** Harper''s POV **
Having Dillon and Archie''s hands on me is bliss.
I had felt so out of ce in the dining hall, but here, with these two, I feel home. It''s as if their touch alone can strengthen me, and make me more myself.
The guys don''t go further than touching. Archie
grazes my nipple a few times, and Dillon''s hands approach my sex, but it doesn''t go any further than that.
I''m sure this
is their attempt to get mefortable with them, and it''s working. I feel we are one step closer to taking that step together.
My mind drifts to Finley. Is he capable of being this patient with me?
I should tell the guys about him, but I''m not ready to expand our group yet. I feel like if I admit out loud that Finley is mine, it will make it more real, and things will change. For now, I want to focus on the two bon I''m barely able to focus on the movie ying. It just bes background noise to my racing thoughts. I can feel the connection between the three of us growing
with every light touch and shared look.
I feel as though I have waited a lifetime to get to this moment. Living with the two men I''m destined to share my life with. A huge part of me wants to rush into this life. To give them everything. Another part of me
Thest thing I want is for them to get bored with me, but then I think about my parents. They don''t seem bored with each other and they''ve been together for almost two decades. That is the kids of rtionship
I do want children eventually, but I don''t want them too young. I want to have time with my bonds first before
we expand our family and be responsible for another life.
My mum was only 19 when she had me and I know she doesn''t regret having me, but she does wish she had me a littleter in life.
"Are you okay, rebel?” Dillon asks with concern in his voice
"Yes, why?"
"The movie finished a few minutes ago and you are still staring at the nk screen," heughs.
I blink my eyes and realise he is right. I''d been so lost in my own thoughts I''d not even
noticed the movie end.
"Sorry, I''m fine. I was just thinking."
"What were you thinking about?" Dillon asks with a grin.
"Everything, and nothing." I smile and then suppress a yawn.
"Do you want to watch something else? Or are you ready to go to bed?"
I hesitate before answering. If I''m honest, I need to go to bed, but I''m not ready to be away from my bonds just yet.
"I am tired, but I could watch something else."
"How about we all go get it that gigantic bed of yours and watch TV in there? That way, we won''t have to disturb you if you fall asleep," Dillen suggests.
I nce towards my bedroom door with a nervous flutter in my stomach.
"There''s no pressure to do anything but cuddle and watch TV," Archie adds, clearly sensing my trepidation.
"That sounds nice," I nod. "But I want to take a shower first."
"I want to shower, too. Just call for us when you are done," Archie says.
I get up from
m the couch and head
into my room to find the box with my toiletries in. I had showered this morning, but since living
underground with the rogues). ne
being so filthy that my skin had felt like it would crawl off my body, I
have to shower at least twice a day.
I hadn''t had much time to explore the bathroom earlier, but I know it has an enormous bathtub and a shower cubicle. Carrying my toiletry box in, I dig out everything I will need and turn on the shower. The jets a not as good at the shower at home, but they''re not bad.
The bathroom is stark white, with gold embellishments and a harsh fluorescent light. When I look in the mirror, I cringe. If not for my jet ck hair and blue eyes, I''d almost blend into the white- tiled walls. I really need to get
some more sun.
1 shower quickly and wrap a towel around
myself before heading into my dressing room. I rarely wear underwear to sleep in, so that''s not a concern right now. My pyjamas are though.
What sleepwear is considered appropriate when sharing a bed with two males? Do I risk overheating for modesty? Or do I go for my usual shorts and tank top set?
I pull out my full length puffy pyjama
set that I usually wear for movie nights with my family, then I shove them back, pulling out the shorts and tank top. On the rare asion I''ve worn the fluffy pyjamas to sleep in I''ve often woken up too hot, and removed them without realising. I definitely don''t want to strip off if Archie and Dillon decide to sleep in
here with me.
I feel a little self conscious in the skimpy sleep set, but these men are going to see me naked eventually so this feels like a logical step.
I step out of the wardrobe, stride to my door, and open it. I call out that they
cane in when they''re ready, and before they can respond, nerves get the better of me. Running to my bed, I quickly get under the covers with a barrage of questions running through my mind.
What if they think my skin is too pale? Will they find me too skinny? Will they think my outfit is an invitation to explore further? Do I want them to think that? Why am I so nervous about this?
I know Archie is just as inexperienced as I am in this department. Dillon has some experience, I''m sure
of it, although he''s never mentioned it and I don''t think I want to know."
Archie and Dillon walk my room, and my heart pounds as I look at them. They are both in shorts and a T-
shirt, but they look drop dead gorgeous.
Dillon pulls off his shirt and tosses it onto the floor before pulling
back the covers and crawling in beside me. My mouth waters at the sight of him. His well-
defined abdominal muscles make me clench my fists to resist touching them.
When I feel the bed dip on my other
side, I look to see Archie has taken
his shirt off now, too. He is a bigger build than Dillon and his muscles are not as prominent, but he is as equally attractive. Sandwiched between the two of them like this is like a wild fantasy and absolute torture, all rolled into one flustered mess.
I must be the luckiest woman alive.