They’re taking pleasure in your pleasure. And in theirs.
If I was sure of anything, it was this. The realization was welcome and beautiful, knowing that each guy got off on seeing me with the other. That for them, the ultimate turn-on seemed to be watching me, or at least doing me while watching me satisfy someone else. It more than just doubled the pleasure and intensity, it increased it tenfold.
Any time I was close to screaming, they knew. One of them would back off just enough, or the other would cover my mouth while his friend plowed mercilessly away, riding me through another blistering orgasm. I remember the room suddenly being a thousand degrees. I could recall it filling with the thick, heady scent of our combined sex, as they turned me into something so wild, so insatiable, that by the end I was shoving them down on their backs and riding them, until they once again erupted inside me.
Sometime in the wee hours of the morning I fell asleep, drifting off lazily in a nest of beautiful, heated flesh. The guys spooned me from either side. Pressed their hard bodies against the softness of mine, their arms draped over me possessively from both sides. That part was heaven. The warmth, the security, the womb-like comfort of being totally ensconced.
And beneath it all, the unexpectedly smug satisfaction of knowing I’d outscrewed them both.
Fourteen
KARISSA
I woke in my own bed, unsure of how I’d gotten there. Someone had carried me. I’d been so exhausted they’d laid me down and covered me with my own blankets, still warm and naked and reeking of sex.
Holy shit.
I grabbed my phone, and was alarmed to see it was well past seven o’clock. I rushed into a scalding hot shower. Cleansing my body was a double-edged sword; on one hand the lather felt amazing as it slid all over me, washing away the evidence of my own debauchery. On the other, I was losing them. Washing away the hard-earned scent that clung to me, reminding me of the glory of last night.
Hurriedly getting dressed, I tied my hair back and ran downstairs. The crews would be here soon. Some of them would already be outside, plugging in their tools. Setting up for the day’s work, which by Newport county noise abatement laws couldn’t begin until the stroke of—
“Hey speedy,” someone laughed. “Slow down.”
I stopped mid-stride, halfway through the brilliant, sunlit kitchen. The smell of fresh coffee lingered in the air. The scent of food was even stronger.
“Eggs?”
Camden was standing at the stove, a frying pan in one hand. Sitting at the table, drinking coffee with his feet up, Bryce put down his phone.
The moment should’ve been awkward. Like I was being pulled over in the middle of the walk of shame, but times two.
Instead, I slid into my usual spot and took up the cup of coffee already poured for me. It was fixed the way I liked it. They must’ve heard the shower.
“Scrambled,” I said. “Thanks.” I took a sip and immediately passed the mug back to Bryce. “And heat this up for me? I like it hot.”
My gorgeous blond employer threw me an obligatory smirk before heading over to the microwave. Camden was cracking eggs into a bowl. It gave me a few seconds to breathe.
“HVAC guys here yet?”
Camden shook his head. “No.”
“What about the plumbers?”
“They’re unloading,” said Bryce, smirking again as he waited out the microwave’s thirty-second timer. Or was it the same one?
“I’ll need to sign off on the new layout today,” I said casually, “if one of you wants to take a look at it first.”
“Nah,” Bryce said, crossing his arms.
“We trust you,” said Camden, without turning around. The hiss of the egg mixture hitting a hot-buttered pan punctuated his sentence.
I let out another breath, staring at those magnificent forearms. The guys were dressed for work. In construction, that meant ripped up jeans and steel-toed boots. Flannel shirts with sleeveless T’s beneath, and the cuffs rolled up to their elbows.
Camden’s hair was still wet — presumably from his own shower. Bryce had a flat pencil already tucked behind his ear. It was little details like this that had made everything that much hotter, whenever I’d indulged in fantasizing about them. And lately that had been often.
“So…” I said, with my most dismissive sigh. Small talk was never my thing, really. “Are we gonna talk about last night, or are we—”
My sentence died abruptly as Roderick strode in, his hair still wet from his own shower. Bryce cleared his throat, a split-second before his entrance. Camden continued sifting the eggs.
“Are we ready?”
He’d been talking to the others. Upon seeing me he was taken aback for a moment, then smiled appreciatively.
“Oh, hey. Good morning.”
The microwaved beeped. Bryce extracted my coffee and handed it over.
“Good morning to you too,” I said, raising my mug cheerily.
“Sleep well?”
I did my level best to keep a straight face. It was tougher than I thought.
“Like a baby,” I somehow managed. “And you?”
“I slept great,” said Roderick, stretching his long arms. “But these guys needed more time for some reason. They never really sleep in to begin with, so I figured I’d let them.”
Bryce laughed. “Let us?”
“C’mon,” Roderick urged again. “We’re already going to hit a little traffic.”
His words sped Camden up a bit. He scraped the eggs into a clean plate, then tossed the pan and spatula in the sink.
“Don’t speed,” I warned, blowing the steam off my now-overheated coffee. “Someone’ll give you a ticket.”
“Yeah yeah.”
Roderick left first, leaving me sitting there with the others. Bryce and Camden looked at each other, then back to me.
“Go,” I smiled, holding a hand out for my eggs. “You’d better get in the truck before he drives off without you.”
Camden slid me the plate. As he did, his hand lingered on mine. Even in that one, brief little touch, sparks passed between us.
“You alright?”
The words were meant to be sweet, I knew. But they made me almost resentful.
“Don’t
