“Mmm, fuck,” he growls, “That’s even better than I expected, I get to taste you both like this.”
My face is on fire. This feels so filthy, but so fucking good, and before long, I’m building towards yet another climax. I cum so hard my ears fucking ring. My vision goes a little blurry, and I figure out after a moment that I’ve actually gone a bit cross-eyed.
Brendon continues to lap lazily at my cunt as I’m coming down, but once the last of the aftershocks fade, I’m so sensitive that it reaches a point of too much, so I gently tug his hair, pulling him up and away. “That’s it,” I say, my voice so breathless I can barely get it much above a whisper, “I’m tapped out,” I laugh weakly.
I’m so spent, and satisfied down to my very fucking core.
Brendon chuckles. “That’s what I like to hear,” he says.
The two of them settle on either side of me, smushed together in Chip’s bed. And yeah, it’s a tight fit, but I don’t really care. I’d happily cram into a twin with both of them if it meant getting to be closer.
“Is a sleepover moving too fast?” I ask Chip, my eyes still closed.
My eyelids feel far too heavy to open, and the rest of my body feels weighted with lead, and I continue, “Because I don’t think I can move.”
Chip laughs. “I think I can handle it,” he says, kissing my forehead.
They each kiss me in turn, all of us murmuring “I love you”s to each other, although I’m honestly not sure I even manage to bring the words from my brain to my lips, because in spite of my best efforts to fight it, sleep overtakes me and I sink, deep and dreamless.
Chapter Twenty-One
Brendon
Christmas Eve
“Hello? Earth to Brendon, you in there, man?”
Chip’s voice snaps me back to reality. “Hmm? Sorry, did you say something?”
“What’s going on? You were a million miles away, you’ve been kinda off today. Something bugging you?”
“No, it’s nothing, I’m fine.”
Chip rolls his eyes. “I may not know you as well as Hazel does, but I can still tell when you’re bullshitting me. You’re running on autopilot and your mind’s somewhere else. Is it weird for you that we’re hanging out without her today or something?”
I’d insisted that Hazel finally take advantage of some of the resort’s spa services, since before we even left on the trip, she’d talked so excitedly about getting a massage and a mani-pedi. It’s pretty rare for her to do her nails, or much more to her hair than the usual trim.
So today, she was indulging in all of her girlie fun, getting the works, and I had offered to hang out and help Brendon with some packing, since he had the day off.
“It’s just…” I sigh, “Can you keep a secret?”
He snorts. “I lived with a homophobic father for 18 years as a queer kid taking ballet lessons. Shoot.”
“Well, one of the reasons I planned this trip with Hazel was, um…” I reach into my pocket, where, as I’ve done every day prior, I’ve tucked the ring box, just in case the moment struck.
I flip it open to show him the ring, and his eyebrows shoot up. “Oh…”
“And I mean, don’t get me wrong, I wouldn’t take any of it back for fucking anything,” I assure him, taking his face between my hands and kissing him, “It’s just…”
“With everything going on, it kind of threw a wrench in your plans,” he finishes for me.
“Exactly,” I nod.
“Well, you know, it’s not like it’s too late. You guys don’t leave until the day after tomorrow.”
I look at him. “You don’t think it’ll be weird, with everything else going on? And I mean, is that…is that weird for you?”
He shakes his head. “Not really. I mean, it’s definitely not weird for me. I came into this knowing you two were committed, and I’ve never had any desire to change that, and if you two are ready for that next step, I’m still gonna be here cheering you on.”