Forbidden Indulgences by Terry Towers

around her shoulders held her tight. She took a minute to admire him. He wasn’t as broad as Ethan, although his muscle was more lean and defined. His cheekbones were also a little more defined and jaw angled whereas Ethan’s was strong and square. She glanced over at Ethan, who was naked and spread eagled on the other side of her, sporting a semi-erection. The men were both so beautiful and sexy in entirely different ways.
    She knew she was blessed. The luckiest woman in the world. The original plan when she’d arrived had been stupid and vindictive and the furthest thing from her mind now. It had been a very intense night and as she gently pulled away from Trey’s embrace her body reminded her of the blissful abuse she’d received. Every muscle screamed in protest as she snaked herself off of the bed and stood at the foot.
    Leaving the room as quietly as possible she made her way downstairs for a quick shower, hoping they wouldn’t wake until she had breakfast prepared for them. She had the intention of serving them breakfast in bed, the least she figured she could do for the night they gave her.
    After quickly showering, she wrapped a bath towel around herself and then made her way into the kitchen and skidded to a stop, a frown on her face as she planted her hand on her hips and eyed Trey in his boxer shorts already up and pulling ingredients from the fridge for breakfast. “Trey! What the hell?”
    He deposited the mix of breakfast foods on the countertop by the stove and turned to face her, a wide grin spreading across his face. “Wasn’t exactly the morning greeting I was hoping for, but all right.” He gave her a wink and turned back to what he was doing, placing a frying pan on the stove top.
    “No, I mean…” She sighed and walked into the kitchen and wrapped her arms around his waist, pressing her front to his back and placing a kiss on the back of his shoulder. “I wanted to surprise you with breakfast in bed. And you’ve ruined my plan.”
    He set down the knife he was using to chop up an onion and turned to face her, a grin still on his face. He looked so cute when he grinned, a hint of dimples appearing on his cheeks. “Well, if someone hadn’t made such a disturbance getting off of the bed then maybe I’d still be sleeping.” He bent and placed a quick kiss on the top of her nose.
    Laughing she crinkled her nose up at him. “I was careful. But you had me in a death lock, it was hard getting away.” She gave him a quick hug before stepping out of his embrace and surveying the ingredients he’d laid out on the counter. “Can I at least help?”
    “That I wouldn’t turn down.” He finished chopping the onions and passed her a knife and some peppers. “Chop these up for the omelet.”
    They worked in silence. Once the breakfast was done with preparation and well on its way to cooking Ivy turned back to him. “Do you think this will work?”
    Leaning his hip on the countertop, he crossed his arms over his chest and eyed her. “Oh, I think so, I always make this type of breakfast.”
    Grabbing a dish cloth she swatted him on the arm. “No, I mean. Us. Me, you and Ethan… Do you think it’ll work?”
    He clucked his tongue off of the roof of his mouth and his eyes left hers, seeming to focus on a spot on the wall above her shoulder and to the left. It was so long before he answered that she was starting to think he’d decided to ignore the question.
    “I honestly don’t know. This is real life baby, not some chick flick or romance novel.”
    Her brow furrowed. “What do you mean by that?”
    Ethan lowered his gaze to meet hers. “I mean, I don’t really know. As for me, the more I think about it, I like the idea. I care for you Ivy, always have. And I think I can be fine with sharing you with Ethan. I think.” He chuckled. “Now that I know this can work without my balls touching Ethan’s it’s even more appealing. Although I’m disgusted to say I got a taste of his –” he