Lazy Sunday Morning

Havermouth, Five Years Before

Aislen woke wrapped around Cameron, with Rhett pressed as tightly against her back. Heath, returning from the bathroom, was what had woken her she realized as he lay down behind Rhett and put his arm over them both. They were all nestled together like a set of spoons, and f-k if it wasn’t the cosiest experience in her memory.

Cameron shifted, his hand closing over hers and sliding it over the tight planes of his stomach to close over his c-ck. She smothered a giggle.

“How the f-k you go from unconscious to sex in a heartbeat I don’t know,” Rhett mumbled. “I’m just glad to no longer be the recipient of your morning sex.”

“You loved it, and you’re secretly jealous that I ask Aislen now instead of you,” Cameron rolled onto his back and folded his hands behind his head, with a contented sigh. “But she’s less bitchy first thing in the morning than you. You could use your mouth,” he suggested to Aislen, his eyelids were heavy over his eyes so that there was onl