I start to drift off even though I didn’t think I was tired.
I guess getting fucked by Peter Pan and the Lost Boys is exhausting.
“Darling?” Bash says.
I’m barely awake. “Hmmm?”
“What’s your favorite food?”
The question floats around in my head, shrouded in the haziness of sleep.
It takes a lot of effort to decide and even more to get the answer out.
“Croissants.”
He laughs lightly. “Really?”
I’m drifting further. The bed is so much more comfortable than my inflatable mattress and Bash is warm at my front and Kas at my back and before I know it, I’m out.
21
WINNIE
When I wake the next morning, I’m alone in my bed and rain is pattering outside the open windows. The air smells crisp and clean, but there’s a considerable chill and I’m only wearing a borrowed t-shirt of Kas’s. I certainly didn’t pack for a kidnapping.
But when I get up from the bed, I find a thick sweater draped over the wingback chair. I quickly pull it on and drown in it.
I pad out to the kitchen.
Bash is there pouring fresh coffee into a cup. On the counter beside him is a basket of pastries, specifically golden-brown croissants.
I choke on a little sob.
“What’s wrong?” he asks, a little amused by my reaction.
It’s only now that I remember him asking me my favorite food.
And then he got up early to make it for me?
“Thank you,” I say.
“Don’t mention it, Darling. After the way your pussy treated me last night, it’s the least I can do.”
For some reason, it’s not the act that made me blush but the reminder of it in the daylight.
Will we ever do that again? All of us?
I want to. I want to very badly and just the thought of it happening again has my nipples pebbling beneath my borrowed clothes and a thrill sinking between my thighs. I haven’t had sex like that in, well, ever, and I’ve had a lot of sex in a very short amount of time, all things considered.
I sit on one of the stools and Bash slides a plate over with a croissant on top of it and the coffee next. The steam kisses my face, wakes me up a bit. “Where is everyone?”
“Kas is out fishing. Vane is…well, who the hell knows where he disappears to. Pan is in his tomb, as usual.”
“Why do you keep referring to it as a tomb?” I bring the coffee up to my mouth and blow across it, swirling the steam.
“Because it’s literally below ground and has no windows, only one door.”
Just like my special room in our crumbling Victorian. Perhaps I have more in common with Peter Pan than I first thought.
“Why does he sleep down there?”
Bash hitches his thumb over his shoulder to the row of windows at his back. “Sunlight kills him.”
“What? Really?”
“Yes.”
“Why? How?”
“Long story.”
“I have time.”
“Eat your food, Darling.” He’s distracted now, his attention wandering to the balcony.
Kas appears a second later. His hair is down and hangs around his shoulders sopping wet. Rain drips from the end of his nose. He’s shirtless, because of course he is. These boys do not like shirts. His abs are tight and there is a deep, hollowed groove at his hip bones that sinks down below the waistband of his shorts.
A fresh wave of heat fills me up when I catch myself ogling his crotch. And when I dart my gaze back up to his face, I find him watching me watch him.
The look that comes across his face is dark and carnal.
I shiver and clutch harder at the coffee mug.
“Damn,” Bash says and nods at the fish hanging from a rope in Kas’s grip. “Been a while since fishing has been that good.” Bash takes the rope from his brother and then tosses the fish into the sink. Several of them flap their tails and fish slime arcs through the air.
“Gross.” I shove my plate further down the counter, away from the mess.
“What’s wrong?” Kas says. “You’ve never seen dying fish before?”
“Um, no.”
The twins look at each other. Bells chime, I swear, though I see no bells.
I may not have known them long, but already I can recognize what those expressions mean—twin mischief.
Kas snaps his fingers at his brother. “Excellent idea.”
“Wait, what idea?” I didn’t hear any idea.
“We’ll teach you how to clean fish,” Bash says.
“No.” I shake my head for good measure. “I don’t want to and have no reason to learn.”