SARAH “Do you think she’s going to wake up soon?” The voice sounds distant. It feels like the person speaking is close to me, but somehow, still faraway. I shift a little, and just like that, a large warm hand slides around my waist. I sigh into the touch, allowing my body to melt into it. God, that feels good. Then, I hear Ronan’s voice closer this time, like he’s right above me. “She is,” his quiet baritone wraps around me, and I feel it before I see it; his blue orbs dancing around my face. My eyelids flutter open, and there he is. Ronan’s gorgeous, handsome face, with his lips curled into the tiniest smile as his fingers rub slow, sleepy circles into my back. “Good morning,” I mumble, stretching out with a dramatic groan. Did they sleep here all night? I can’t remember much. The only thing I do know is that I went to bed after three glasses of wine and jokes…a lot of jokes. It felt good to be with them last night, to talk to them about the ever sweet nothings of life. I mean, I had hoped they would actually have sex with me, yet, I enjoyed the conversation still. Getting to know them—actually know them—feels refreshing in all the best ways. “Good morning, baby,” he murmurs, lifting my chin and pressing the softest kiss to my lips. The kind of kiss that tells me I’m safe with them. The kind of kiss that makes my toes curl. “Good morning.” My lashes flutter as I murmur against his lips. He still tastes like the wine we had last night. How are they able to get up so early? As I stretch again, my hand bumps into something hard and rectangular—it’s definitely not a body part, unless someone here has very sharp thighs. I blink and sit up slightly, only to find Malachi sitting cross-legged beside me. His back is pressed against the headboard, while his eyes are locked onto his laptop as his fingers type away endlessly. Hell to the fucking no. Please tell me he’s not working in bed. “What are you doing?” I ask, eyebrows shooting up. He doesn’t look up at me. “Getting some work done.” Does he ever take a break? It’s a Saturday morning for heaven’s sake. “No,” I frown. “You people kidnapped me and promised me a long, long weekend. I believe working is not on the itinerary.” Before he can protest, I slide over and straddle his lap, snatching the laptop and plopping it beside us on the bed. My right index finger is pointed at his face as I feign annoyance. “You, sir, are definitely not working today,” I repeat. “In case you forgot, your brother here—” I point at Ronan. “Promised me, or better still, threatened me with a good weekend. And you do not threaten me with a good time, only to go back on your words.” He gives me that slow, wicked signature smirk of his and I almost forget I’m supposed to be mad at him. Suddenly, his large hands are on my waist. He grabs me tight and pulls me forward. A small gasp leaves my lips as I feel the hard press of his cock against my inner thigh. I blink, completely caught off guard. “Are you seriously hard right now?” I cup my mouth with both hands as I whisper. Yes. I intend to pretend I’m not both proud and turned on by the fact that I can make him rock hard merely by sitting on his lap. He quirks his right brow. “What do you think?” Color rises to my cheeks as heat blooms under my skin. I punch his arm lightly. “You’re so silly—oh my God.” I slide off him with a huff, knowing I can’t bear to look at him after what he just said. It’s the only way I can hide how turned on I am too, and that’s when I spot Jaxon. He’s across the room, lounging on the couch looking like a priceless art exhibit. He is shirtless, with grey sweatpants hanging dangerously low down his waist. His hair falls in messy strands all over his face, and he has his glasses perched on the bridge of his nose as he stares into the book in his right hand. He’s so engrossed by the book and the coffee in his other hand that he doesn’t look up at me. My ovaries tingle at the mere sight of them. How they’ve managed to be single for so long is beyond me. There’s no doubt that they have all of Durmont falling head over heels for them. I don’t think you get it. The HawkThornes are everyone’s type. “No one should look so hot in the morning.” I mutter underneath my breath. Ronan laughs softly behind me, still in his white tank top and black sweats. Malachi is shirtless in white shorts. I am surrounded by three sex gods who are my brother’s best friends. It can’t get more scandalous than this. “What’re you reading?” I ask Jaxon. Without looking up, he lowers his glasses and peeks over them. “A book.” I roll my eyes. “Yes, a book on what?” He closes it and sets it down on the glass table beside him. “Nothing serious.” I’m still glaring playfully at him when Ronan slides his arms around me from behind and pulls me in. I notice how tight his hold is. It’s like he’s afraid I’ll vanish if he lets go. “You said you had something special planned for me today,” I say, nuzzling into him. “Are you going to tell me what it is?” He shakes his head. “That would spoil the fun,” he whispers near my ear, sending shivers down my spine. “You’re really not going to tell me?” “No.” I groan. “ Fine. What are we doing first then?” “You’re going to take a shower, come down for breakfast, and then we’ll get ready.” Jaxon replies, rising from the couch. Tired, I yawn and stretch again. I’m not very hungover, but the effect of the alcohol still lingers in every muscle that matters. Hence, the occasional stretching. “And I’m guessing you’re not going to let me go home to pick up my phone either?” Malachi gets up from the bed and starts to walk to the door. “Contrary to what you think, you’re not a hostage, Sarah,” he stops in front of me. “Say the word, and we’ll ask Timothy to take you home.” Now, I don’t want to go home, but I’m worried too. “I just don’t want him worrying.” “He’ll be worried, alright.” Jaxon adds, laughing as he glances up at me. “But you could call later. Let him know you’re in good hands.”