Page 7 of Broken Prince
“Don’t feel like you have to head to bed as well. Feel free to do as you please around the house. Watch a movie or go for a swim,” James offers.
“Nah, I’m tired. It was a long drive, and I could use some sleep. I’ll explore tomorrow.”
“Sounds good. Find me around four tomorrow afternoon; I have a housewarming gift,” he says, giving me a soft smile.
“Okay.” I smile back with a nod.
Following them out to the main part of the house, I take the west wing stairs as they take the east.
Flicking on the lights, I survey my room, getting a better look at the details as I slowly walk around.
Grabbing the bags off my bed, I toss them to the ground, all but my pink one. Picking out a cute pink silk nightie, I change before pulling back the plush comforter and crawling under the covers.
“Fuck me,” I groan, my body sinking into the mattress. “Is this damn thing made of clouds or something?”
Closing my eyes, I don’t even bother shutting the lights off before sleep takes me over.
***
I’m not sure what time it is when I wake up until I look at my phone and see it’s two in the morning.
Needing to pee, I groggily get out of bed and head to the bathroom. Afterwards, I notice my mouth is dry and the need for a glass of water has me heading out of my room in search of the kitchen. I almost get lost on my way down. This place is massive.
I’m just about to reach the kitchen when I realize I’m in a nightie that leaves little to the imagination.
I mean, it’s two am; I’m sure everyone is sleeping.
It’s not until I step into the kitchen that my sleepy brain processes the whispering voices.
Freezing, I take in the three guys. Owen and Elijah are sitting on the bar stools as Logan stands on the other side, leaning in, their three faces close together.
All of their eyes swing my way.
“Ah, hi.” I give them an awkward wave. “Don’t mind me, I’m just gonna grab a glass of water.”
I step into the kitchen and stand there, staring at the number of cabinets.
“Door to the right of the fridge,” Owen’s amused voice helps me out.
“Thanks,” I murmur, not bothering to look in his direction as I step over to the cabinet.
Leaning up on my tiptoes, I reach for the door and open it. A low groan sounds, followed by the sound of someone being slapped, then a grunt.
Biting my lower lip, I try not to laugh. Looks like I may have flashed them a bit of my asscheek. Nothing they haven’t seen before.
Fucking hell. I can't believe they’re all brothers.
As I grab a glass, I can’t help but wonder if they’ve talked to each other about their time with me. Were they jealous? Did they like what the others had to say?
Stepbothers, Laney. They are your stepbrothers. Time to get your mind out of the gutter.
It’s easier said than done when the fact is I was dreaming up some very graphic details from our time together just a few moments before I woke up.
“You shouldn’t walk around dressed like that.” Logan’s deep voice breaks the silence.
I let out an amused huff as I press the ice button on the dispenser on the fridge, the ice clanking against the glass before I fill it with water.
Taking a sip, I turn to see the three of them watching me, illuminated in the soft glow of the light above them.