Chapter 23 #3
Delight shoots through me, and I whirl around, scanning my options. Obviously the kitchen is a no, even if the pantry would make a perfect spot. Anywhere in the open concept space will be too close. They’ll hear everything. I tip-toe toward the hall that leads to the garage.
“Ten.”
My breath catches. I’m running out of time. Changing direction, I head to the stairs as fast as I can while being mostly quiet. The stairs don’t creak when I rush up them, a testament to their building abilities, and I scurry to Hudson’s room, hoping it’ll be the last place they look.
“Twenty-five,” Gage calls out loudly.
No. This will be too easy. I turn and head back into the hall, looking around wildly, attention snaring on the steps that lead to the third floor attic. I haven’t been up there yet, and while there are probably spiders, it’s the perfect place to hide.
“Thirty,” Cole says.
Heart hammering against my ribs, I rush up them, take them two at a time, and throw myself into the fully finished attic room that’s lit up by a thin strip of LED lights running along the peak of the pitched ceiling.
Instead of exposed wood, cobwebs, and god knows what creepy crawlies, the space is inviting.
A soft rug greets my bare feet as I walk deeper into the space, momentarily forgetting that I’m meant to be hiding.
It’s a perfect little guest bedroom. A king-sized bed, a TV and couch, even a little mini-kitchen. I had no idea all of this was up here.
“Forty! Ready or not–”
“Here we come,” Gage finishes for Cole.
Shit. Shit. Shit. I hold my breath, like they can hear me from this far away, and carefully get to my knees, crawling toward the bed which is elevated on four-inch risers.
That’s the only reason I’ll fit under there.
I shimmy beneath it, breath shuddering, pulse racing, and fix the bed skirt once I’m in.
The guys are shuffling around in the distance. I breathe in deep, steadying myself, and get under control so my panting doesn’t give me away. Distantly, doors open and shut. Adrenaline rattles through me the closer the sounds get. Who knew I’d love hide-and-seek as an adult?
They work through the spaces on the lower levels, taking their sweet time, but the more time they spend looking for me, the more likely I am to get my way. Smiling to myself, I rest my cheek on my hand and keep my eyes on the slip of space between the floor and bed skirt.
The faintest rustle of clothing coming up the stairs sends my heart tripping over itself. I bite my cheek and try to keep my breathing quiet. Someone pads into the room. Fuck. I’m caught.
They check the closet first then around the rest of the room. Even when they come close to the bed and my chest almost explodes, they don’t drop to their knees to peek under the bed.
Amateurs.
The sound of their retreat triggers a smirk. I’m going to win. Excitement bubbles inside me, and I almost let out an excited squeal, but I’m not that sloppy. They’ll look for me for a bit longer, and when they can’t find me, they’ll give–
“Gotcha.” Hands clamp around my ankles.
I scream as I’m tugged out from under the bed, heart slamming.
Cole drags me out, but Gage is there too, standing over me with his arms crossed and an infuriating grin tugging at his lips.
“No fair! You can’t tag team.”
“That’s not what you said,” Cole tells me, rolling me over and straddling my body as he pins my wrists above my head on the soft rug. “In fact, I think I distinctly remember you asking us to tag team you.”
“I didn’t ask,” I counter. “I told you if I win, I want you both. Seeing as I lost and technically you pulled me out, you get me all to yourself.”
“Mmm, I don’t think so, Lily,” Cole lowers his hips to meet mine, pressing his length against my core.
I bite back a moan.
“You see, Gage and I made an arrangement and decided either way, we wanted to share you.”
“You can’t double deal.” Why am I arguing with him? That’s exactly what I want.
His mouth brushes over mine. “Are you telling me you don’t want to?”
“No, no. I want to. It’s just the principle is all.”
He chuckles and rubs his length against me. “Don’t be a sore loser, Red. You still get what you want.”
My gaze shifts to Gage. “And you’re okay with this?”
He nods, ripping his shirt off. “More than okay, darlin’.”
Cole helps me stand, and once I’m on my feet, the two of them work together to undress me. Gage helps me out of my shirt, kissing my shoulder as he peels the fabric up my arms, and Cole slides my shorts and thong down my legs, knuckles brushing against my too-hot skin.
Gage threads his fingers into my hair and guides my mouth to his as Cole undresses, clothes hitting the floor behind me.
I sweep my tongue along the seam of Gage’s lips and he hums in approval, his own darting out to capture mine.
He tugs me against his hard body, and I wrap my arms around his neck, teasing the strands of hair at the base of his head.
Excitement thrums through me as Cole’s hands find my waist. His mouth brushes over my shoulder, peppering me with kisses, and the firmness of his erection presses into my ass. “My turn,” Cole murmurs against my skin.
Gage breaks away, reaching for the band of his pants while Cole spins me and captures my lips.
Their kisses consume me, making me feel half-drunk with how giddy I am.
Cole guides me back until my knees hit the mattress.
I fall back onto my elbows and he follows, our tongues tangling as we shimmy up the bed.
The bed dips as Gage joins us and heat explodes inside me. Cole kisses me some more, shifting to the side so Gage can settle between my legs. His warm breath teases my pussy. He pinches my nipple between two fingers right as his tongue smooths through my slit and circles my clit.