I pressed myself against the warm surface beneath my cheek, fighting to stay asleep as something soft trailed over my hip.
“Little one,” Louis whispered as his fingertips trailed over my shoulder, raising goosebumps in their wake. I realized that the soft thing that was moving lower across the swell of my ass was lips. A hand caressed up the back of my calf towards my slightly parted thighs and my breath caught in my throat the closer he moved to my center.
“Amelia?” Marcus asked, his hot breath blowing against my lips.
“Green.”
Louis chuckled underneath me, his chest shaking as he moved my hair out of my face.
“I couldn’t wait,” he confided as I opened my eyes and looked up at him.
Marcus nudged my hip, so I was laying draped over Louis. My lips met his and he cupped my cheek.
