Lola & the Millionaires: Part One (Sweet Omegaverse #2)(92)

The bed dipped, and a chapped kiss met my lips. I woke from a heavy, dreamless sleep with warm skin pressed to my back, and found Leo hovering in front of me.

“Can I slide in with you?” he whispered. His eyebrow cocked and he added, “It is my bed after all.”

“Mm, please,” I answered, scooting back against Matthieu’s chest.

Matthieu purred and his arm circled my waist, lips mumbling in my hair. “Want me to go?”

I glanced at Leo anxiously, but he only smiled. “You’re fine. Just wanted to check in on our girl.”

Matthieu hummed, and his nose burrowed through tangled strands of hair to kiss the back of my neck.

Leo’s laughter faded slightly and he scooted in closer, slipping his hand under mine that rested on the pillow. Our fingers tied, and Leo squeezed lightly.

“I was worried maybe last night got to be…too much,” Leo whispered. “I know the haze can be pretty powerful and—”

I leaned in and rested my lips against Leo’s, hushing his worry. Even my lips were still tender from the night before, and the rest of me was badly in need of some good stretches and maybe a longer soak in the tub.

“I did have a little…fritz afterward,” I admitted, pulling my hand free of Leo’s and soothing away his wince. “But I’m good now. And I’m good with everything that happened. I just needed to grab some space and…clean up after. How’s Rake?” I wanted to offer to check on him, but there was no way I could do another marathon session like the one during the night.

“Still sleeping,” Leo said, grinning. “I think you broke the heat, actually. His temperature is down, and Caleb turned on a vent to recirculate the room just a little. Having a ‘fritz’ is okay, though?”

I nodded. “I’m learning it’s part of processing. I’m just going to need to step back sometimes to organize what’s happening and separate it from what already happened, yeah?”

Matthieu’s arm tightened around my waist, and Leo sighed, his eyes blinking slowly as he nodded.

“Mmkay, as long as you’re good now. Wes texted to say breakfast is in progress too, by the way,” Leo hummed, eyelids fluttering slowly.

My stomach growled, and Matthieu huffed a laugh against the nape of my neck, goosebumps rising in answer.

“Want me to try and bring you breakfast in bed?” Matthieu asked.

“Please,” Leo mumbled.

I twisted under the blanket, remembering very suddenly that Matthieu and I were naked together as my hips brushed against his. Before I could overthink that I’d found myself in bed with an alpha, Matthieu’s hands were on my neck, guiding me up his chest to take soft kisses from my mouth.

I pushed myself up, trying to take the blanket with me, covering my bare chest. “I need to get up and move around.”

“We’ll let Leo sleep then,” Matthieu said, sitting up and sliding out from under the covers.

We, just like that. And it was a relief that Matthieu wasn’t even asking, actually, surrendering control simpler under the circumstances.

If I’d been aware of Matthieu’s body next to mine last night, it was nothing to seeing him naked in front of me. He was surprisingly muscular, although the forms were softer than Leo or Rake’s. His legs were delicious though, sculpted like a runner’s. He cleared his throat, lips smirking, as he set my bag down on the bed. I glanced back over my shoulder as if that could hide the blush I was sporting, and found Leo face down into the pillow, head turned to me just enough to reveal his parted lips, breath puffing in steady beats.

I pulled the covers up under my arms and flipped open the bag, taking stealthy glances of Matthieu’s back and legs flexing as he dressed. He’d already seen me naked, I reminded myself that I didn’t need to feel bashful. He’d had a more than thorough opportunity to study me while he’d washed me off in the shower. Still, it seemed different with sunlight falling in through the narrow windows along the ceiling and my head on straight.

He got you off like seventeen times in the back of a limo, idiot. It’s a little late for dignity.

I huffed and found myself a change of underwear, giving up on modesty and getting out of bed to dress, groaning slightly as my body reminded me that I’d overdone it with the whole group sex idea. I had brought a comfy old sundress with me, and Matthieu pulled it out of my bag, raising it over my head for me.

“I leave for the city tomorrow night, a bit earlier than the others,” Matthieu said, his hands following the path of the fabric, over my shoulders and breasts, around my waist and down to my hips. “Will you stay that long?” I nodded, looking up at him as he stared at his own hands cupping my hips. “And will you come back to the city with me? And stay at the house?”

I went to bite my lip and then immediately remembered why that was a terrible idea. Ouch.

Matthieu, catching my hesitation, hurried to smooth over the moment. “It wouldn’t have to be with me, if you—”

“I’d like that.” I smiled as Matthieu’s words halted, and rose up to my tiptoes, his hands guiding me against him as his head bowed for the grazing kiss.

I’d expected Wes to be making a spread of oatmeal, egg whites, and fruit for us, since that was his usual leaning. Instead, I caught the whiffs of grease and meat and fat as we stepped into the rustic, cozy kitchen. I moaned, and Matthieu purred at my back, his hands moving aimlessly over my shoulders.