The Gallery (Contemporary Reverse Harem 4)

I pressed my cock at her searing opening, my hands gripping her ass and opening her, so I could see myself fucking her.

She pushed back on me when she was ready, so I slowly gave her all of myself until I was balls-deep inside her.

“God, Ash. Oh…oh…”

Gio reached under her to make small circles on her clit. The extra stimulation drove her wild. She bucked back into me until my balls pulled in tight, and I couldn’t see or hear. All I could do was feel with my cock.

And I felt goddamn good.

I exploded inside her, my hips propelling me further into her with every violent spurt. She was breathing so hard, I thought she might hyperventilate. When I’d pulled out and tossed the condom, Gio and I pulled her down on the bed with us, wrapping her in all our limbs with both satisfaction and the sadness of knowing nothing in life was certain, and that you could lose it all in a moment. Like Smith had.

“Guys?” Avril spoke so quietly, I nearly missed what she was saying. “I’m selling the gallery.”

Chapter 25

AVRIL

The sun splashed me in the face the next morning, rudely nudging me out of a deep sleep. Ash and Gio were on either side of me, beginning to stir, too. But before they were fully awake, I had the chance to admire them. The sun reflected off a light sheen of perspiration on Ash’s dark brown skin, and Gio’s normally perfect faux-hawk had been destroyed by bed head. The two of them were perfect.

Just like Sumner and Chase.

Christ, what was I doing messing around with four guys? And having sex club parties in my gallery? And buying dresses cut down to my navel at Barneys?

Was I out of my mind?

Just then, Gio rolled over, swinging an arm around my waist. At nearly the same time, Ash’s hand moved under the sheets and when it collided with mine, grasped two of my fingers.

No, I wasn’t out of my mind. Not at all. I’d never felt safer, or more cherished, in my life.

I could have laid there forever.

Someone’s phone buzzed, and the guys gradually woke up. I wasn’t sure whose it was, but I wasn’t about to move as long as I was encased by two beautiful men.

“Hey. Good morning,” Ash said, releasing my hand and sitting up.

He crawled out of the bed, stretching and yawning, and shit, did he look delicious naked. He unselfconsciously scratched at his balls while looking around the room for the buzzing phone.

“Gio, it’s your phone. Here, bro,” he said, tossing it in his direction.

Gio raised one hand above the sheets just in time to catch it.

“It’s Sumner,” he said, swiping open.

“Buongiorno, Sumner. I’m guessing it was a late night for you?”

I let Gio continue his conversation and popped out of bed to make coffee for the three of us. Ash pulled on his trousers and followed me to the kitchen.

“What’s this about selling the gallery?” Ash asked, with his eyebrows raised.

I should have known that was coming. I’d shared my news just as we were falling asleep—I guess to avoid the inevitable conversation.

And now I felt like a little kid about to get into trouble. I busied myself with the coffee to avoid looking at him. “I guess after last night, losing Smith and all, it just seems like a bad omen. Something just doesn’t feel right. Like the place is tainted.”

Ash settled into one of the stools at the kitchen counter and accepted a mug of steaming coffee. “Avril, it’s tragic what happened to Smith, but it has nothing to do with your gallery, or Kink Lab for that matter. I mean, I’m sad about it too. I’ve known him since we were roommates in college.”

“I’m sorry, Ash. You know I lost my sister in a car crash.” God it still hurt to say those words out loud. It was as if by not speaking about the loss out loud, I could perpetually keep it from being real.

“I did know that, baby. One of the other guys told me.” Looking down at his coffee, he shook his head. “I can’t imagine what that has been like for you.”