Watch Me - Page 82

I pause with my sandwich halfway to my mouth. When Seth ordered me to sleep alone last night, I couldn’t help feeling a little rejected. Is he going to be mad that Blake slept with me? I still don’t know what’s acceptable and what isn’t.

That’s what the agreement is supposed to outline.

Setting my sandwich down, I pick up my water for my suddenly dry throat. The pills rattle in a bottle, and Blake hands me a couple of Advil. I smile and take them.

When Seth turns his dark blue eyes to me, I can’t help getting caught in them. “You’ve been through hell this weekend. I imagine you don’t want to be left alone any more than we want to leave you alone.”

I press my lips together against the sudden fullness in my throat. Having them with me definitely helps.

“We can do this one of two ways. You can rotate between our beds or we can rotate in yours.” Seth gives me a questioning look.

I swallow the lump in my throat. Always giving me choices. I look around at the others. Each of them looks eager for my answer.

“I’d prefer to go to your beds, if that’s okay.” My bed is fine, but it’s giant, and without all of them, it feels empty.

Seth nods. “You sleep with me tonight.”

My core clenches at the thought of being alone with each of them. To explore their individual desires like I did with Blake and Coop yesterday.

“I’ve sent you a comprehensive list to look over.” Seth takes a bite of his sandwich, and my attention returns to him. “It’s what we’ll build our arrangement on. We need to know what hard limits you have, as well as things you might be curious about.”

I swallow my bite as my body hums with awareness. I fight the urge to pull up the list and read through it right now. Instead, I take another bite.

“We’ll discuss the arrangement, if you are still agreeable to it, at the Friday meeting.”

Like a Pavlovian response, my panties dampen at the mention of the Friday meeting. Two of them taking me at once. I want more of that.

“Yes, sir.” I glance at him to see his smirk at the sir.

“It might make sense to sleep in our beds during the week, but Friday through Sunday, we’ll all sleep with you in your bed.” Seth’s words keep keying me up.

I cross my legs at the ache there. “I’d like that.”

The guys stare at me with hungry eyes. I’d like that a lot.

“Good.” Seth pauses until I raise my gaze to him. “About this morning and being late?—‍”

“It won’t happen again,” I insert quickly.

He reaches across the table and takes my hand. When I look into his eyes, they’ve softened. “You’re still recovering. Sleep is vital to that.”

His piercing gaze meets each guy’s in turn. “That means making sure you get plenty of sleep. If that means sleeping in, then that’s what you should do.”

My heart lightens, and I squeeze Seth’s hand.

“After the groceries arrive, stay up here and take a nap.”

I want to protest, but I know my energy is still low. I finish my sandwich while the others talk about business, listening for anything that might be important to make a note of.

No one protests when I help clean the kitchen. I mean, my hands and legs still work. It’s just my throat that’s irritated, and my head still aches.

As we finish, Blake draws me into a kiss that is everything but brief. When he lifts his head, I want more. He smiles as he spins me to Noah.

Noah catches me and captures my lips. Desire weaves its spell on me as he thrusts his tongue into my mouth the way he fucks me. My insides ache with want. When he lifts his mouth, he presses his forehead against mine.

“If you need to rest, use my couch, kitten.” His deep voice makes shivers race down my spine.

I definitely wouldn’t want to just rest on his couch. As Noah backs away, Cooper steals a kiss. His fingers dig into my ass cheeks and I gasp against his mouth. When he deepens the kiss, my pussy aches with the need for release.