Hey, can Dylan sleep in bed with us, or would that be weird.
As long as he doesn’t touch my dick, it’ll be fine.
You are completely ridiculous.
Did we have that whole conversation with our eyebrows and shoulders? Yes. Yes we did. Because when you spend every day with a person, you can read them better than yourself most of the time.
Dylan was looking at us like we were aliens. “Dylan, you can sleep with me and Frankie, or there's the pull out couch if you’d be more comfortable there?”
His eyes flitted between us both. “That’s what that whole eyebrow thing was about?” he said, pointing to us both. I nodded and he shook his head. “Sure, as long as he doesn’t touch my dick.”
Frankie and I both laughed, but he slapped Dylan on the shoulder. “You aren’t that fucking lucky. Dibs on the big spoon.”
He launched himself into the air, belly flopping onto the bed like a child. I shook my head and shrugged at Dylan, kicking off my pants. I stepped back into the door so I had a decent run up and cannonballed into the center of the bed. Dylan shucked out of his pants and crawled in next to me. Then there were three in the bed.
We laid there awkwardly for a second, before I thought fuck it. I backed my ass up into Frankie’s body, and dragged Dylan closer so I could put my head on his chest. It was wall to wall man and I’m not gonna lie, it was the best feeling ever.
Dylan tangled his hands in my hair, and kissed it. “Night, Tessa.”
I kissed his chest, just appreciating the scent of him though we both needed a shower bad. “I’ll wake you up in a couple of hours for your meds,” I murmured.
“Mmhmm,” Dylan said groggily. “Tessa?”
Frankie’s hand traced soothing circles onto my hip, and it was putting me to sleep. “Yeah?”
“I’m not opposed to threesomes,” he slurred, then his soft snores echoed around the room. I could feel Frankie’s body shaking behind me as he laughed silently.
I curled an arm over his waist. “Maybe next time, Champ,” I whispered into the darkness, and Frankie curled around me more. “Definitely next time,” he growled. “Sweet dreams, Querida.”
Sweet dreams indeed.
13
When I woke up in a tangle of limbs the following morning, I’m not going to lie, my mind went right to the gutter. Two glorious chests pressed against me, and Frankie had a leg slung over mine, and more amusingly, over Dylan as well.
I needed to pee, but I was just way too comfy to move just yet. Frankie had his face buried in the back of my neck, the steady deep breaths of sleep whispering over my skin. Dylan had his face snuggled into my chest, literally he was nose to nipple. His face looked even worse today, which I didn't think would be possible. He was due for more pain meds, and the image of him being flung around flashed back into my brain. I was helpless to resist as I ran my fingers through his dark hair. It was soft and shiny, and when I scraped my nails against his scalp, he all but purred in his sleep. Something in my chest tightened, and it felt a lot like feelings. Yeah, that was my cue to get out of bed.
I tried to wiggle out from between them stealthily, but there were too many limbs. Frankie’s arm tightened around my waist. “Stop wiggling and go back to sleep,” he murmured sleepily. He pressed his lips to the back of my neck, and I sighed happily. Going back to sleep in his arms suddenly felt like the best thing ever. Unfortunately, my bladder trumped my errant vagina.
“Gotta pee and get Dylan’s meds,” I whispered, and climbed over Frankie’s body. I should have known better, because as soon as I was straddling his lap, he thrust his morning wood against my ass.
“Mmm, as nice as that would be, we are about three seconds away from accidentally getting kinky with watersports,” I said as I pecked him on the lips.
His laughter followed me to the bathroom. I peed, brushed my teeth and finger combed my hair before tying it back into a bun on the top of my head. I looked like a bedraggled mess, but this was me. I wasn’t going to pretend that I woke up looking like birds and mice gave me a makeover in the middle of the night. I grabbed Dylan’s meds and a glass of water. From experience, I knew he’d have the headache from hell right about now.
When I walked back into the room, both Frankie and Dylan were awake, having a quiet, intense conversation.
I cleared my throat. “If you guys are about to make out, can I watch?”
Dylan laughed, looking sexy and sleepy. He put both hands up and made gimme gimme hands. “Come here, Baby Girl. I like Frankie, but you are prettier.”
I couldn’t help the goofy smile on my face either. I walked over and held the pills out to him. “Nuh-uh. Medicine first.Then snuggles.”
He rested on his elbows and dutifully took his pills. “Are we roleplaying sexy nurses? Because I think I’m ready for my tongue bath.”
I climbed under the blankets, draping my body along his. Dylan had a body like he was made for GQ shoots. All lean, hard muscles that I would normally very much enjoy running my tongue over. But I’m pretty sure sex after significant brain injuries was a no-no. So instead of doing all the terrible, depraved things I wanted to do to his body, I just kissed him softly.
Tender kisses are dangerous. A tender kiss was like splitting your chest open and laying yourself bare. A fervent kiss is full of passion and pleasure, but a tender kiss shoots directly for the heart. You didn’t tenderly kiss strangers.
Apparently, while I was trying to be good, Dylan’s body had other ideas. His hands grabbed my ass and he ground his morning erection into my core, making me moan a little. I couldn’t help but push back against him.
“Dylan…” I started, but got lost in his sipping kiss a moment. I pulled back a little. “Dylan, you just got your head stomped on. We are not fucking,” I chastized. Hardest words I’ve ever had to say. I looked over at Frankie who was watching me with hooded eyes full of heat. I don’t know why I felt relieved at that moment, I guess I was waiting for jealousy to rear its head.
Dylan didn’t seem overly perturbed. “Heads fine,” he grumbled, though I saw him wince when he moved too fast. Seeing him in pain seemed to snap me from my lust-haze.
I pushed his shoulders back onto the bed. “There’s time, Dylan. Neither of us are going anywhere. I can wait ‘til you can bring your A-game without blowing a blood vessel.” I kissed him softly, then rolled off him and back into the center of the bed. I turned my head, and Frankie kissed my cheek.
A girl could get damn used to this.
I cuddled my body back into Frankie’s and then dragged Dylan closer until I was wrapped in muscle. Frankie nuzzled my cheek. “Wanna order pancakes from room service and eat them in bed?”
Yeah, I could get really used to this.
The Uber dropped me off at the arena, and I pulled my gear out after me. I left Frankie at the hotel with Dylan. Mostly because Dylan had looked like a kicked puppy when I got ready to ride. Not being able to ride is hell. I knew it. And Dylan was going to be out for at least a month and that was a long time when you lived and breathed this sport. I didn’t know if he’d stay here in Fort Worth or if he’d go home for the month, wherever that was. A part of me hoped he’d travel around with me, but that might be too much to ask for a new relationship, especially when he had to watch me get ready to go do the thing he so badly wanted to do every week.