Tossing the phone onto the floor, he moved down my body. He was trapped between my thighs, his body pinning mine down, and he flicked his tongue across my clit until I forgot about the damn group chat and our conversation and anything but his mouth on me.

Two orgasms later—one of which was in the shower—Rigby was toweling me dry, spending a disproportionate amount of time on my boobs. His phone chirped from the bathroom counter. Checking it, he dragged me back into his room and threw one of his shirts over my body. Scooping me up into his arms, he skipped from the room. “Your surprise is ready!”

He headed to the media room, which was one place I’d never spent much time. There was always something to do, and if I wanted to watch TV, I did it down in the living room where Huey’s portable playpen was.

When he pushed through the door, I was surprised to see Devan and River there, both in just sweatpants. At their feet was a pile of mattresses and blankets. It looked like a giant nest of bedding, and I was in love.

“We’ll work on getting something a bit more permanent for this room, but I thought it might help ease some of those thoughts if we could all be in here together. Still on the same floor as Huey,” Rigby told me softly, his arms around my waist. “This way you won’t have to worry if the guys are lying there stewing about not being able to hold you.”

River raised an eyebrow at his words. “Come on, Tiny. Let’s go to bed. I’m fucking exhausted.”

I didn’t even know where to lie, but Rigby took the decision out of my hands. Dropping me softly onto the mattresses on the floor, he went and grabbed a bottle of water from the minifridge in the corner. River slid beneath the blankets beside me, Devan bracketing me at the back.

“You’re lucky I’m tiny, otherwise this would never work. I need a third side,” I grumbled, but Rigby was back, climbing along the bottom of the mattress and hugging my cold feet.

“Just sleep, Star. We’re perfectly happy just being close to you,” Devan murmured.

I snuggled further into River’s chest, while Rigby put on a movie, the volume down low. This was nice. I was warm and happy. When was the last time I could’ve said that? Not with my ex; although he was lovely, he never made me feel even a fraction of what these guys made me feel.

Rigby gripped my calf, his soft snores humming through the room before the movie had even begun. River laughed, kissing my forehead, and before I knew it, I was asleep, cradled in the arms of my boyfriends.

Plural.

Chapter Thirty-Three

DEVAN

“Sir?”