“Kiera—”
“And then you’d bite your lip the way you are now. Trying not to come because you wanted to make sure you had enough energy left for her, or me, if it was her turn and not mine.”
“Kiera—”
“And when I couldn’t hold it in any longer I’d let go. Just let it all go and explode. And she’d kiss me. And whisper, ‘He fucked you hard, right? He fucked you good. And you loved it, didn’t you, you dirty little slut.’ And you—”
“Kiera, oh, my fucking God—”
“—filthy, filthy slut. Always trying to be the dirtiest dirty one.”
“—shut up!”
I want to laugh, but I want to torture him more. “And then she’d start playing with me. Driving me crazy to make me come again. Or make me squirt on her fingers. And then she’d push you off me. Hard, roughly. And slither her way underneath you, and put your hard, slick cock inside her pussy and say, ‘Come in me, Connor. Come inside me. Give me everything you have left.’”
He grunts, dropping his full body weight onto my breasts, panting hard, sucking in air like he can’t get enough. And his body goes stiff and still and he explodes too.
We stay like that for a long time. Then he falls off to one side, one arm sliding underneath me, the other wrapping around my middle so he can pull me closer, even though we’re as close as two people can be.
“I’ve missed you,” he whispers, drowsy with sleep. “Don’t go away again.”
I smile as I enter the dream world again. A world of butterflies, and orgies, and dark rooms at the top of a tower where sex was a story written in a book by my hand. And there are fountains of champagne and gowns that are really costumes, and so many mysteries that make no sense.
But later… later there’s a noise in the dark. The soft padding of footsteps. And in my dream I open my eyes and see Sofia, naked, climbing into bed with us on Connor’s side. He turns, eyes still closed, and slides one arm underneath her. Pulls us both close.
And I think, This is a nice dream.
But then I hear another noise across the room and squint my eyes, trying to see what’s there. Imagining Emily with one of those ancient swords from the weapon room I’m still sure exists.
But it’s not Emily.
It’s Hayes.
And this isn’t a dream.
CHAPTER NINETEEN – CONNOR
My arm is already around Sofia before I even fully realize what I’ve done. But fuck it. This is what I wanted, wasn’t it? It’s always what I wanted. I was just never able to admit it before tonight.
And hearing Kiera dirty-talk Sofia into our lovemaking has me convinced that we can do this. We are meant to have this one last time together. All of us. And if being a senator means I have to choose, then fuck it. I want nothing to do with politics. I’d much rather go down in history as that deviant Arlington boy than Mr. Connor Arlington, US Senator from the great state of New York.
I can commit, goddammit. I will. To these Dirty Ones in this bedroom with me. Now and forever.
That’s when I notice Hayes walking towards us on Kiera’s side of the bed. I have a moment of panic. Like… maybe she loves him more than me. Maybe she’d prefer him instead?
And for sure, she’s into this. She’s staring at him as he approaches her, unbuckling his belt and then pulling it through the loops with a swooshing sound that makes me hot for some reason. I picture him slapping her ass with it and realize that actually happened once. Not sure when. Not exactly. Back in college, for sure, since that’s the last time he was in a bedroom with me. But which party? That I don’t know.
But he drops the belt and starts taking off his shirt, pulling it out of his pants and unbuttoning it from the bottom up, his eyes only on Kiera. But then, just for a moment, they flick to me. But back to her in almost the same instant.
Kiera hasn’t moved. Her eyes are locked on his.
Sofia brings my attention back where it belongs. With her. She untangles herself from my embrace and climbs up on my body, her thighs straddling mine, and begins to rub her already primed and wet pussy up and down my half-hard cock.
I absently wonder if Hayes has been playing with her already. Of it that wetness is just for me.
I decide it doesn’t matter. Not tonight.
Her long, dark hair sways across my chest as she lowers her lips to mine and begins to kiss me. I grab both ass cheeks, then slap them. Hard. Breaking the stillness in the room with the booming sound.
She says, “Ooooh.” Like it hurt but felt good too.