“But sharing time…” Brody nodded. “Well, that works out amazingly. Plus if your business ends up based here, anywhere at this end of town, we’d see you during the day too.”
It was a lot to take in. A lot to process. But everything seemed so oddly perfect. So well-thought out, but all three of them.
“C’mon,” Corey pleaded. “You don’t want to continue this long-distance thing, do you? It’s brutal!” He pondered for a moment. “Although I gotta admit… the sexy-Skype thing is hotter than hell.”
“Shit yeah,” Mason chimed in. “Whatever happens here, we gotta keep doing that.”
“And where would I live?” I asked at last.
Brody and Corey folded their arms and frowned. “Do you really have to ask that?”
My stomach lurched, just thinking about it. I could imagine falling asleep in their beds. Waking up with one or the other, or both, or all three…
“I’d have to sublet my apartment,” I said. “Get someone to finish out my lease.”
The words left my lips with a certain shock. I was saying it. Saying it as if I were actually doing it. Which somehow, I already knew in my heart…
I definitely was.
“Eventually we’d get a whole new place,” said Brody. “More bedrooms. Closer to where we’d be commuting, too.”
“And of course I’d kick in, since I’d be splitting my time there,” said Mason. He winked at me. “Besides, more and more of the contacts you’ve given me have been coming through. I’ve got more work lined up than I can ever handle. And another piece of good news… they’re bringing The Covenant back.”
The other guys whirled even faster than I did. It was obvious this was news to them.
“Yup,” Mason said proudly. “It got picked up by another studio. They’re kicking it off with a movie first, and then—”
“ASSHOLE!” Corey screamed, shoving Mason nearly all the way to the sidewalk. “You didn’t tell us?”
“I was waiting for a special moment.” He rose back to his full, towering height and smiled down on me. “And I can’t think of a moment more special than this.”
Sixty-Three
LAUREN
I rode them, just as I said I would. Slowly. Deeply. Grinding down on each of their hard cocks, my fingers splayed deliciously across their flat, gorgeous stomachs.
“Look at her eyes,” said Corey. “I’ve never seen her like this. Holy shit, she’s practically in heat.”
He was sprawled out beside us, nursing his glistening, rock-hard erection. It was wet because it had just been inside me. On the other side of us, Mason’s was too.
“Can I come?” Brody groaned, somewhere beneath me.
“NO,” I said firmly, and probably for the fourth time. “Not yet. Nobody comes yet.”
His body was covered in a thin sheen of sweat. It brought out every ridge, every peak and valley of his amazing abdominals. His expression looked like he was in extreme pain… or such intense pleasure it only registered that way.
It would be so easy for him to come. To just clamp his powerful hands over the tops of my thighs and hold me against him, as his cock jumped and pulsed inside me. But he’d be spoiling the game. Or rather he’d be spoiling my game, because I was making up the rules as we went along.
“Lauren…” he groaned again. “Please.”
I could feel him twitching, his body surging upward. I was tempted to let him go. To just reach back with one hand and close my fingers gently around his balls. One of Brody’s guiltier pleasures was having me squeeze him there, at the very last moment. He’d always come twice as much whenever I did that, and he’d filled me to overflowing so many, many times.
“You ready?” I asked, arching an eyebrow Mason’s way. He responded with a grin, and by holding his cock straight up like a piston. A moment later I was climbing aboard, impaling myself on him. Driving him so deep into my body it felt like he was pressing into my womb, as Brody moaned in frustration at having been left again.
“You really enjoy torturing us, don’t you?” laughed Corey.
“I enjoy fucking you…” I grunted, rolling my hips. I sighed happily as Mason’s hands went to my tits, his smooth palms causing my nipples to jump. “I enjoy taking you to the edge…”