mattress.
Tamping down the slight embarrassment and ignoring the desire that assaults me at having been watched by another man, I glare at the sexy sleepy man by my feet. "What the hell are you doing?"
"Oh, me?" Declan teases with a wink. "I was just sleeping peacefully when I woke up to these delicious little whimpers. Tell me, baby, do you make those noises when you touch yourself alone at night, too?"
Holy fuck. Did he just say that?
"Or," Dec continues, "are those sounds only reserved for us? And can I be next? OW!" Turning around rapidly, Declan glares down at the ground and pouts. "Why'd you spank me? That fucking hurt."
Felix pops into view, sitting beside the kneeling Declan. "You deserved it," Felix rumbles, stretching his arms above his head. He jumps up to stand, and my mouth goes dry.
Shirtless with tented underwear, Felix looms over me. When did he get so close? "Good morning, sweetheart," he greets and kisses me on the lips. Not lingering, much to my disappointment, he pulls away and leaves the room.
"Damn," Declan and I moan at the same time. I laugh and bury my face in Jared's chest.
This is not what I expected on my first morning here. I was prepared for some awkwardness and avoidance, but that was...hot. And very fucking welcoming.
"Alright," Jared mutters and kisses the top of my head. "Roman woke up a bit ago and started breakfast."
"How do you know?" I ask, thinking my assumption might be right.
Jared stands, and I'm starting to think I'm in over my head here. Maybe we should sleep in sweatshirts and sweatpants.
Jared smirks at me when he sees me ogling his tight ass as he walks to his dresser. "They slept on the floor. I woke up when he did. Come on, Bee, get your cute butt up so we can feed you."
Before I can say anything, Declan leaps up onto the bed, kisses my cheek and runs out. "I'll get Blue's coffee!" he bellows, rushing down the hall.
I could get used to this.
"What do you mean I can't have bacon?!"
There's a small voice in the back of my mind that tells me I'm being ridiculous. I called Violet this morning, hoping she might tell me she needs me to come home. At least if she needs me, I can leave and ignore these building feelings inside of me.
That's not what happened. Violet said she's doing great, and she slept straight through the night. She's even thinking about going on a hike today with one of her friends, which feels like a big deal considering she's been home with me all week long.
I've been holding her back, and now I'm stuck facing the four men who have taken advantage of our forced proximity. Is it forced, though? I asked to be here because I need them. I'm just struggling to accept how much I want them. So maybe I don't mind them stealing kisses.
"Hey, Blue," Roman calls out, but I'm too focused on Felix, who has the audacity to cross his arms and lean against the counter like he's bored.
"Why the hell am I not allowed to have bacon?" I came into the kitchen expressing excitement for some bacon, only to be shot down by Felix, telling me I couldn't have any.
"That's not what I said, Blue. But now that I'm thinking about it, I should ask my uncle Jim if bacon is actually okay for your throat."
"My throat is fine," I snarl. I'm hungry, overwhelmed, and annoyed with Felix's small smile. He doesn't know who he's messing with.
Roman steps toward me. "Blue—"
I wave him off and plant my hands on Felix's chest to—who knows? Jostle that damn smirk off his face, maybe? Something is wrong with me. I shouldn't be reacting like this over bacon. Glorious bacon.
Felix grabs my wrists before I can do more than touch him. "Careful, sweetheart. Remember what I said about respect. Maybe I should add a scolding about communication, too."
Sucking in a breath to argue that he's the one who's shit at communicating, my throat catches when a pair of large hands wrap around my waist and tug me back.
Pressed against Roman's hard chest, I deflate enough to rationalize again. Then Rome whispers in my ear. "You can't have bacon because we don't have any, Petal. Not because you aren't allowed to."
"Oh." Heat rushes to the top of my head, embarrassment making me feel a little sick. Looking Felix in the eyes, I apologize. "I'm really sorry. I don't know why I reacted that way..."
I trail off when Roman peppers a few kisses on my neck. To my surprise, Felix's face is soft when he smiles. Then I realize it had looked like that the whole time I was being rude. What is wrong with me?
"It's okay," Felix murmurs, coming closer. He kisses my cheek while I blink up at him. "We will get you some bacon for tomorrow morning. But first I'm calling Jim just to make sure." He winks and leaves the room as he pulls his phone out of his pocket.
I sigh, feeling really awful about how I treated him.
"None of that," Roman scolds, wrapping his arms around me in a sweet hug. "He won't hold onto it. Neither should you."
My stomach chooses that moment to rumble angrily.
Roman laughs. "Come on. I made sausages."
That sounds good too. Then I really will call Clara so I can start working on my issues.