Total pages in book: 89
Estimated words: 82949 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 415(@200wpm)___ 332(@250wpm)___ 276(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 82949 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 415(@200wpm)___ 332(@250wpm)___ 276(@300wpm)
I hear a shower turn on, but I bury my face in the crook of Malyk’s neck, desperate for sleep. Fatigue fights with my brain, but as soon as the shower droplets hit my body, I shiver from the warmth. Talking clatters in the background, but everyone moves in a blur. The sweet scent of papaya and lavender coats my nostrils, but as soon as cold sheets touch my bare skin, my eyes close, and I swear—I could sleep for days.
The sound of my phone vibrating against the side table pulls me out of my sleep, and I try to lift my arm to grab it, but realize someone is weighing it down. I pull away slightly, just enough to see who it is, to be met with the sharp edges of Dion’s jaw. Tattoos line his neck and throat, crawling up to the back of his scalp. His nose ring glistens against the morning sun, and I sigh. Enjoying the moment of silence, admiring his beauty. Dion is the hottest thing to hit the music industry since Justin Bieber—just don’t tell him that—yet it’s still hard for me to see him that way. All my life, he’s been Dion Quinn, my best friend’s cousin and archnemesis.
I flinch from the memories and fight with myself not to shove him out of the bed. “Asshole.”
The soft edges of his lips spread into a wide grin, and he opens one eye on me. “Good morning to you too, princess.” He stretches his arms wide, and I don’t bother to hide the way my eyes crawl over his defined muscles.
“Can you grab my phone, please?” I bat my lashes up at him just as someone moves from behind me, and I feel Malyk’s lips on the base of my neck.
I rest my hand on his as Dion grabs my phone, handing it to me before squeezing his eyes with his fingers.
My muscles feel bruised as I lift my arm, opening my latest messages. It’s not that any of us were particularly rough, it’s that the sex itself was. Yet here I am…totally capable and considering straddling one—or all—of them right now.
“Just to be clear,” Malyk growls from behind me, his hand sprawling over my lower belly to force me into his hard cock.
Dion chuckles, clearing his throat. “Here we go…”
“—None of us share.”
My thoughts freeze. Did he just? I shift slightly, shutting off the screen of my phone. “Really? Because the way I see it is we all did an awful lot of sharing last night.” I lift a single brow but turn back to my phone.
Dion catches my chin with his hand, forcing my eyes up to his. Dion has always been a problem for me for as long as I can remember, so seeing him in this light—in my bed—isn’t something I thought I’d get used to.
“What he means is that we don’t share outside of us three.”
My mouth closes, and I think over what I could say to answer that. Truth is, I probably have nothing. Nothing except mine and Dion’s secret that we’ve both carried most of our lives. Has he told them about it? Has he told anyone about it? Panic knocks me out of my deep haze, and I bring my attention back to my phone.
“Ditto.”
The bedroom door swings open, and I quickly shoot up from the bed like a guilty teenager being caught with her boyfriend in her bed. Only there are two.
I fall back down onto my back when I see Sparrow kicking the door closed while tossing his shirt into the corner. I hadn’t realized, but sometime after I passed out last night, they must have moved me to another room. This one is larger, with a wide California king bed, an abundance of pillows, two large dressers, a large TV, a three-seater sofa pushed up against a floating wall that separates the bathroom and walk-in closet, and a bay window with velvet black window coverings. It has to be the master bedroom, which means—it’s Dion’s. This room was obviously the first to be renovated.
“Your mother dearest still here?” Malyk asks, rolling out of the other side of the bed.
My eyes follow Sparrow as he disappears into the bathroom and the shower turns on. “Yeah, she won’t fucking leave now. Neither will Mahlia.”
“Tsk, tsk—” Dion slips his arm beneath the back of my neck. “That may be a little problem for this one. Just saying.”
Malyk follows Sparrow through to the bathroom. “I’ll put my money on Shiloh. Mahlia is all bark no bite.”
“Ah.” I look between all three of them. “Why would that matter?”
“It doesn’t.” Sparrow shakes his head.
“Kind of sounded like it did.”
I tap open my new texts from Cooper.
Jesus Christ…
I type back a quick reply. Don’t leave me here alone.
I wouldn’t. Breakfast?
Yes. But not here.