clothes. He left his boxers on for her modesty.
Her head swung over to Eric, it seemed she didn't want to miss seeing his body being exposed either. He didn't disappoint as he took off everything but his boxers as well. Then Eric walked over and shut off the light. Fuck a duck , she thought, where the hell was she supposed to look. She couldn’t tell because she wanted to make them stand side-by-side until she had her fill. Damn, this was so not the time for this, but what would any normal red-blooded woman do? Whistle and pump her fists. Mia thought and then sucked in a deep breath. She needed to act non-whorish or they would leave, and she didn’t want that. Mia smiled at them and nodded.
There was a built -in nightlight in the bathroom that gave off a small glow as he made his way back to the bed and climbed in. As they all settled in the bed, Mia reached for each of their hands, then softly said good night and fell asleep.
Chapter Six
Mia woke slowly and refused to open her eyes. She was snuggled down into the most incredible warmth and she didn't want to leave it. As she became more aware, she realized there was a large, male arm around her waist and a muscular, hairy leg between hers. She froze and didn't know what to do, everything in her screamed to get away from that bed but she just couldn't seem to make herself move. Shit, she remembered the night before, Eric and Striker coming into her room. They were in the same bed as she was. She silently thanked Roarke for that, but fuckity fuck fuck, what was she going to do?
She thought about the night before and how the two men looked undressing. They both were so well built and sexy, she just wished s he could go back and kiss them like she had wanted to. It would have made waking up frustrated so much better. Mia would have been able to do what she wanted to right now, and that was to roll over and kiss them senseless as they woke up. Her sub-conscious would know what to do with them. Actually, not so much, but Mia would have at least been open to trying to find something with them, if she wasn’t on the run for her life. For some reason she knew they were supposed to all three be together.
The arm around her shifted a little, the hand splaying on her stomach began to move in circles. She tensed again and stopped breathing to keep herself immobile. She had kept her eyes closed, trying to be in the moment, enjoy the feel of these two men on either side of her. As she had her eyes closed, she saw flashing images of Roarke and his men, attacking her. They were doing horrible things to her. She squeezed her eyes tighter, trying to block out those images, those memories.
"Stop thinking so hard ,” Striker's gruff voice came from behind her, tickling her ear.
Lips collided with her forehead as she heard Eric's voice say softly, encouragingly, "Just be in the moment."
She slowly opened her eyes, knowing that pretense wouldn't work anymore. She had thought they were asleep, but it was obvious they were very much awake and waiting on her to wake. As her eyes opened, they collided with Eric's green ones and she felt like she had fallen into them. They seemed so full of understanding where Striker's deep brown eyes seemed to see too much, seemed to know what was going on inside of her. She shivered as she felt Striker nuzzle her neck.
"Stop thinking about it all and like Eric said, be here ,” Striker ordered.
"How are you feeling this morning? ” Eric asked her.
She slowly licked her dry lips and saw that Eric's gaze followed the movement with heat in them. "Okay."
Eric's face broke out in a wide smile as he said, "That's good. Did you sleep well?"
She nodded instead of answering him because her breath had stalled in her throat as Striker's hand at her stomach had begun to move again. It was slowly moving in circles, getting wider and wider until his thumb brushed under breast. She
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