Chapter 161: Jewel
The nightmare pulled her from sleep and she fought against the arms that held her.
"Shh, love. It's okay."
The bathroom light blinked on and she could see Matt standing in front of the door. Stephon held her tightly to his chest with one arm and ran his free hand through her hair. His fingers massaged her scalp and she managed to get her breathing under control.
"Sorry."
Matt walked back across the room and sat beside her. "Don't be. While we're gone, let Angela sleep in here with you. No arguing." He put two fingers on her lips when she started to protest. "We'll never get any sleep over the weekend if we think you're alone at night."
She shook her head and drowsiness flooded her brain. Matt turned off the light and then she felt him slip back beneath the covers. His arms came over her and she snuggled her back further into Stephon so she could feel both men holding her at the same time. Feeling safe, she drifted back to sleep.
The phone woke them up. It was their wakeup call.
She couldn't help her tears.
The nightstand light turned on and then she felt a gentle finger run over the contours of her face. "Don't cry, love." It was Stephon's voice.
She felt the edge of the bed dip and Matt's body move in close. She refused to ask them not to go. She had survived losing her father, mother, and fiance. She could keep her head up and let them leave. She knew she could make it through the weekend, but she gave a very unladylike sniff.
"We don't want to go either." Matt always seemed to know what she was thinking.
She opened her eyes and squinted into the glare of the light. "I'll be okay. I like Angela, and she's promised to take me shopping for lots of bras."
"Minx." Matt nuzzled her neck and then she felt Stephon's tongue run across her jaw.
"What time is it?" She barely managed to get the words out.
"Time for us to get ready. We need a shower," Stephon said. "Do you mind making us some coffee?"
Both men stood. Stephon came around the bed and began pulling out clothes from the dresser. It was the first time she saw them both naked at once. Their large erections made her thighs quiver and it was impossible to hold back a moan. They were doing this on purpose and Matt's grin proved it. She pulled the covers over her head. "I'll get the coffee ready when you're both in the shower."
Deep male laughter trailed away when Stephon closed the bathroom door and Matt left the room to take advantage of the other bathroom. She found the supplies she needed in the kitchen, which was bigger than the one in her apartment. She added a bit of cream and sugar to her cup and had no trouble remembering they liked theirs plain.
Matt walked in first. He wore black jeans and a skintight tank top with large clunky black boots. Silver chains fell from beneath the end of the shirt and circled up and back underneath. His ink was striking and only added to his entire ensemble. She realized this was his hard rock facade. It finally hit her that he belonged to a world-famous band and was used to more decadence in one day than she probably experienced in her entire lifetime.
She hadn't realized he moved closer until he tipped her chin up and kissed her bruised cheek. "What's wrong?" His husky voice sent an electrical current along her skin.
She smiled into his eyes. "I'll miss you." Warmth pressed against her back.
"Will you miss me too?" Stephon's voice was just as husky, just as sexy.
"Every other minute."
There was a knock at the door and Stephon moved away, causing cool air to float across the back of her t-shirt.
Angela and Krispin walked in. "It's time to get out of here. The cars are waiting. Wade is grumpy and told us to get the two of you down there ASAP." Krispin sounded just as grumpy as Wade.
Matt tilted her face up and placed a quick kiss on her lips. "We don't want to be on Wade's bad side or the entire trip will be a nightmare."
She laughed and then yelped when Stephon suddenly tugged on her hand and brought her around to face him. He didn't give her a chance to protest, just gave her a quick, thorough kiss.
Her voice was shaky, "What about your coffee?"
"We'll grab it on the plane. Sorry, but Angela will join you. Later, love." Stephon put his arm around Matt and steered him toward Krispin, who stared longingly at his wife. Stephon pulled both men out the door and then Angela walked over and took her hand.
"We'll eat chocolate, shop, and console each other until they're back. It's the first time I've been away from Krispin since we became an item."
Jewel looked away from the door. "I'm so sorry. Go with them. I'll be okay."
"Nonsense. Just think of the great sex I'll have when he gets back. Those quick tours are hell. I'm actually glad to stay behind, though I'll miss him. Like I said, we'll keep busy and have some fun. Lydia is getting you into the club tonight, so we need to buy you something to wear."
"The club?"
"Yes, and if her husband didn't own it, having a free pass would be impossible without a major act of God, so be happy that I have connections."
Jewel's hand went to her bruise. "I can't go to a club."
"That's foolishness. It's not a pickup spot. It's very organized and ritzy. Believe me-I've been in some pretty sleazy BDSM clubs and this one's nothing like those."
"BDSM club." She covered her mouth because she actually shrieked.
That odd look was back on Angela's face, but then she smiled softly. "Come on, sister. Let's have coffee and talk. Whatever those two aren't telling you, I'll fill you in on. I swear they're trying to doom your relationship after only one night of double love."
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