Eden’s POV

Dante lays back in bed, his hands heavy on my sore hips. I’ll be damned if I show the pain that spikes from his massive palms running trails down my ribs, my body bouncing in gleeful anticipation while he steadies me on his lap.

Ryder moves behind me, meticulously taking off my shirt and kissing my shoulders and neck in heavenly unison. I purr a noise, leaning back into a warm, wall of muscle that is Ryder’s bare chest. He pulls my ass against ...