Miles wasn’t in the room. She didn’t need to look to confirm that.
And her head hurt. Not as badly as it should, but enough.
Griffen held out a hand in front of her. Ibuprofen. Bless him.
She lifted onto her elbows, popped the two pills into her mouth, and then guzzled the orange juice he handed her next.
“Figured you might have a human hangover this morning.”
“God.” She flopped back onto the pillow face first. “You don’t get hangovers?”
“Nope.”
“Lucky you.”
“And as much as it pains me to say this, you’re gonna need human condoms today too. For the next few days, actually.”
She closed her eyes tight. That was too weird. How the hell could he know that?
He chuckled. “We can scent it, baby. Told you that. Every nuance. You’re ovulating.”
“Lord.” She flipped her head to the other side so she didn’t have to face him. “Even I don’t know when I ovulate. That’s creepy.”
“Yeah, well. You’ll get used to it.” He stroked his fingers up her side, so lightly she almost couldn’t feel them—until they grazed her breast and brought her fully awake.
She wiggled. “Stop that. I’m not even alive yet.”
“It’s nice out. Thought you might want to go for a run.”
“Thanks, but not necessary.”
“Excuse me?”
She shrugged. “Can we talk about this later when I’m like awake?”
She felt Miles enter the room. She couldn’t say she really heard him. It was more of a sensation. His presence sent a tingling up her back. Goose bumps formed on her naked ass. Where was the sheet?
Miles sat on the side she was facing. “You get so hot in the night. We run a bit warm for you.”
“You’re in my head,” she muttered into the pillow.
“Your head is foggy from wine,” he teased.
“Go away.”
Griffen chuckled. “Tell me why you don’t want to run.”
Exasperated, she finally pulled herself a few inches off the bed and flipped over.
She glanced back and forth between her men, but neither of them met her eyes. They both stared hungrily at her chest and then down toward her pussy.
Her nipples puckered. She squeezed her legs together. She had to fight to keep her arms at her sides and not attempt to cover herself from their perusal.
Miles licked his lips and then moaned. “Damn. Hate condoms.”
Rebecca rolled her eyes. “Stop saying that. It’s beyond weird.”
He finally met her gaze, his hand landing on her belly and trailing up to her breasts.
She flinched slightly when he surrounded one globe with his palm and molded around it.
“Tender?” he smirked.
She rolled her eyes and batted his hand away. “That’s even weirder. Stop it.” She squirmed out of his grasp and worked her way between the men to climb off the bed. A quick trip to the bathroom didn’t get rid of them.
They both still lay in the same spot when she returned. She spun around in a circle. “Don’t suppose you brought me anything clean to wear?”
“We did,” Griffen said.
“And I might find clothes where exactly?” She glanced around the room some more, looking for a bag of some sort.
“Can’t remember. Can you, Miles?”
“Not really. I’m sure we’ll come across it soon.”
She set her hands on her hips and glared at them. “My head is throbbing. I’m starving. We have shit to discuss. Stop looking at me like I’m breakfast and give me something to wear so I can go out on the porch and breathe air that isn’t tainted with your scents.”
The second those words left her mouth, she wanted to pull them back in. The last time she’d sat on Miles’ front porch, someone had been watching in the distance and taken pictures. The idea made her feel violated all over again. In fact, she lifted her gaze to the open window and immediately yanked the sheet from the foot of the bed and made herself a toga.
“Baby?”
She swallowed her mistake and turned for the kitchen. “Food.”
Bless her men. The kitchen smelled of pancakes and bacon. Perfect. Who the hell cared what she ate right now—seeing as she obviously wasn’t meant to run a race next weekend she’d spent months preparing for?
Dammit.
Rebecca filled a plate with the food she found warming on the stove and took a seat at the table while Griffen and Miles eased into the chairs on either side of her without speaking.
They were nervous. She could sense it without looking.
They had good reason.
She was about to make them more nervous, not to mention angry, probably even with her.
She ate with both men watching her. She needed the carbs badly. Bad enough she didn’t care about her audience.