She wanted to stay tucked between her mates, their arms around her in the quiet solitude of the early morning, but her stomach wasn’t having it. She breathed shallowly through her mouth, but as her stomach rolled again she knew she needed to get to the bathroom or she was going to ruin the idyllic moment by throwing up all over her mates. She sat up slowly, thinking she could just slide off the end of the bed without waking either male up, but her stomach heaved and she knew getting to the bathroom fast was her only priority. Climbing over Ray, she heard him grunt as her knee connected with his stomach, but she couldn’t stop to apologize. She darted to the bathroom as soon as her feet hit the carpet, fell to her knees in front of the toilet and threw up. A hand rubbed her back as she slumped over the toilet with her head in her hand, her elbow on the seat. “Sweetheart?” Wes asked, his hand making slow circles around her upper back as he pushed the lever to flush the toilet.
