Still inside me, Jack crawls over the bed, laying his hot body on top of mine. I claw his tight buttcheeks as he dips to kiss my neck, and rolls his hips once, twice—and then, with one last shuddering thrust, he finally lets go, unloading inside me. I turn my head and muffle a scream into the pillow as my spine arches one last time, lifting right off the bed. My hands fall from Jack’s shoulders as I gasp for air, wave after wave of gushing pleasure swallowing me like a huge, swelling tide of the ocean. I flounder and choke like I’m drowning in it, grinding my hips up hard. Jack moans in my ear, nuzzling my jaw as his body shakes over mine. For a long time, we cling to each other, lost at sea. I can feel the other men touching me, stroking come into my skin, but I barely register it. All I’m thinking about right now is Jack.
I come down slowly, floating back into my body as Jack cups my face, kissing my tingling lips. I kiss him back, exhausted, then reach up and pull off the blindfold with shaky fingers, looking right into Jack’s blue eyes.
Concern flickers over his face. “Are youcrying?” He asks incredulously. “Oh, honey. Were we too hard on you?” He hefts me up against his front and cuddles me to him. His thumb strokes down my cheek, wiping away moisture.
“I’m not crying,” I mutter. “You knobbed me too hard. My eyes are watering.”
Cyrus barks a laugh as he collapses next to me. “Fuck, woman. You’re a fireball.” He burrows into the curve of my neck, catching his breath. Sebastian grabs a pair of boxers and disappears to check in on Cami, and I snuggle between the other two men, completely satiated.
It’s hard to believe that just a few weeks ago, I didn’t even know these guys. I had no idea what amazing people they were.
Or what amazing shaggers. Seriously. I thought sleeping with two men was sensational. Three is… otherworldly. Absolute, utter perfection.
Sebastian comes back, holding another bottle of champagne and the rest of the strawberries.
He slips into the bed next to Jack, handing me the bottle.
“Figured there’s not much point bothering with glasses,” he mutters, and I laugh, taking a deep swig. The bubbles fizz down my throat and sparkle through my brain.
“There comes a point where you’ve exchanged too much bodily fluid for it to matter,” I agree, passing the bottle to Cyrus.
We lay like that for ages, taking sips of celebratory champagne and cuddling. Soon, I feel my eyes falling shut. The guys talk over my head in low voices as I snuggle into Jack’s chest and tune them out, letting his steady breathing lull me to sleep.
I’m almost there when my phone chimes on the bedside table. I groan deeply.
“It’s yours,” Seb says, reaching for it.
“It’s probably Benny. Tell him to call back later, myharemfucked me unconscious.”
“I’m not sure that would be professional.”
I scrunch up my face. “Professional? He’s my mate, not my co-worker.”
“It’s not him.” His voice hardens. “It looks like you’ve got a job offer.”
Fifty-Five
Beth
“Huh?” I say, rubbing my eyes. “Job offer?”
“It’s from a woman called Maria. She wants to know if you’d like to nanny her kid this summer. Maisie.”
“Ooh.” I sit up, pushing fuzzy curls out of my face, and reach for the phone. “I love Maisie. I swear to god, she is the cutest little kid. I haven’t seen her since the beginning of last year, she’ll be so big!” I tap out a quick message.
Hi Maria, I’m not sure what my schedule will be like this summer, do you have a deadline you need to know by? Give Maisie my love, tell her I miss her!
I feel breath on my shoulder, and glance up to see Seb watching the screen. “You’re considering it?” He sounds shocked. “Are you still advertising for work online?”
“Well. Yeah. My details and stuff are all available. Obviously, I can’t work full-time, but I wouldn’t mind picking up an odd weekend or evening job.”
“Maisiedoesn’t sound like a weekend job,” he points out reproachfully. “It sounds like she wants you full-time.”
“Yeah, probably.”
“So,” he prompts after a pause. “Are you going to do it?”
I smile. “Uh, that’s kind of up to you, babe.”