Chapter 4
We stop in the bedroom long enough for me to take my nighttime medicines. Sahara is chuckling in the living room when we walk back in. Tray is still sitting in the recliner but Butterfinger, my orange tabby cat, is now in Tray’s lap.
I grab the bottle of aloe off of the coffee table and toss it onto my bed before returning.
“You ready to fold out the bed?” I ask Sahara.
We move the table out of the way and go gather up the bedding while the guys fold out the couch bed.
Once their bed is set up, I yawn then say, “I know it is kinda early, but I am exhausted. This tomato is going to slather on more aloe, then go to bed. Good night y’all. ”
Dalton gives Tray a look, nods his head once then nods toward the bedroom. Tray’s eyes get big, but he nods once in return. Gunner is watching the exchange, “what’s with the secret exchange there guys?”
“We figured that the two of you would have trouble keeping your hands to yourselves, so Tray is going to sleep with us tonight. Give you some privacy and he will be more comfortable than trying to sleep in the recliner.” Dalton states.
Gunner raises an eyebrow in an unspoken question, to which Dalton responds with, “nothing sexual. Just sleep, if you two can keep the noise down tonight.” Sahara jumps up with a giggle, “yep! I have to go to the bathroom before you three get in bed.”
Dalton and Tray stroll into the bedroom to find me sitting on Dalton’s side of the bed, staring at the overly large shirt that I usually sleep in, already half asleep.
“What’s wrong, baby?” Dalton asks as they come to stand in front of me. “I was going to put my shirt on but remembered that I need someone to put the aloe on my back. Then I got to questioning if I should put the shirt on or sleep in the tank-top because of the sunburn. What do you think?”
“Hmm … I think the shirt will be better for you. It will help keep the aloe on for a while. And you usually toss and turn so much that the tank-top would be rubbing on the sunburn. Okay, stand up so we can get the top off.”
As Dalton is helping me stand, Sahara exits the bathroom. She says a quick ‘night y’all’ and pulls the door almost closed behind her, leaving a small opening for the cats. Tray walks up behind me and grabs the aloe gel bottle while Dalton is pulling the tank-top over my head.
I am left standing in a sports bra and shorts, knowing that my jelly rolls are on display.
Tray starts rubbing the aloe on the back of my neck and shoulders while Dalton works on the front side, and I no longer care that my rolls are on display.
I stand there with my eyes closed, enjoying the pampering.
“Okay. Tray, you want to hit the bathroom while I get her into bed? Then I will take my turn in the bathroom. I think she is so relaxed that there won’t be any problems tonight.” I hear Dalton say very softly to Tray.
“Arms up, hun.” I don’t even open my eyes as Dalton slips my night shirt on.
As he pulls the shirt down, I feel him take my shorts and panties down as well.
I open my eyes as he stands back up. He kisses the tip of my nose before whispering, “don’t worry.
I know you can’t sleep with undies on. Nothing is going to happen tonight.
I will be right here with you. Promise. Now, get in bed before you fall over. ”
I slide into the middle of the bed, laying on my stomach. I can hear the guys talking as Tray comes out of the bathroom … but I am sound asleep before either of them get in bed with me.