Celeste’s hand rests on his belly, next to his limp cock and the puddle of cum. I slip away into the bathroom, dispose of the full condom in the trash, and return with a couple hand towels for each of them.
They both watch me as I climb back onto the bed, and for a second I hesitate, feeling a little like an intruder the way I did that night they made love in my bed for the first time. Then Leo shifts to one side, pulling Celeste with him and she pats the bed beside her.
Without a word, I lie down, bury my face in her neck, and exhale, letting go of every last shred of self-doubt and loneliness that has plagued me for the last decade of my life. This is all probably too good to be true. I know exactly who I’m in bed with, so I’m not so stupid to realize that it comes with some serious risk.
But I’ll be damned if I’m not going to enjoy the moment while it lasts.
32
Celeste
Maddox turns out the lights and we slip under the covers, me nestled comfortably between the two men. The plug in my ass is still a strange, heavy pressure, but I’ve decided not to mention it and ruin the moment. I don’t imagine Leo will forget, once he regains use of his brain, anyway. He doesn’t seem traumatized by the experience at any rate. Just thoughtful. I had no idea how intense the experience could be for either of us, or how seriously Maddox would take it. I expected it to just be a fun exploration, but now I realize there was no way these two men would be willing to do anything less than go all in.
Leo is curled tight against my back, arm hooked around me and one big hand cupping my left breast. From the sound of his breathing, he’s sleeping now. I rest my head on Maddox’s chest and run my fingers over the uneven bumps of his scars, hoping that my touch is enough to let him know I don’t find him ugly. Not when I know the truth of who he is. My fingers tease across his nipple and he twitches.
“Sorry,” I whisper.
“It’s all right. I just haven’t been touched like this since it happened. It feels strange, but good. I’m lucky as hell all the important parts remained intact, but most of the nerve endings on this side are pretty much fried.”
I look up at his shadowed face, surprised. “You haven’t had sex since your injury? I figured with those photos of the couple, you might have . . . I don’t know, indulged.” I flinch at the hint of bitterness in my tone.
Maddox lifts his head to look at me. “Yes, I fucked them, but only on camera. I also staged it so I could keep my shirt on and only let them keep shots from the neck down. I didn’t want any chance of being identified if they put the photos on their site.” He sighs and rests his head back on the pillow. “You and Leo are different. I don’t want to hide anything from you.”
“I’m glad,” I whisper. I press my cheek to his chest, his honesty more of a comfort than I could have imagined.
“How do you feel?” He touches my cheek, and I look up at him again. I can barely make out his features in the darkness, but light catches his gray eyes, illuminating his tenderness. I always felt so safe and loved with him when we were younger.
“I feel complete,” I say. “A little overfull though, if you must know.”
His brows shoot up and then his eyes widen. “Oh, shit. Are you okay?” He turns on his side and slips his hand over my hip to probe between my ass cheeks where the flared end of the plug rests. “You want it out?”
“I want to be ready, so if that means leaving it in until he is, I’ll leave it in.”
“You are a fucking trooper, Celeste. And more than a little bit of a wet dream.”
“Except I’m real. And I’m in your bed with Leo, who you just fucked into a stupor, and he didn’t self-destruct. We are both still here and not going anywhere.”
He studies me in silence for a second. “Why do I have a feeling this is all because of you? Were you deliberately holding out on anal with him to get us together?”
I can’t help but laugh, then shake my head. “Honestly, no. I really didn’t want to do it, but he has a habit of fulfilling all my dirty fantasies, so it seemed fair to fulfill one of his for a change.”
His chest shakes with laughter. “If you consider bribery to be fair, I guess. But you must have been surprised when he called your bluff.”
“You assume I was bluffing. I’m here, aren’t I? With your toy in my ass. And no, the fact that he followed through really wasn’t a surprise. I wasn’t blind during the photo shoot. He kept looking at you, and every time he did, it made him hotter.” Thinking about it now makes me hotter and I squeeze my pelvic muscles, all too aware of the tightness of the plug in my ass. The renewed sense of pressure sends a jolt of unexpected pleasure through me, and my core floods with wet heat. I shift closer to him, twine our legs together so my mound is pressed against his cock.
He lets out an interested rumble, his shaft twitching between us as if it’s alive, then hardening fully. He runs his hand up my back and back down, squeezes my ass,
