“Wake up, buddy,” I tell him, tapping his face. “You need to spit. You can’t swallow it,” I laugh.
“That’s what she said,” he laughs.
‘”And who is she?” I laugh, pulling him forward so he can spit the toothpaste out.
“Huh?” he says mumblingly to my question, clearly too intoxicated to remember what he said when the door opens. Marabella walks in. I stare at her over my shoulder. Mara’s eyes widen as she sees me naked and in the shower with a very naked Kyan. Awkward!
Yet she doesn’t comment on my getting naked with him or the fact my dick is right in his face, which by the way makes this situation look like I am some pervert taking advantage of him.
“Is he alright?” she asks, rushing over and opening the shower door.
“He is fine, just drunk,” I tell her, and she sighs.
“I woke up, and you were gone. Are you sure he is okay?” she asks, prying his eyelids open, his eyes roll around in his head.
“Yep, I was about to bring him to bed,” I tell her, and she leans over, grabbing the soap from my hand. Marabella helps me finish washing him, but now he is comatose. “You did not see him like this,” I tell her.
“See what?” she laughs, wrapping a towel around him while I hold him up.
“She definitely did, and I will make sure to tell him what an ass of himself he made,” Kaif says, coming forward.
“Hey! Kaif, there’s no need to do so. And don’t be mean,” Mara scolds.
“Never, my love,” he purrs at her, and she chuckles.
“Well, can you help us dress him and get him to bed, please?” she asks Kaif, and he does, coming forward. Wow, isn’t this so damn surprising? Anything for Mara and not a bit of help for good old guardian buddy Joanh, right?
“You damn well come forward for her, you twat, but made me drag him up here!” I hiss at him.
“She said please,” Kaif laughs, and I shake my head. I just brushed his damn teeth and washed him, but he comes forward instantly for her. Kaif also helps us get Kyan in bed before I feel him leave, going back into the deepest parts of Kyan’s mind.
Kyan snores, and Mara pulls the blanket over him, while I grab some shorts and climb into bed behind him. After yawning, I flick the light out when Mara giggles, and I lift my head to look for Kyan in the dark. Kyan has pushed his nose into her neck, tugging her to him.
“You’re home now, Kye, where you belong,” I whisper to him as I sigh, and roll over, tossing my arm over both of them, and fall asleep.
Marabella
Upon feeling someone move and hearing Kyan groan, I am roused awake as he tucks me closer to him, burying his face into my neck. He slowly rolls me toward him, and I am enveloped in his heady fragrance. The warmness of him seeps into my skin, covering me in his scent. Jonah, in turn, pulls him closer. His arm lay across Kyan’s waist, his hand resting on my lower back. And this feels perfect. This is how it was meant to be. How it should have been from the very start.
“I feel like shit,” Kyan groans against my chest. I run my fingers through his dark, tousled hair, my nails making circles on his scalp, and he groans in approval. I blink, wondering what time it is because the sun is already pretty high in the sky, from what I can tell through the light filtering into the room between the cracks of the blinds. Damn, how long have we been sleeping?
Jonah tugs Kyan closer, and Kyan lifts his head, looking down at Jonah’s muscular arm pulling him closer. I chuckle, and Kyan grips his wrist, raising his arm, before sighing and placing it back down.
As Kyan turns back to face me, he looks down at me, squashed against him. And I can’t help but smile, finding it rather cute. His hand moves to my cheek, and he cups it with his hand, then drops his head back onto my chest, burying his face in my boobs. His hand rests on the side of my face and the other is on my shoulder. The realization dawns on me that Kyan is actually leaning his head on my chest. This big, powerful man that has done everything to shut me out. The very man, who has refused us both from having one another – he is here, pressed flush against me.
As I run my fingers through his hair, messaging his scalp, I can feel his breath on my skin when he finally looks up again.
He stares at me. “I’m sorry, Ella. If I could take it back, I would,” Kyan murmurs. His thumb strokes over my bottom lip softly as he hovers above me, his eyes search mine, and I can see he means every word. His emotions are raw and displayed across his face. This time, Kyan isn’t trying to shut me out or hide anything from me.
“Damn, those words must have tasted so salty on your tongue,” Jonah laughs behind him, and Kyan clicks his tongue and turns his head to glare at him. Kyan chuckles softly. Goddess, I love his smile, his laugh, and I can’t help but smile at seeing this side of him.
“That erection you have best be for Ella and not me,” Kyan retorts, shooting Jonah a pointed look.
“What?” Jonah says and his eyes widen. He jumps back, falling off the bed with a thud. I snicker at him before Jonah stands up, his hands cover his crotch awkwardly. Not that he is able to conceal that huge thing. Jonah clears his throat awkwardly, his face flames with embarrassment, his eyes look everywhere but at us. And I have to suppress laughing at him.
“Fucking Kaif,” Jonah mutters with a growl.
“Please don’t,” Kyan says, and Jonah’s face reddens even more. “No, I didn’t.” Kyan raises an eyebrow at him. Which only makes Jonah’s warm cheeks redder.