Chapter 19
Skye
I’d woken up surrounded by hot men.
Both literally and figuratively. My cheeks had been pink when I teleported into the bathroom.
Spending the night surrounded by so many hunks meant I’d probably need to start sleeping with several fans.
I’d come back out to find Rafe was dressed and ready to leave, having some business to attend to that seemed like maybe he was off to do something shady.
I’d gotten back in bed to snuggle against Wyatt while he read one of my medical books and Aiden slept like the dead.
Eventually my stomach growled loudly, interrupting my dozing, and Aiden groaned from beside me, as if my stomach had woken him.
I was momentarily mortified.
Wyatt chuckled softly next to me, noticing my mortification, and then Aiden rolled over, draping his arm over me and pulling me to him and away from Wyatt.
“Mm, morning baby.”
I squeezed my thighs together. Aiden’s morning voice was sexy.
Wyatt made a disapproving sound, then pulled me back to him. I squeaked in shock, and Aiden lifted his head to squint at Wyatt over me.
“Wyatt, now’s not the time for a game of tug-of-war,” Aiden scolded mockingly. He grabbed my hand and kissed each of my fingers while I giggled.
“She was with me first,” Wyatt muttered.
Aiden grinned, first sweet, then taunting. “Actually, she’ll be with you last.”
Wyatt was still for a second, then he lunged at Aiden, which meant I got squished between them as they started wrestling.
At least…I hoped it was wrestling and not actual fighting.
I yelped as someone’s hand trapped my hair against the bed, and then I teleported into the bathroom.
Manly grunts and groans with the occasional hiss echoed from the bedroom while I brushed my teeth and washed my face.
Eventually, there was a loud thud and an even louder bark of laughter from Aiden before he came sauntering into the bathroom with… leaves in his hair.
“Good morning, baby.” He kissed my cheek before moving to start the shower.
I blinked at the leaves, then shook my head.
They didn’t kill each other. No one broke a bone. This was an improvement.
I walked back into the bedroom to find Wyatt reading again, though his hair was disheveled and a few leaves littered the rug around the bed.
I walked around the bed to where Wyatt lay while he tried very hard to pretend he didn’t notice me, and then I licked my thumb before wiping away a smudge of soot on his cheek.
Wyatt’s eyelashes fluttered before his hazel eyes met mine.
“Hi,” I whispered.
He smiled. “Hi. Come here.”
I leaned into him as he shifted, setting his feet on the ground so he sat facing me. He tilted his head back to meet my gaze, and I couldn’t help it. I moved in, shocking the both of us when I pressed my lips to his.
The kiss was slow, unhurried, since we were alone.
Wyatt’s hands tightened around mine, then began to drift up my forearms, then moved to my waist. I leaned further into him, breathing a laugh when he tightened his grip on my waist, then pulled me onto the bed.
I straddled him on my knees before his hands moved around to my ass.
“Now?” I whispered. “With Aiden in the shower?”
“Don’t say another man’s name while my hands are on your ass,” he growled.
I shivered, practically melting into him when he began to kiss along my jaw. One of his hands wrapped around the back of my neck, holding me tight so that I was completely trapped in his arms.
I didn’t want to leave.
“Wyatt,” I breathed against his temple.
“Shh,” he hushed me gently. “Let me do this.”
Fuck, he could do whatever he wanted if he kept talking to me in that husky voice. I tried to rub my thighs together, momentarily forgetting I was spread around his waist.
“You’re aching for me, aren’t you?”
I whimpered, equal parts turned on and pissed that I was turned on. It wasn’t fair how quickly he got me going. One of his hands moved down my back to squeeze my ass almost too hard, and I squirmed again.
“Don’t play with me,” I murmured.
“Oh no, is this making you mad?” he taunted.
Who the hell was this man?
I pushed back, making a sound of disbelief when he tightened his hold on me further, practically squeezing me.
“Are you going to fight me?” he murmured. “You do love to make me work for it.”
My brain was slow, my thoughts still stuck on how confidently he’d pulled me onto him.
“Is that what you want?” I asked finally. “You…” Want me to hit you again.
I didn’t say it, but Wyatt let me pull back just enough for our gazes to connect. The look in his eyes wasn’t hard to decipher. Wyatt totally wanted me to hit him. Maybe he wanted me to fight him?
“Would you like that?” I murmured.
Wyatt’s head dipped in the barest of nods.
I leaned forward and kissed him. “We need to talk more about this,” I whispered against his lips. “When…we’re more alone.”
Wyatt breathed a sigh of relief, then kissed me again, biting down softly on my bottom lip. I licked across his lips, eager for more of his taste. His hold on me had softened, giving me enough freedom to move my hand around to his waistband, and–
“Well this is not what I expected to find.”
Wyatt groaned as I buried my face in his neck with a giggle. Rafe was turning into quite the cock-block.
