Makani blinked blearily a few times to shake the sleepiness from her vision. She was unusually cozy and warm today. Even with Titus in bed with her, she didn't feel this serene and relaxed. With a glance to her left she was assaulted with the serene picture of Tremaine Neverson dozing peacefully, head tucked deep into the column of her throat, her curls tickling his forehead. Christopher Brown was at her right, lips at her ear as he buried his nose deep within the forest of her curls. They both had a heavy arm wrapped around her torso.
Her half naked torso.
Upon further inspection, Makani realized she had both of their shirts clutched in her hands. Which would partially explain why Chris was shirtless at her side. Trey must have just opted to stay put in her grasp for the night but, Chris clearly had to use the bathroom or something, and had to slip out of his because of her unrelenting grip. Makani loosened her hand from Trey's shirt and tried to figure out how the hell she ended up here. All she could remember was them signing her stuff, a few drinks, then them playing keep away before it gets fuzzy. She wanted to run from the room and never show her face to the world again, but the sleeping men at her sides had a secure hold on her. There was no way she could do a confused walk of shame without waking either of them.
Makani tried to pull her hand from beneath Trey's shirt but completely messed up trying not to touch him, the tips of her fingers gliding down his firm abdomen, slipping over each of his sculpted abs. His arm tightened around her waist as he moaned against her throat, his soft lips and hot moan making her hips wiggle out of reflex as Makani let out a soft sigh of her own.
Wait. What the hell? Why were her panties soaked?
How the hell she ended up with them in the first place was the first question she needed answered. Morning wood was knocking at her from both sides and it had been a long time since she'd gotten some, let alone from two of the finest men she'd ever seen in her life. And she definitely had pictured this scenario in her mind before. Never thought she'd actually live it.
The sound Makani made roused Chris slowly from his slumber. She felt his arm tighten and his tongue against her ear as he licked his lips. His hips rolled a little and Makani couldn't help the small whine that left her lips when Trey's hips began to move against her too. Biting her bottom lip hard, Makani waited for a few seconds, hoping that they rolled over away from her so she could flee quickly.
"Mornin" Trey hummed against her neck, his eyes still closed, heavy arm anchored around her stomach.
"Hi" Makani squeaked abashedly
"G'mornin" Chris yawned, tucking in tighter. "Where'd that damn cover go?" he groaned, irritated with the chill of the air conditioner in the morning.
"Hn" Trey blindly grabbed and then tossed the blanket up over the three of them from where it lay on the side of the bed. Makani had kicked it off in her sleep last night, preferring their heat to the blanket.
They were not making this easy at all.
"Did I sleep with...both of you?" Makani asked softly, feeling mortified at not remembering what she knew would have been one of the best nights of her life.
"I don't sleep with drugged women" Chris snorted, his face still tucked away from her
"Yeah, a nigga need consent" Trey hummed lowly
"Where are my clothes then?"
"You stripped yourself to your drawls shawty" Trey chuckled "I was just tryn get ya shoes and hoodie off"
"Why would I do that?"
"You liked the blanket" Trey shrugged
"What happened?" Makani whined loudly starting to feel dizzy
Trey took pity on her, knowing how disoriented a person could be after being drugged;let alone waking up with two strangers in bed, with only them being the half naked party.
"Somebody at the meet and greet drugged you", he explained, pulling his face from her neck to lean back, and hold her inquisitive eyes in his tired ones
"Them bartender bitches" Makani hissed remembering the pretty redhead who'd dropped a tray on top of her merch.
"I got Kheem to pull the W-4's. I'll figure out who it was, don't een sweat that" Chris grumbled, irritated that she was attempting to sit up, he was so damn comfortable.
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G.L.A (Ghetto Love Affair)
Fiksi PenggemarMakani just wanted her merch signed. By the morning she wakes up with both Chris Brown and Trey Songz in bed with her. Neither of which seems to mind, though they both crave and want to keep her as theirs. There was no way she could be with them bot...
