Minutes later, the three men surrounded her on the bed, warming her with the heat from their bodies, lulling her to sleep. She had never been so satisfied and relaxed. It had been years since she ever came this close.
“That was amazing,” one of the men said. The other two made agreeing sounds.
She smiled and sighed, grateful to have taken her vacation when she had instead of putting it off again.
1
CASSIDY
I woke up to the sun shining in my face from the sliding glass door that led to the patio overlooking the mountains behind the city. Though a part of me wished I had remembered to close the curtains before I left, I also didn’t mind the view.
My body was still buzzing from the sex from the night before. And surprisingly enough, I didn’t have a hangover. I expected some sort of negative side effect from last night, but there wasn’t anything I had noticed immediately. Except for the fact I barely remembered every detail of what went on over the night, which was odd, especially considering I didn’t have all that much to drink.
So, there was that.
Still, I knew I had sex. Not only was my body still reeling from the euphoria, but my clothes were still laying in ribbons on the floor. I remembered the three men, who were impossibly hot, and the things they had done to me. Their scent still lingered in the air and on the sheets, though they were long gone.
I bit my bottom lip and smiled as flashes from the night before flipped through my mind like the pages of a photo album.
It was very unfortunate that I wasn’t going to see those men again. It would have been nice to have one last romp with each of them before heading home. A little bit of the one-on-one variety, though. Don’t get me wrong, the things we had done was spectacular, but one at a time was more my shtick.
Nevertheless, I wasn’t all that heart broken. I really didn’t mind not seeing them again. Not seeing them meant we could leave the night as perfect as it was. There wouldn’t be any of that unnecessary smudging of the memory we had created with forced pleasantries or trying to develop some semblance of a relationship when one wasn’t meant to be there in the first place… not that I would have been willing to form one. Especially considering I was still on strike from relationships.
Last night was… an exception to the rule. And it was a memory I knew without a doubt, I would take with me everywhere I went and would cherish for the rest of my life. Because it was the best sex I ever had and would ever have again. No one would be able to top what we did.
Never in a million years.
Stretching my arms past my head, I rolled over to my back and sighed. Man, that was a great time. Not bad for the start of my vacation.
I stared at the ceiling as I replayed the events in my head. Arousal started to build between my hips, and I dipped a couple of fingers between my sensitive folds. I smiled and closed my eyes, leaning into the memory. The way the men felt inside me, tasting me, touching me.
Right as I was starting to orgasm, a shuddering breath escaped from between my lips, and a soft knock rapped on my door, pulling my attention.
I frowned. Not only was I not able to fully finish myself off, but I also wasn’t able to get a cup of coffee in me before someone was knocking on my door. I wondered who it could be. Maybe one of the men left behind some garment of clothing... though I doubted it. Still, I was curious and driven by a strange, exciting need to see them again, I hopped out of bed and shuffled toward the door where a note rested on the floor.
My eyes zeroed in on the folded white cardstock as I drew closer.
Only one person I knew would do that, and that person was Charlotte. But how she would know when I was awake? It must have been a coincidence. Or she was simply leaving it there for when I did finally wake up. Either way, I wasn’t sure. Regardless, I peeked over my shoulder at the clock resting on the wall. Digital numbers blinked at me from a gold-plated frame. It was almost noon, with twenty minutes to spare.
My mind spun in circles as I tried to recall a time when I had woken up so late… and I couldn’t think of a time beyond my high school days, and even then, sleeping in so late was rare. With a shrug, I continued toward the paper, folded in half, resting on the floor directly inside the door to my room.
I picked up the letter and unfolded it.
Brunch? Meet me in the lobby at one… Charlotte.
That didn’t leave a lot of time to get ready but eating some food did sound amazing. And the time limit did give me the impression she somehow knew what time I had gotten up. I wasn’t sure what to think about that, but I knew I wanted to join her, so I put my focus on what I needed to do. I first made a pot of coffee before heading to the bathroom to shower and get ready. This way, I would have at least a cup waiting for me for when I got out.
Less than an hour and two cups of coffee later, and with about five minutes before the strike of one, I stood in the hotel lobby, waiting on Charlotte to arrive. I managed to even down a couple of cups of coffee as I got ready.
Though I wasn’t sure what the occasion for brunch was for, and I was pretty confident I was going to be massively underdressed, I managed to make it to the lobby on time. I decided on a romper that showed off my curves and showcased my girls a bit. The color was deep green, which reminded me of Steele’s eyes.
I shook away the last of the image of him as Charlotte swept into the lobby wearing a dress fit for a more formal outing than brunch but go figure. It was creamy beige with pastel pink and blue flowers. The color brightened the golden undertones of her skin. The half sleeves belled out from her shoulders, and there was a shimmering gold belt that wrapped around her waist several times, leaving the bow resting immediately above her left hip.
She smiled at me as she approached, and I sheepishly waved in return. She struck me as a woman who didn’t leave her room with a single strand of hair out of place, which made me feel self-conscious about how I looked. Especially since I couldn’t leave anywhere without something out of place.
When she approached, she pulled me in and said in her unplaceable accent, “Darling, it’s lovely to see you.”
“Thank you,” I said. “Same to you.”