“With the door open, darling? Zephyr would pluck out his eyes. Unless…that’s the goal?”
“Rafe,” I chided, my voice muffled as I spoke against Wyatt’s skin.
“You really know how to ruin a moment,” Wyatt snapped.
Rafe snorted as he strode into the room. “It would’ve been much worse if Zephyr found you.”
“Zephyr’s in the café,” I said with an eye-roll.
“Oh, hey, Rafe’s here.”
Rafe barked a laugh, quickly pulling the door closed behind him. I twisted as far as I could, since Wyatt wouldn’t let me go, and I laughed out loud at Aiden, still dripping wet and wearing nothing but a towel around his hips.
“Well, isn’t this nice? We’re all so comfortable with each other, now.” Rafe said, seeming genuinely happy.
Wyatt’s grip finally loosened, and I squirmed until I’d turned around completely to sit in his lap, my back to his chest. He settled his arms around my stomach, then rested his chin on my shoulder.
“Hey, I’ve always been comfortable,” Aiden argued, dropping his towel to punctuate his point. Wyatt made a disgusted sound while Rafe laughed and I giggled. Aiden sifted through his clothes without a care in the world, bent over so that his pale ass was on full display.
“Guess who the new headmaster is,” Rafe said, shifting the subject away from Aiden’s freckled ass.
Wyatt furrowed his brow, glancing around for his phone.
“Coach,” Rafe blurted like he couldn’t hold it in anymore.
“Oh, fuck that,” Aiden whined while Wyatt’s jaw dropped.
I only blinked. Were there…literally no other options?
After a few minutes of Aiden’s complaining, Wyatt cut him off.
“Where did you go?” he asked Rafe.
“I met with the governor,” Rafe said with a sigh. “Annoying man. Bald as hell.”
Aiden laughed. “How does that make him annoying?”
Rafe looked at Aiden like that was the dumbest question he’d ever heard.
“Why did you meet with the governor?” I asked, holding in another shiver as Wyatt traced circles along the outside of my thigh.
Rafe watched Wyatt, his gaze darkening as he answered. “We’re getting all the permits squared away. I’m going to dig up the mass grave and get all the pieces identified.”
I froze.
Wyatt paused his circles, and Aiden raised his eyebrows.
“Really?” I blurted.
“Yes, really.” Rafe frowned. “Is that so hard to believe?”
“No,” I said at the same time Aiden said, “Yeah.”
Rafe pursed his lips at Aiden, then looked to Wyatt, who hadn’t reacted.
“You’re judging me,” Rafe said.
“The people will judge you,” Wyatt corrected. “They’re going to think you only care now because of Skye.”
That wasn’t entirely false, but Wyatt cared a lot about Rafe’s public image, and the Royals in general, so of course his assessment would be more critical. I wondered if his worry all these years had been his subconscious knowing they would be in a Chain together someday.
Aiden leaned over the bed, kissing me even as I sat in Wyatt’s lap. “I’ll see you later, I’m going to help Zephyr close up.”
My eyes darted to the clock, then I nodded. We’d somehow slept well into the day. The café was closing down, so Zephyr would just need to clean. I was the fastest at cleaning, but I hated being the one to do it.
Aiden sauntered out the bedroom door, and after a few beats of awkward silence, Rafe perched on the edge of my bed and wiggled his eyebrows.
“So. Threesome time?”
I snorted and Wyatt groaned.
“Maybe,” I said at the same time Wyatt said, “Fuck off.”
“Maybe?” Rafe repeated excitedly. The bed dipped as he put a knee down, leaning into me. I breathed out in momentary shock as he kissed me, and then I began to melt back against Wyatt’s chest.
Wyatt still held me, which I didn’t realize until his hands began to move from my stomach upward, settling on my breasts. I let out the smallest moan, a sound Rafe swallowed down greedily, then the bed dipped again as he climbed up without breaking the kiss.
Wyatt’s fingers rubbed across my breasts, searching for my nipples beneath the thin fabric of my t-shirt. I arched my back, moving into his touch as his fingers grazed over my nipples, and then I felt him at my neck, kissing and nibbling on one side while Rafe devoured my mouth.
I whimpered, suddenly overwhelmed with the amount of sensation.
My affinity vibrated through my hands like it wanted to come out to play, too, and that was weird.
Rafe broke from the kiss to move to the other side of my neck, opposite Wyatt, and I moaned out loud as a shadow curled around my waist, prodding at the waistband of my leggings.
“Let’s see what’s under here,” Rafe purred, slipping his hand along the band, teasing his fingers against my stomach while I writhed against Wyatt.
We all froze at the sound of a crash from below us. I sat up quickly, my horniness disappearing in an instant as Rafe pulled back. The three of us listened, our hearts pounding.
At the second crash, I teleported down to the basement.