Mrs. Robin's Sons

you would be sick and tired of always waiting around for my leftovers, Monica.” Rylee gave the woman a disdainful smile. “Especially after the way you wasted two years waiting for Ethan and still came up empty-handed.”
Rylee saw the flush that spread across Monica’s cheeks as her face went tight with anger.
“Well, it’s not your boyfriend that I’m after, it’s his brother. And, since you seem to have more on your plate than you can handle anyway, I’m sure you won’t mind if I help myself to some of your dessert.”
“Whatever, bitch,” Rylee muttered. As Monica brushed past her, she barely refrained from grabbing the woman by her bleached blonde hair, throwing her to the floor, and stomping her into a puddle.
Rylee walked in the direction of the doors, and she could see Monica working hard to impress Noah with phony smiles, blatant looks, and none-too-subtle touches. And Rylee watched with no small amount of satisfaction as Noah politely, but firmly, rejected her.
As she approached the group, Noah and Nick’s focus shifted to her. The looks on their faces were filled with so much heat that Rylee knew without a doubt that she was the absolute focus of their attention.
Rylee glanced at Monica, and she could practically see the woman’s hatred pouring off of her. “Better luck next lifetime,” she murmured next to Monica’s ear before she slid an arm around Nick and Noah’s waists, and they walked her out of the club.
*
“You’re up late, aren’t you?” Rylee jumped at the sound of Noah’s husky voice against her neck, his strong arms around her waist. She was so wrapped in her thoughts that she never heard him enter the kitchen where she stood making coffee. “Hey.” She smiled up at him. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to make so much noise and wake you up.”
Noah shrugged and leaned against the counter next to her. “You didn’t. I don’t sleep that well when you’re not there, anyway.” He reached out and stroked her cheek. “What’s wrong?”
Rylee was silent for a long moment before she finally responded. “I don’t like not being able to claim you, Noah. I don’t like having to pretend that you don’t mean anything to me.
I’m not ashamed of our relationship, and I’m tired of denying that I love you as much as I love Nick.”
Noah nodded slowly. “So, you think that just because you can’t tell everyone about us that will change the way you feel about me, or how I feel about you?”
“No! It’s just…” She sighed heavily. “You don’t deserve to be ignored in this
relationship, as if you’re invisible, or not important.”
“I’d like to consider myself as more of a silent partner,” Noah joked softly.
“You know what I mean, Noah.” Rylee knew she sounded frustrated.
Noah pulled her into his arms and stared down at her. “Listen to me, Rylee. I know you’re not happy about having to hide our relationship. I can’t say I’m too thrilled about it, either, and I wish it didn’t have to be this way. But, for now, it’s necessary. Besides, the only thing I deserve, the only thing I need, is you.”
“Me, too.” They turned around at the sound of Nick’s voice in the doorway. He moved in behind her, and Rylee found herself pressed between their bodies. She leaned her head against Nick’s shoulder and stared into Noah’s eyes.
“Not being able to say how we feel about each other in public doesn’t make our feelings any less real, or our commitment to you any less strong.” Nick’s voice was soft, his words comforting in her ear. “Believe me, baby, if I thought it would make a difference, I would tell anyone who would listen about us.” Noah leaned his head against hers. “But I know how ignorant and judgmental some people can be, and I refuse to put you at risk of being hurt just because other people have a problem with how we choose to live our lives.”
“You’re right,” she said quietly. “I just don’t know how much longer I’m going to let other people’s issues dictate our lives and our ability to express our feelings for each other.”

Chapter Sixteen
“Hello?” Nick smiled when Rylee’s sleep-filled voice drifted through the phone, so soft and sexy.
“Good morning, angel. Did I wake you?”
“Mmm-hmm…was dreaming about you and Noah.” Nick’s cock perked up at her
words. “God, Nick,” Rylee moaned, “I want you both so much right now.”
“Oh, yeah, baby. We want you too. It’s been a long week. Miss you so much.” Nick’s cock was hard as steel, aching with need.
“Wish you were here with me right now,” Rylee whispered. “I’d ride you, and then Noah, until none of us could walk.”
He groaned. “Love how you look when you ride Noah, how you feel when you ride
me. All tight and wet and hot. God, I’m so hard for you right now, baby.” He was panting; his voice was low and rough as sandpaper. “So hard, it hurts.”
Rylee made little whimpering sounds that made his cock jerk.
“I…God, baby. I need you right now,” Nick whispered hoarsely.
“I know. I’ve been trying to figure out a way to leave earlier, but I’m the hotel manager. I have an obligation.” Aggravation and need filled Rylee’s voice. “It’s okay, babe.” Nick tried to mask his own disappointment. He knew that having a long-distance relationship with Rylee would be challenging at times, but the longer they were together, the more he missed not being able to be with her, to hold and touch her, hell, to just be able to look at her for as long as he wanted, whenever he wanted.
“God, this distance shit sucks.” Rylee suddenly became quiet, and Nick swore softly. He hadn’t meant to speak out loud, but now that he’d said the words, he refused to take them back.
“I can’t help where I live, or what I do for a living, Nick. And I can’t just walk away from either