I almost wish I could slip up to the guest room and sleep alone while I try to process tonight’s activities, but I’d miss being next to a warm body. We seem to be following a schedule, and tonight I’m due to sleep in Shane’s bed. He probably wouldn’t take well to me asking to sleep alone.
All four men are still in Shane’s room when I return. “I’m so sleepy,” I say, wanting to cut off any conversation about staying with them before it continues. There are several reasons why I won’t stay here long term, but I don’t want to get into it right now.
“I hope you had fun,” Khalil says, giving me a kiss goodnight.
“Sleep well,” Marcos says, a little twinkle in his eye.
“I’m going to sleep here, too, if that’s okay,” Devin says. He glances at Shane, who doesn’t look at all surprised, so I assume they’ve already talked about it.
“That’s fine,” I say. Two strong, warm bodies in bed with me instead of one — nothing to complain about there.
Devin gets in the bed first, taking the spot closest to the wall. When I slide in beside him, he says, “It was hard watching you needing release for so long.”
“Yeah, but it was hot, too,” Shane says, lying down on my other side, laying a hand on my hip.
“I knew it was you who got me off,” I tell Devin.
“I couldn’t spank you,” he says, squeezing my hand in his, “though I guess you enjoy it? Maybe next time.”
Next time. I don’t want anything between us to end, but should there be a next time like that? Sex is one thing; feeling so completely vulnerable is another.
Outside of the bedroom, being under a man’s control is the absolute last thing I want, but maybe that’s what makes the fantasy so thrilling. Knowing I’m safe with these four men left me free to enjoy the experience deeply. It’s amazing how much I trust them. I can’t think of any other man I’ve been with who I would have allowed to tie me up and blindfold me.
“Everything was perfect,” I say, in answer to Devin’s question about my enjoyment.
To get more comfortable, I turn on my side, facing Shane. He’s on his side, too, facing me, and slides his hand over my hip. Devin presses one of his legs against mine and gently strokes my back in a way that soothes my still-busy mind.
I’m honestly shocked that Shane’s okay sharing his bed with one of the other guys, but Shane’s been surprising me all along. He’s a possessive asshole who will also do whatever he thinks will make me happy. I’m glad I bent my one-night rule for him, and for the others.
It’s nice imagining that I could stay with them and that things could always be like this, but that’s not how life works. That’s more of a fantasy than my romance novel. I’ve been having such a good time with them, but good times like this don’t last.
I should probably leave soon, so that we end things on a highpoint, so that we’ll all have the very best memories of each other. Devin strokes my back and Shane gently squeezes my hip, and I hope I haven’t already stayed with them too long.
45
Strip darts
I’m out of bed early the next day because it’s hard to fall back asleep after having morning sex with two men. I woke up with Devin’s head between my legs and Shane sucking on my nipples, and things escalated from there.
Together, they got me off three times, and they made it seem effortless. They’re clearly learning my body and what I like, and it occurs to me that I’ve never experienced that kind of attention before, not with my one-night rule.
While they shower and get ready for work, I get the coffee started. As they come into the kitchen, I’m sitting at the island, looking at my phone. I must be frowning, because Devin asks if anything’s wrong.
There was a text from my mother, but it was nothing too upsetting. “I’m fine,” I say. “Still no apartment listings, though.”
Shane, who’s at the refrigerator, turns to frown. He doesn’t say anything, though, probably because he’s still tired.
“Do you still want to cook dinner with us tonight?” Devin asks. He and Marcos are planning to make lasagna and said they’d teach me.
Though I was often left to fend for food for myself when I was growing up, I never did learn to cook much of anything. My older sister, Danielle, would make grilled cheese for Rachel and me sometimes. My mother’s typical meals were chicken fingers or fish sticks with french fries from the freezer.
“Yeah, I’m looking forward to it,” I say. “Do you need any ingredients?” I’m off today, so I can shop while they’re at work.