“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck,” he growled.
I leaned into him, offering the depths of my pussy to Isaac. He thrust again, hilting himself so far. I thought I’d split in half. Dylan’s cock was still buried in my ass. He held my breasts in his palms while Isaac fucked me, until I saw it in his eyes.
“Vanessa,” he whispered. “Fuck.”
He shot his release inside me, before collapsing next to me.
I smiled. I’d never been happier. Even if it was only for a minute, I wanted it to stay like this forever. They were both inside m
e. Warm. Hot. Sexy as hell. And I had just shared my world with them.
I was tempted to sleep like this on the hard studio floor when Isaac’s eyes widened.
“Damn it. I fucked up.”
“What? What’s wrong?” I looked at him. The moment had been completely perfect.
“The condoms are still in my jean pockets.”
“Mother fucker,” Dylan sputtered.
“It’s ok. It’s ok. I’m on the pill, Isaac. It’s ok.” I was slightly startled, but I wasn’t going to let one slip up ruin tonight.
“You were so damn beautiful. I didn’t think straight. I’m sorry.”
I grabbed his arm. “It’s ok.” I leaned up to kiss him. “I’m not worried about getting pregnant. And it felt good. Too good to put something between us.” I smiled.
I was covered in paint. I had just had sex with two men. There were a lot of other things to worry about.
He kissed my forehead. “Do you know a what rock star you are? About everything?”
Dylan laughed, collecting his clothes. “Watch out, or I might marry you.” He winked.
I felt a spark of jealousy fly off Isaac’s chest. Maybe it was a slight rumble I heard. But that would have to wait. Because just then. I heard the alarm buzz. It was the front gate.
Twenty-Nine
Isaac
Fuck. Who was at the door? I looked at Vanessa’s face and knew she was in just as much shock. I scrambled for clothes. She was covered in paint. It was in her hair, all over her boobs.
The speakers echoed in the house. “Miss Vanessa?”
“Oh shit. Oh God.” She sat forward. “It’s George at the gate.”
“Who’s here?” Dylan pulled his T-shirt on over his head.
She slammed her hand into her forehead. “I completely lost track of time. I forgot everything. Oh no. This isn’t good.” She started to search for her clothes. “Not good. Oh shit.”
I grabbed her shoulders. “Who is at the damn door? What’s going on?”
Her eyes flashed with fear. “It’s Charlie Maine. Ok? She was supposed to stop by after work and I forgot. If she sees you here…”
“Fuck.” Dylan stepped into his pants.
“Really helpful, brother.” I eyed him.
He shrugged. “Wait a minute. There’s no reason I can’t be here. What am I worried about?” He looked at me. “You, however are the problem.”