bro,” he shot back. “It barely touches anything. They’re both in glass bottles. They both have the same exposure to…”
His words trailed off as I retreated into my own mind, conjuring up thoughts and images of last night. The boys had been savage and relentless, taking me over and over throughout the night. But they’d also been gentle and attentive, and loving too.
Very loving.
Even after we’d passed out I found myself waking up to a pair of lips kissing me somewhere, or a knee nudging its way between my thighs in the quest for more. Of course I gave it to them. Because as good as sleep felt, it was even more glorious and amazing to spread my legs again and again, giving them free reign over my warm, willing body.
As far as I was concerned, trading sleep for sex was a total no-brainer. Especially that kind of sex.
“Fine, we’ll let her settle it,” Warren finished. “Kayla! Which of these is the best?”
He was holding up four different bottles now, apparently scavenged from other tables. Warren and Luke were staring at me intently, hanging on my next word. Adrian, who was cutting through his pancakes with a fork, just looked annoyed.
“That one,” I said, pointing to the bottle with the green label.
“Ugh,” Warren scowled. “Tabasco green pepper sauce?” He shook his head disappointedly. “It tastes like battery acid.”
“All of it tastes like battery acid,” I laughed. “Just different types of battery acid.”
Warren looked at the green labeled bottle and shook it. “You haven’t even had this one, have you?”
“No,” I admitted with a smile. “But it ends the argument, so…”
I’d barely touched my bacon and eggs. Partly because of the knot in my stomach, and partly because I had order envy. Adrian’s pancakes looked amazing right about now. Silently I debated the age-old tactic of pointing out the window and then stealing one.
“Fine, I’m gonna try this crap,” said Warren, spinning the top off the green-labeled bottle. “I’m gonna give it an honest shot, but if it doesn’t live up to—”
“Are we going to talk about the elephant in the room?” I asked abruptly.
Silence. Awkward, uncomfortable silence.
My shoulders grew tighter with each passing second.
“What elephant?” asked Luke.
“The one from last night, when all three of you fucked the living daylights out of me?”
If the other silence was awkward, this one was downright cringe-worthy. It stretched on twice as long, too.
“If I remember it right,” Adrian finally chimed in, “you did some of the fucking yourself.”
“A lot of the fucking,” Warren agreed. “More than your fair share of it, actually.”
“Yeah, well I was outnumbered,” I countered quickly. “And out-gunned.”
“Are you saying you regret—”
“No, no! I don’t regret anything!” My exclamation stopped Luke in his tracks. “I loved last night. I just… I mean…”
The guys were looking at me now, with an innocent curiosity. It would’ve been funny if it weren’t such a crazy situation.
“I mean we do all that,” I swung an arm behind us. “What we did back there? But then we wake up, and no one says anything? We all just take showers, like nothing happened…”
“Well showers were necessary,” Warren lamented.
“… and then you all just take me out to breakfast?”
“We always have breakfast here,” Luke said defensively. “Been doing it since high school. It’s our place, remember?”
“Yes, but—”
“What she means is we don’t usually take her out to breakfast,” Adrian leaned in, his voice going low, “after having three-on-one marathon sex with her all night.”
“Yes, finally,” I nodded. “Someone gets it.”
“Oh we get it,” Warren said, munching a strip of extra-crispy bacon. “Or rather… we got it.”
He looked back at me, his handsome face set off by his gorgeous brown eyes. It was throwing me off my game.
“Did you want to talk about it?”
I swallowed hard, setting my coffee down. “Well… yes.”
The guys dropped their forks and looked at me expectantly. Normally I was relaxed under their scrutiny. Now, I could feel the blood rushing to my face.
“I need to know what happens next,” I said.
Warren and Luke exchanged a glance, then looked back at Adrian together. Eventually my original ex-boyfriend shrugged.
“I guess you choose.”
The choice of words stunned me. It was the last thing I expected.
“Choose?”
“Well yeah,” Luke started in. “Kayla, we all had the same thing in mind: we wanted you back. We figured you’d come to town, we’d do our thing, and maybe one of us would rekindle what we had with you. At that point, the others who didn’t get chosen would step away.”
“The