“A lying, scheming douchebag?” Chase offered.
Sinclair pushed his glasses backward as his face curled into a frown. “Yeah. That.”
“Not your fault,” said Julian. “But thanks for clearing this up.”
My heart sang. My whole body felt a thousand pounds lighter.
“And thanks for approving my—”
“NO,” Sinclair said, waving me away. “Please, don’t thank me for that. That was all you. If anything, I should’ve been more watchful.”
Glancing back up the road, he delivered a hard look.
“I will be from now on, though.”
Sixty-Seven
MADISON
“Alright, time’s up!”
The beeping of the little alarm stopped, as one of them reset the timer. But I was still in Chase’s lap. Still smothering his face with my bare breasts, as I ground myself hard, into his lap.
“Switch already man,” growled Noah. “Don’t hog the girlfriend.”
Girlfriend…
They’d called me that before, several times already. I absolutely adored the word, each time it dropped from their lips.
“Alright, alright…”
Chase let go, rather reluctantly, and I climbed into Noah’s lap. Already I could feel his significant bulge, pressing up through the fabric of his sweats. He grunted as he thrust upward, pushing it against me. His hands roamed my body as I smiled and lowered my lips against his…
It was our third day celebrating. Three days of fun and laughter, of no work and zero pressure. It felt almost surreal, after all the time, labor and stress we’d put in. To be finally free from worry or deadline.
And of course, three straight days of sweltering hot sex.
We’d walked around the first day mostly numb, unable to process that it was all over. Spent the second day at the lake again, even sleeping outside, beneath the stars. Today we’d gone out into the city, and had the time of our lives. We’d seen the sights and sounds of Edinburgh. We ate well. We drank a little. And then finally, we all headed home…
Because now more than ever, this place truly did feel like home.
My body writhed as I made out with Noah, kissing him so deeply it was like our souls were touching. I loved this part of our little game. The guys enjoyed passing me around on the couch, clothes mostly still on. Taking turns slowly making out with me, in order to build anticipation before going upstairs.
I usually wore something skimpy, like a teddy, or a nightshirt. This time though, I was already naked. Chase had pulled my shirt over my head so he could devour my bare breasts. And Julian had long since snapped the thong of my panties, to better finger me while we kissed like maniacs.
Now Noah was enjoying the fruits of their labor, dragging his hands over my body in deliciously familiar ways. It felt like there was a monster in his shorts. So hard and warm… so desperate to be freed. I wanted to drop to my knees and pull it from his boxers. Enjoy the sight of it springing into the air, before grabbing the base and closing my mouth around it.
But that wasn’t part of the rules. Not yet, anyway.
I had one more round to go. One more pass between each of the guys; kissing their necks, flicking my hot tongue over their bare nipples, while the others pretended to watch whatever was on television… but in reality, were actually looking on.
“She might not make it upstairs,” I heard Noah growl, as I tongued his ear. “We might just have to do her on the floor, right fucking here….”
His voice was low and full of arousal. If the others agreed, they hadn’t said so.
“Do me,” I teased, kissing him some more. I sighed as his hands slid back to my breasts again, cupping and kneading them. “Make me yours, baby,” I whispered, loud enough for the others to hear. “And yours… and yours…”
I grinding harder, increasing the torment for both of us. Driving his cock crazy in its fabric prison, while I felt a long, gentle finger slide over my clit.