Chapter 26 Nyx
NYX
Iroll over and curl into the warm, hard body lying next to me, wrapping an arm around their waist. I feel deliciously sore from last night.
It was perfect. Demitri controlled and used my body in ways I could have never imagined enjoying.
Hutch was perfect and sweet. They are the literal human versions of yin and yang, and I, for one, am obsessed.
“Good morning, Little Witch.” Hutch’s sleep-laced voice rumbles out of his chest. I rub my eyes with the hand that was draped over his waist.
“Good morning.” I nuzzle my face further into his hard chest. Not quite ready to be awake or open to figuring out what last night means for us.
I reach behind me, looking for the other half of this Nyx sandwich, but the bed is empty.
I let out an umph noise and I feel the body beneath me shake with a chuckle.
“He’s downstairs cooking breakfast. You looked too sweet and adorable curled up on my chest for us to disturb you. He wanted to make food and then wake you up. Hope you like bacon; it smells like that’s what he’s making for us.”
“Mmhmm, I love bacon. Thank you for letting me rest. I feel exhausted, but in the best ways.” My voice is coming out distorted because of my cheek squished against his hard chest.
His arms close around me the best they can, holding me closer to him.
I feel so safe and cared for in this space.
The anxiety of yesterday's apartment break-in still lingers in the distance, but it's a faint worry in his arms. We spend some time just listening to each other breathing while his fingers run through the flyaways of my braid.
“I hope you know your place here in my arms will always be a safe place for you and it will only ever be yours, Little Witch.”
“Mmmmm, that is so sweet to say Blue. I’m sure I have something cute and adorable I could say in response, but I am half asleep and haven’t had a single drop of coffee yet.
Last night I had two of the hottest boyfriends in the world make me scream their names, and I need the liquid energy to be that adorable.
” His chest shakes with laughter. The sound of his laughter warms my soul and makes me smile.
“I’m sure Dee has some coffee brewing downstairs. Do you want to get up and go down and say good morning to him?”
“But I’m comfortable right here.” I whine. Thank goodness Cap texted last night and told me I didn’t have to work today since I worked the two games back to back.
“You can spend all day in this bed cuddling Dee and myself, if you want, but I think we should get you fed first.”
“Ugh, fine.” I know I sound like a spoiled brat right now, but it’s been years since I woke up in a man's arms. Let alone feel this comfortable. I wouldn’t say I was anti-dating, but I was not actively searching out guys.
I’ve gone on a few dates here or there, but nothing has really ever felt right or stuck.
We climb out of the massive bed, and I go to leave the room to head to the guest bedroom to grab my clothes for today. Hutch hands his massive shirt over to me with the hoodie from last night. Both long enough to reach mid thigh I slip them over my head before giving him a shy thank you.
“If you want to get fully ready later, you can, but for now, stay comfortable. Plus, we never get mad at easy access.” He gives me a flirty smirk.
“I still need a taste of you without Dee shoving me outta the way.” I can feel my eyes bug out of my head, and I am rendered speechless.
“Oh, Princess Sass is speechless. Just wait until I tell Dee that our dirty mouths shut you up. He’s going to love it. ”
He leaves me behind as he makes his way out of the bedroom, and I rush to catch up.
We descend the stairs side by side, his fingers gently brushing mine as our arms swing.
The feeling causes my skin to tingle as we head to the kitchen.
Now that we are out of the room, I can smell bacon and a hint of something sweet in the air.
“There are two sleepyheads.” Demitri greets us as we enter the kitchen. He walks over and pours two cups of coffee. He throws a couple splashes of cream and some sugar in a cup that must be for Hutch, before grabbing a bottle of caramel creamer out of the fridge.
“You know how I take my coffee?” Again dumbfounded by these men.
“Graham said you were getting a caramel coffee the other day when he ran into you. So I went out on a limb and grabbed some caramel creamer from the store before the games, in hope you would be over.” He kind of looks shy and worried that he has done something wrong.
“Outside of assuming you were going to get me to stay the night, it was super sweet. Thank you Demon.” I blush slightly.
I’m shocked at how confident these boys were that they would get me, let alone get me here so soon.
I am not going on a couple dates and sleeping with the guy kind of girl.
Last night was a whole new thing for me, not that I am mad about it.
“Ow, Little Witch. You wound me.” Graham holds his hands over his heart like I hurt him. “Even if we didn’t get you home last night, you would have been here soon, and creamer lasts longer than that.” He finishes with a chuckle.
“Fair point.”
Demitri is finishing up cooking breakfast. It looks like he is finishing cooking up a plate of french toast that looks like it is made out of the fluffiest bread I have ever seen.
On the little breakfast table, there is a pitcher of orange juice, a bowl of mixed berries, syrup, whipped cream and butter.
Hutch walks over to grab the plate of bacon to bring to the table, sticking a piece in his mouth quickly like we wouldn’t see him.
After all the french toast is off the skillet, Demitri brings it to the table, plate in one hand, cup of coffee in the other. He settles down at the table, and I notice he is just in his low-slung basketball shorts and no shirt. I get to enjoy that sculpted body, not cloudy, by lust-filled haze.
“This all feels so very domestic.” I mention with a laugh.
“I typically make a nice breakfast a couple times a week as long as we aren’t swamped, but it's nice to be able to share it with more than this jackass.” The table laughs. It’s comfortable, and I could get used to it.
“So I guess let’s address the elephant in the room.” I just announce, while everyone is about halfway through their food. Both sets of eyes lock onto mine, worry instantly showing on their faces.
“What?” They both question, at the same time. Dee makes eye contact with Hutch like they are having a silent conversation.
“Little Fox, my beautiful, sassy brat. What are you talking about?” The confusion written across Demitri’s face.
“So what does all this mean? Are we dating? Do people just date two guys? Is that something I can do? Is that something you guys want?” I feel like Kyra right now, just rambling out questions at light speed. My anxiety is taking the reins at the moment.
“Woah, woah, woah, Nyx, slow down, babe.” Demitri’s arm reaches over to rest on my shoulder.
“One thing at a time. I cannot speak for Graham, but as far as I go, I am not letting you go unless you make me. This is the first time since my sister passed that I have even been remotely interested in keeping a woman around for more than a fun night. Where once my come was rinsed off her pussy, I called her an uber, and sent her back to the city. I know it sounds horrible, and I will tell you about my sister later, but just know, you are important to me already, and I won’t let you go without a fight.
Even if you do want to leave, there probably will be some stalking involved.
” He makes a laugh at his last comment. I am curious about his sister, but I will ask him later about that. I turn my head to look at Graham.
“Little Witch, I told you upstairs that your place in my arms is always yours and only yours. We will figure out the throuple dating as we go. I’m sure we are going to need to fight some battles to get people to understand that it’s not weird or strange, but we will stand by each other and fight together.
” My cheeks flush at both of their comments and professions of wanting to fight for me.
Nick never wanted to fight for me. Any time we fought, he came back just because we lived together and he had nowhere else to go at the time.
“Do you think we need to spill all of our secrets or rough edges?” I am terrified to open those wounds, but they might want to know how fucked up I am off the bat, not years down the road.
“The three of us are all made up of broken pieces and jagged edges and that is okay. We do not need to trauma-dump everything right now. Your broken pieces are beautiful and we love you for them.” Love, did Dee just say the “L” word?
I am so fucked.