Total pages in book: 96
Estimated words: 93417 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 467(@200wpm)___ 374(@250wpm)___ 311(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 93417 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 467(@200wpm)___ 374(@250wpm)___ 311(@300wpm)
And I’m coming again, the kind of orgasm that’s a hot rush, a molten cascade of sensations. It’s so good, I’m sweating, and I’m sure they’re going to untie me.
But a minute later, Rhys is kissing my thighs, rubbing his stubble against the soft skin, then turning on the very first toy they used on me.
The one that feels like a tongue.
He slides it up, down, up, down while Gavin sucks on my nipple and Hollis kisses me, and I am sure that this is part of what makes a great boyfriend.
The way they adore me.
The way they take care of me.
Like that, I shatter once more.
As I come down, they kiss me. I’m so drunk on coming that I can barely tell who’s kissing me.
They all are.
And I know they orchestrated tonight solely for me. I know in the deepest part of my heart that they expect nothing in return. I could go to sleep and they’d tuck me in and turn off the lights, then bring me a coffee in the morning.
They are well and truly the most giving lovers.
But I’ve learned something else too.
These are the lovers I want to give myself to.
These are the men who deserve me.
So I ask them to untie me. When they’re done, I tell Gavin to lie down on the bed and take off his clothes. He’s naked in no time. I cover him with a condom and sink down on him.
He hisses in a breath then clamps his hands on my hips. A jolt of heat rushes down my body, and briefly I turn to Rhys, giving him a nod that I hope he knows means he’s next.
Then, I turn my focus to Gavin, gazing at me the whole time as I ride him.
I fuck him for him. “Come for me,” I urge when his breath turns shallow, frantic.
He grits his teeth, then groans.
Before I can even climb off him, Rhys is ready. “Put me on my hands and knees,” I tell him.
“Anything for you,” he says, then flips me over and fills me.
He takes me like that, hard, fast, determined. I claw at the covers, loving the way I feel when he fucks me. “Don’t wait for me,” I whisper.
Rhys listens to that too.
I’m so grateful. I don’t want them to concentrate on me. I don’t want them to try to make me come again. Right now, I want them to feel what I’ve felt. That incandescent rush of letting go when someone only gives to you.
When he’s finished, I offer myself to Hollis, lying flat on my back, wrapping my legs around him, then watching the handsome face of the man who started this quest for me as he falls apart inside of me.
Tonight, I give them my body. But really, a piece of my heart.
A little later, we’re in the hot tub with charcoal face masks on and champagne glasses in our hands, and I toast. “To cracking the case of the missing O.”
Everyone clinks.
“Glad we could help you find it,” Hollis says.
“Glad you wanted us to,” Rhys adds.
“Glad you let me be a part of it,” Gavin says.
My heart surges for my friends.
I repeat the word in my head—friends. I repeat it as a reminder of what’s next. I repeat it because this week was so much more than friendship.
And I’m going to miss them when this ends in another day.
55
PARTY OF FOUR
Briar
Good thing I brought one cute outfit that does double duty as date attire. The next day, late in the afternoon, I strike a pose in the bedroom for Donut. “What do you think, girl?”
She whimpers a happy approval. I bend to give her a kiss. “Glad you like it,” I say.
I’m wearing a pink skirt, a white top, and my favorite pair of boots. I picked them up one afternoon when Ivy dragged me out thrifting and I’m obsessed with them, but I haven’t had a chance to wear them.
They’re white, with chunky heels and pink hearts on the sides. She said they were perfect for me and even though I’m not a pink hearts gal I’m going to trust her.
I fluff out my hair, tell my girl I’ll be back later, then leave the bedroom, trying not to stare wistfully at the bed. We dragged the mattresses out to the living room again last night, sleeping together, Gavin spooning me and, perhaps, snoring.
But like I tell him each morning, I sleep so deeply I don’t notice. Besides, Donut snores too.
I’ll miss seeing the makeshift Alaskan king-size bed—or close to it—on the living room floor.
I’ll miss this cottage.
I’ll miss our mornings and our nights.
When I reach the living room, I stop in my tracks. My heart sputters at the sight. Three suitcases. Neatly packed. Their flight is first thing in the morning. I glance at the clock, wishing the hands would unwind. But tonight is our last date.