I’ve never felt like this. I’m falling apart and never want to be put back together.
Cole’s hand slips under my ass, lifting my hips closer to Alec’s cock, making me whimper and beg.
“Tell him what you want,” Jace whispers, licking down my leg.
“Come on me. Come on my pussy,” I pant.
“Fuck,” Alec groans. “Yes, Samantha.”
Warm cum covers my throbbing clit, hitting in spurts, spreading and covering my begging cunt.
My head falls back, fingers diving into his orgasm, rubbing and chasing my release. No part of me is left untouched. Lips, hands, and hard cocks rub over my flesh.
“I’m coming… Oh my god. I’m—”
My body hits a crescendo with my breath held. But two whispered words push me right over the edge, leaving me screaming, “Yes.”
Good. Girl.
fifteen
“I’m pretty sure I’ll get pink eye from this shit.”
Flashes of last night start firing in my head as I begin to open my eyes. Dirty pictures play like a highlight reel, making my body stir.
Oh my god.
I had a five-some. I HAD A FIVE-SOME. A dirty encounter that requires a cigarette at the end. Regardless of if you smoke or not. Because I got worked over by my hot bosses in a Gomorrahesque scene where they spread me open and…
Dear lord baby Jesus, I’m sorry. Because what Alec did might be the only reason for the season right now.
I squeeze my eyes closed harder, wiggling in place.
Excuse me, ma’am, what’s on your bucket list?… Oh, who me?… To be fucked by four dudes. Check. Check. Check. And motherfucking check. Who’s that bitch? I’m that bitch.
I’m about to open my eyes when my skin suddenly prickles. And I swallow hard because the rest of the night hits me like a ton of bricks. Oh god. Of course, my traitorous body only thinks about when she came. How else would I survive and strive for more if I remembered everything?
No. Any sane person would run for the hills knowing they’re literally their own worst enemy. Fuck me. Why. Whyyyyy.
I fell asleep. I. Fucking. Fell. Asleep.
During my own personal fantasy.
No. That part has to be a dream. My mind is rushing, trying to sort out the night…wait—The day? We fucked during the day. What time is it? How long have I been sleeping?
My eyes spring open. The room’s dark. My hands lift to my chest. There’s a blanket.
I lift the blanket, realizing I’m nude, just as a deep bass of a sigh jerks my head over to my left.
Reed’s lying on his stomach. His sculptured back is on display.
Another deep gravelly sound, and my head jerks to the right. Cole.
Are you fucking kidding me? I fell asleep, and they put me to bed between them.
I’m already biting my lip because this is ridiculous. I let out a breath, sinking back into the pillow, staring at the ceiling, suddenly trying to hold in my laughter. These guys came in hot, all this is mine, and Daddy’s here, and what did I do? I fell asleep.
Straight up narcoleptic-city the minute I came. But who can blame me?
Them? Sure.
But it was a big morning—fainting, snow boots, baths. Alec’s moment…all over me.
Laughter almost escapes before I cover my mouth, remembering when I started falling asleep but was still awake enough to hear them.
Jesus, I’m breathing so hard I feel like I’m having a heart attack.
My hand lies dead on my lady bits after overusing every fucking muscle in my forearm as I hear someone say, “You look like sin.”
I’m sure I do, lying here covered in Alec with my eyes closed and legs still spread. After what just happened, I better get an induction to the porn star hall of fame.
I can feel myself smiling. Or maybe I just think I am because my body is as heavy as my eyes. Even still, I open my mouth to speak but instead suck in a breath because a warm cloth runs between my legs, moving my hand as it wipes away my porn resume builder.
“Time to get you ready for us, baby.”
I think that’s Jace. As I attempt to open my eyes, my tongue darts out to lick my dry lips. But I don’t actually do either.
Because, damn, lying here feels so good. I’m so satisfied right now.
Hands begin rubbing over my body, so I hum, “That feels good.” Or at least I try to. Because I’m pretty sure only about half of that came out of my mouth.
I sigh, feeling the warmth between my legs again before the same feeling envelops my fingers. They’re cleaning me. God, it’s so relaxing.
It’s not my fault. I swear my body’s sinking into the mattress because it’s so comfortable. And this blanket I’m lying on is so damn soft. I bet Alec looks at the thread count on his sheets and comforters.
So soft…so, so…sof…
“Sunshine?”
My body gets heavier and heavier. And I hear them speaking, but I’m more invested in staring at the underneath of my eyelids.
“Is she sleeping?”
No. I’m not sleeping. I’m resting my eyes for two seconds. That’s what I want to say, but instead, I drift further away into sated bliss.
More chuckling.
“As with most women, Reed. It looks like she tired of you.”
“Fuck you, Cole.”
Alec’s voice fills the space.
“Maybe you should have waited before unleashing the whole this is mine now attitude.”
“Yeah, you had her rubbing herself raw,” Reed chimes in.
Jace’s voice is close to my face. “Agreed, now she’s too worn out to play.”
I feel a kiss pressed to my cheek before more chuckling occurs.
“Aww, she purrs.”
“Jace, it’s called snoring.”
“Nah, it’s too quiet. You snore, Reed. She purrs.”
Silence. Then Cole’s voice is the last thing I hear.
“If our girl is tired, then she sleeps.”
I feel myself lifted and replaced, warmed by covers tucked over me and arms wrapped around my body.
“Sleep, princess. Because later, I’m going to turn that ass red for falling asleep on me.”
My eyes find Cole again. He’s on his back, the blanket draped over his waist, showing off that deep V I want to run my tongue over. His hand’s resting on his hard-earned abs. Nobody gets that kind of definition without work.
He looks so peaceful, none of the ever-present seriousness always set between his eyebrows. I can’t help but think about what he did. He slapped my clit. Twice.
My eyes almost roll back into my head when I picture the moment when he spit. Fuck.
And all he had to do was say two words, and I was in outer space. Oh, man. The things you’re going to do to me when you wake up.
His lips tip up as if he can hear my thoughts in his sleep. I can’t help myself. I roll on my side, staring at his face.
This is all so weird. I’m literally lying here in my birthday suit, sandwiched between two of the hottest men I’ve ever met. Who am I? What is happening?
This is a whole-ass movie moment. Where upbeat pop music would play, and the camera would pan out to show the three of us in bed as I stared at Cole. Then we’d montage the rest of the weekend filled with sexy rendezvous and filthy moments. Until we had to say goodbye. Ultimately, we’d be unable to live without each other. So, in a crescendo of a scene, they’d run down a city street. Why? I don’t know how movies work. But they’d be running to beat the clock because I was about to forget them. Until they’d burst through double doors and descend upon me, professing their love. But it would be too late, and we’d know it. It could never work. So they’d let me go…with the new guy. Where’d I meet him? Nobody knows. But his suit matches my dress. Then years later, we see each other again, and there’d be a twinkle in our eyes. Because maybe life brought us back around just at the right time.