Come Back to Me

Chapter 12 Present Day

 Upon waking from the deepest sleep ever, I realized I was tangled in a heap of arms and legs with Joshua and Noah. Noah had a leg draped over me, mine was stretched over Joshua, along with my torso since Noah was practically lying on top of me. Someone's hand was palming my bare ass - pretty sure that was Joshua - and another hand cupped one of my breasts, erections pressing into me from both sides.

While that would have been a fantasy come to life and my semi-conscious brain had me pushing and arching into both of them, any arousal I may have been feeling was doused when I discovered Mal sitting in a chair right by the bed, staring at me. Even in the darkness, I could tell he was angry.

"I'm okay," I whispered.

He snorted. "Looks like it."

"What does that mean?"

"Seems like everyone has gotten a turn with you except me."

"Go to hell, Mal."

Joshua stirred under me at my raised voice, but he didn't wake.

"Already been," he snapped back. Rising from his seat, he shoved Noah off me and grabbed my arm to force me from the bed. I stumbled and struggled to get my feet under me. My robe was stuck between the guys, so right as I fell into Mal, the robe slipped off.

The bedside light flipped on.

Make gaped at me and not in an admiring way. "Jesus Christ."

This was his first time seeing my injuries and he was just as livid about them as Noah and Joshua had been. I wanted to cover up, not concerned about my nakedness but about Mal's reaction and his hands tightening on my waist as he assessed every scrape, bruise, and cut that marred my skin.

Meanwhile, Noah had seconds to process the site of me completely naked, clutching onto Mal, whose large hands encircled my waist, fingers digging into the top of my ass.

"What the hell is going on?"

Mal said nothing, his expression changing from rage to a cocky little smirk.

"He's trying to get his turn," I hissed and shoved away from him.

He just pulled off his t-shirt and yanked it down over my head. Which left me sputtering, not only at the speed at which he did it but also at his bared chest and abs.

Mal was a work of art. Literally. Every inch of his dark skin was covered in tattoos.

"So beautiful." My voice was so soft that he was the only one who had heard me.

He stiffened and turned away, grabbing my suitcase and slamming it down on the bed. Joshua yelped and jumped up, his long blond hair a tangled mess around his face.

"What the fuck?"

"Pack," Mal ordered, flipping it open to reveal that he had already begun the process. "We're leaving now."

"Where'd you find my suitcase?" I couldn't even remember where I had left it. "Did you go through my stuff?"

"We can't leave now, Mal." Noah swung his legs over the side of the bed, wiping a hand down his face to help clear the sleep away. "We have to pack, too."

"Then go do it. I'm ready to go."

I started emptying what Mal had put into the suitcase. Jeans, T-shirts, some bras and panties. He had done a remarkably good job and if I was actually considering going to Boston with them, I would have left it all as is.

"I'm not going anywhere."

All three of them started talking at once.

"Like hell you aren't."