Lily stretched her hands forward. The pillow in front of her was empty. Then she wiggled backward, but Sawyer’s hard body was gone too. She bolted upright. It hadn’t been a dream. She was in her new bedroom. She let out a sigh. It was real. This was completely real.

She caught the aroma of coffee. There was a silk robe and pair of sheer panties laid out at the end of the king size bed. She smiled, crawling forward to put on the panties and wrap the robe around her chest.

She made a quick stop in the bathroom. It was fully stocked with luxurious soaps and face creams. The labels said there were pearls in the mixtures. She washed her face and brushed her teeth. She couldn’t help but notice the glow on her skin. Her eyes were brighter. Her skin practically shimmered from the afterglow of so many epic orgasms.

She hadn’t even been drunk. It was the intoxication of Sawyer and Jack that led to every move she made. Their hands. Their mouths. Their husky voices in her ear. Her spine tingled. They had promised more. So much more.

She padded off to find them.

She was greeted by two big smiles in the kitchen. It made her feel warm down to her toes.

“There she is.” Jack jogged to her first. “How’d you sleep?” He kissed her gently.

Her eyes fluttered open. “Like the happiest girl in the world.”

Sawyer walked from around the granite island. He leaned down for a kiss. “Good. I loved how your body felt next to mine.” He reached for her hand and led her to the kitchen.

She stopped to take in the view. She could see the entire city from here. It was breathtaking.

“Breakfast is served.”

The three of them sat down to eat.

“Did you both make this?” She took a bite of the bacon cheese omelet. It was delicious.

Jack piped up. “Sawyer’s the cook. I just eat.”

“It’s good. Thank you for doing all this.” She realized their eyes had trailed down to her breasts. The silk tie had loosened. Her tits involuntarily perked under their gaze.

Sawyer cleared his throat. “We’re headed to the vineyard for the night after we eat. Our friend Arnie is getting married tonight. We’re groomsmen. Again.”

“Another wedding?”

Jack nodded. “Yeah, he’s friends with Ben. Same group of guys from college will be there. Maybe you’ll see Rachel. I’m sure she and Ben will attend.”

She blinked. “I’m going with you to the wedding?” Holy shit, her dreams were becoming more and more real by the second. Another wedding with her groomsmen.

“We won’t stay long, baby. But you’ll love the vineyard.”

“The vineyard?” Even the coffee was perfection. Everything was so good. “I didn’t know there was anything like that around Chicago. Tell me about it.”

“It’s not here. Napa Valley. We own several estates. We though a night away from the city might help you relax.” He winked. “A little dancing and champagne for our girl.”

Oh God. Was tonight the night? Was that what he was implying? She wanted it, but she wasn’t sure she was ready no matter how desperately she wanted both of them at the same time. She hadn’t even had regular sex last night.

She nodded. “All right. I’d love to go to the wedding with you and see the vineyard. But how do we get there so quickly? It’s going to take all day to get a flight to California.”

“We have a private jet, baby.” Sawyer pushed back from the table. He towered over it when he stood tall. “You can pack while I make a few calls. I need to rearrange my schedule for the week. I might be on the phone with Penny a few minutes.”

“Pack? All my clothes are at my apartment. I can run over there.”

Jack chuckled. “Love, we bought you all new things.” He pointed to rows of shopping bags in the living room. “They were delivered this morning, along with a dress for the wedding tonight.”

“Oh my God.” Lily rose from the table. She walked toward the packages. She peeked in one bag, lifting the lid off a box. There was a blue cashmere scarf, followed by the most exquisite leather boots. There were designer jeans. Shirts. Cute dresses. And then she dove into the pink bags at the end of the row.

She lifted the sheer lingerie to the light. “Holy shit.”

The men eyed each other. “We bought that one with something special in mind,” Sawyer added.

She noticed the back of it was cut out. She held it to her chest. There were more garments in the bag. Lacy bras. Colorful thongs. Everything was delicate and beautiful.

“I don’t know what to say.”

“Say you’ll wear them this weekend.”

She felt the thrill of it run through her. The idea that they wanted her to have expensive clothes and exotic lingerie.

“Of course.” She smiled.

“Good.” Sawyer retracted his phone. “I’ll see you two in a minute.”

She watched him walk away and knew she couldn’t wait for the wedding weekend in the vineyard to get started.