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“More,” gasps Bailey. Cooper lets me go and it’s all I can do not to whimper in protest. I don’t feel quite so bad when a few seconds later, Bailey does whimper as he pulls her off his lap.
“Turn around.”
She’s so quick to do as he says, I’d tease her about it if I had any blood left in my brain. But I’m desperate for him to touch me again, too. Bailey gets on her hands and knees before him and Cooper doesn’t hesitate, sliding into her body in one thrust. Bailey shudders, moaning so loudly I can feel it in my bones. Coop shifts, moving them closer, resuming his place around my cock as he begins thrusting into Bailey.
We’ve tried this position a couple of times; it’s more challenging than you’d think. I’m distantly awed by his coordination, even as I’m doing my best not to come in his mouth instantly. But Coop’s going for the gold this time—he pauses again, tugging Bailey up by her shoulders until she’s braced upright, her hands on my thighs. Coop whispers in her ear again and resumes his thrusting, tighter and faster now as their mouths work me over together. The next time Bailey takes me deep, I can’t hold it back any longer, coming hard, arching into their combined touch. It sets Cooper off, and a moment later I hear Bailey crying out her release as he pumps into her, his hands all over her body like he can’t touch her enough.
In the soft, sweet aftermath, it dawns on me that this is supposed to wear off, this high I get with them. The heat that seems to build anytime we’re together. It’s supposed to be fading.
It’s not fading. If anything, it’s getting stronger.
27
Cooper
Bailey whimpers as I pull out of her body, and again when I kiss her shoulder before sitting back to deal with the condom. Drew looks like he’s blown a fuse, a little vague and still not quite focused. Can’t blame him. That was some next-level fucking.
Not just fucking.
Of course it was just fucking. That’s all this is. That’s all this can be. Any day now Bailey and Drew are going to figure out they were meant to be together all along and they’ll be ready to settle down, get serious, all that white picket fence shit. Just because I’ve gone and gotten goddamn feelings for them doesn’t mean this is forever. Relationships between three people don’t work.
I suppose they must, or else ‘throuple’ wouldn’t be a thing. But it’s not a thing here in this room, so I’m not getting my hopes up.
Liar.
The voice in the back of my mind sounds suspiciously like Bailey’s. I shove the thoughts away, heading to the bathroom to clean up. I can hear Bailey and Drew laughing softly in the other room and I cuss my foolish, aching heart even as the rest of me thrills at the memory we just made in Drew’s hallway.
I’ll be able to keep that, at least. I know better than to think I can keep them, but I’ll have these few weeks.
“Where’d you go, Coop?” calls Drew. He started calling me that after the week in the mountains, just like Bailey does. I don’t even think he’s noticed.
The two of them are chatting in the kitchen by the time I track them down.
“You get lost?” Bailey asks, tugging me into the chair beside her at the table. Drew’s got his head stuck in the refrigerator, naked as a newborn, his ass in perfect profile from where we sit. Bailey and I both just watch him in silence. When he finally shuts the door and looks over at us, he blushes bright red.
“Knock it off,” he says. I hold up my hands.
“You’re the one flaunting,” says Bailey. Her voice sounds a little thick. I have a feeling we won’t be in the kitchen much longer.
“Nothing in the fridge,” says Drew apologetically. “Take out?”
“Chinese,” I say.
“Pizza,” says Bailey at the same time. We look to Drew.
“Why do I always have to be the tie-breaker?” he says with mock exasperation. Bailey gives him the cute-puppy eyes. I cross my arms and do my best to look intimidating. Not an easy feat, sitting naked at a kitchen table.
Drew laughs.
For a few glittering hours, everything is perfect.
I creep out the next morning before they wake up, leaving a note by the coffee maker because Bailey won’t let me hear the end of it if I don’t at least say something. I plead work, which isn’t a lie. All that time off around Sizzle’s cooking competition took a chunk out of my numbers, which require steady content to maintain. I knew I was probably going to lose some traffic with the downtime, but I got so excited by the prospect of finally getting some professional recognition by a network that I let things slide.
Never again. I’m making up for lost time and then some.
“Hard at work today,” says Beck, coming out from behind the bar. Rusty’s doesn’t do much business mid-morning, especially considering the nasty weather today. Also, it’s before noon on a Monday, not exactly peak pub hours, though I expect their die-hard lunch crowd will be trickling in soon enough.
Beck’s been behind the bar more often than not when I’ve been down here these last few weeks. We’ve established a friendship of sorts, where we both pointedly ignore the fact that his bedroom is right above mine and the walls aren’t as thick as they should be.
