So fucking sleepy.
I don’t know what the protocol is for mind-blowingly hot one-night stands after the sex part happens. I hadn’t planned on staying the night—hadn’t even thought that far ahead when we left the bar—but I’m too comfortable to muster up the energy to get up.
Lips pepper kisses over my skin as my eyes drift closed. Someone pulls a blanket over me, and I hear three deep voices murmuring quietly to each other, although I’m fading too fast to pick up what they’re saying.
An arm wraps around me as someone spoons me from behind, and I feel another body settle into place in front of me.
Then sleep steals over me.
* * *
Iwake up feeling amazing.
Well, to be fair, I sort of feel like I got hit by a truck, but in the best way possible.
Holy shit. I’ve never had sex that good.
My body is sore in places I never even knew existed until last night, but it’s a good kind of ache, like the way you feel after a satisfying workout in the gym. I stretch a little, feeling my muscles groan in satisfaction as my clit throbs softly.
Hot damn. I didn’t know that these kinds of things could happen outside of porn.
On top of that, I feel like a weight has been lifted. I feel freer, more relaxed. I guess that’s what revenge sex against your cheating boyfriend will do for you. Or really good sex in general.
Man. Jason was decent in bed, but what happened last night was on a whole other level. Holy fuck.
I look around and realize I’m in a tangle of bodies. The guys are all still asleep, and it’s hard to tell who’s who and who’s touching me since we’re all so tangled up.
Now that they’re asleep, they look less alpha, less dangerous—in a sexy way—softer and more vulnerable. It tugs at my heart, oddly. I kind of want to stay.
But what the hell am I thinking? I can’t stay. That’s not how one-night stands work. I had fun, and now it’s time to go. I’ve stayed on top for this long by not letting anyone in, not even Jason, and that’s all for the best. Jason proved last night why I’m right to keep people at arm’s length. I don’t know these guys at all.
Although, I can admit that I never really let Jason in. Maybe he cheated on me because he could feel that I was holding back on him?
Ugh, even if that’s true, it’s no excuse for how he cheated.
I slide out of bed, trying not to wake the men as I search for my dress on the floor. I start to look for my panties before I remember that they’re still near the entry door, and the thought makes me grin as my cheeks heat up at the memory of how I lost them. I’m still pissed at Jason, but I’m glad as hell that I ended up in the bar last night and met these three.
Rather than leaving the room to get my panties first, I just tug the dress on over my head. But I must make too much noise rustling the fabric, because Raven rolls over onto his side, blinking his eyes open. I finish tugging my dress down as he looks over at me.
Shoot. I was sort of hoping to slip out without saying anything. Last night, I let all my inhibitions down, but in the cold light of morning, I’m not quite sure what to say to any of these men. How do you thank three guys for the best orgy of your life?
Well, theonlyorgy of my life, but the point still stands.
“Sorry! Go back to sleep,” I whisper, sidling toward the door. “I didn’t mean to wake you up.”
“Where are you going?” He sounds sleepy and confused.
“Um… home?”
Where else would I be going?
“Why?” he asks.
“Oh, I just have a lot to do today,” I mutter evasively, feeling like an idiot. I’ve never really had a one-night stand before, so I have no idea what kinds of things people usually say to each other the morning after.
How do people get out of the apartments of their hot hookups gracefully? God, I suck at this.
Our whispered conversation has woken the other two men up, and I flush as I realize they’re giving me the same look Raven is. They don’t seem upset, just confused as well, gazing at me like I’ve grown a second head.