Page 132 of Stolen Faith
He scooted over until he was spooning her body, his arm sliding over her so that he could place his hand on Brennon’s hip.
“I should wash up too,” Brennon said, “but the two of you fucked me boneless. I swear to God…I’ve never felt anything like that. FYI—I want to do that every single night for the rest of our lives.”
Rowan and Izabel laughed softly.
“We’ve created a monster,” she joked.
“I’d be down for every single night,” Rowan said. “But we’re taking turns as far as positions.”
Brennon lifted his head, his smile wide. “Thought you hated the bottom.”
“Technically, what you had was the middle. And you made it look too fucking good.”
Izabel twisted until she lay on her back between them. “You really did, Hollywood. So we’re going to all take turns in the middle. I don’t think I’ve ever been this happy,” Izabel admitted.
Rowan knew for a fact he hadn’t been. “Same.”
“So what’s next for us? What comes after the honeymoon?” Brennon asked as they lay wrapped up together, so content and happy in each other’s arms.
They were supposed to use the weeks between their binding ceremony and wedding to work out life issues, but they’d been a little distracted by the kidnapping, and then after that, their focus had been on healing rather than the future.
The only thing they’d discussed in any detail was presenting themselves as a throuple, and that conversation had only come up because they’d needed to figure out what to tell their parents. They still needed to make some pretty big decisions. Like where to live. And what the hell Rowan was going to do with his life.
Brennon was right to bring up the subject.
“House hunting,” Izabel answered quickly, as if that response was a foregone conclusion, catching them both off guard.
Brennon had made it clear he needed to live in L.A. for work, so Izabel’s reply was surprising and, given Brennon’s frown, concerning.
“Sooo…” Brennon drawled a bit cautiously. “We’re not living in L.A. or Boston?”
Izabel lifted Brennon’s hand, kissing his knuckles. “Oh no. We’re definitely living in L.A., Hollywood.”
Rowan frowned. “Don’t we already have a house there?” he asked before Brennon could.
She gave them both a very pointed look, her eyebrow arched. “It’s a lovely bachelor home. It’s not big enough for the three of us.”
Rowan thought it fit them just fine. Obviously, when kids came along, they would need to look at bigger places, but as far as he was concerned, they only needed one bedroom and they currently had two.
Brennon, however, snorted. “Say what you really mean, Princess Iza.”
She narrowed her eyes, though playfully. “I need my own closet.”
Rowan looked at Brennon and winked. Brennon’s brow quirked up. Rowan looked at Izabel.
“Wife,” he said seriously.
She stilled. “Yes, husband?”
“I have a confession.”
Izabel looked from him to Brennon and back. “And what’s that?”
“Every piece of clothing I own will fit in a single duffel bag.”
Izabel blinked, then widened her eyes in comical horror. “No.”
“I only have three pairs of shoes.”