Page 44 of The Triple Play

“Wow.”

I don’t know why, but that makes me start giggling. And soon, I’m uncontrollably laughing, tears streaming down my face as the guys look at me with amused concern.

“Not sure if I should be offended that sex with me is so funny,” Denver cracks as I finally get control of myself.

“No, no, no, it’s not…you were…that was…” I start laughing again and shake my head. Clearing my throat, I try again. “That was amazing. Unbelievably amazing. I’m not sure why I started laughing, to be honest. Maybe shock? Disbelief?”

Griffin lets out a low chuckle of his own. “I get it. You feel so much, all at once, it’s gotta come out somehow.”

I nod, turning to look at him. “Yeah.”

His expression is soft as he strokes a piece of hair off my sweaty forehead. “Yeah,” he echoes.

On the other side of me, Denver heaves a loud sigh. “It’s kind of a good thing we’re stuck here till tomorrow. I’m not sure I could walk ten feet, much less all the way to the truck. I’m exhausted.”

“What happened to being strong enough to carry me down the mountain?” I ask with a teasing lilt to my voice.

Griffin barks out his laughter as Denver moves with surprising swiftness for someone so tired, rolling me over and on top of him, where his fingers find my sides and he tickles me relentlessly.

“There’s strong enough for boring shit like walking, and strong enough for fun shit like fucking you again and again until you can’t see straight. Which one would you prefer, Pixie girl?”

“Option two, please.”

19

GRIFF

Consciousness comes to me slowly. Like a fog, gradually clearing from all of my senses. The first thing I notice is the warmth of a body pressed against mine. The second thing is the smell of green apples, faint but there, accompanied by the tickling sensation of hair under my nose.

The third thing I notice is how dangerously close I am to falling off this bed. I lift my head and find not only Foxxy curled up behind Olivia, his face tucked in close to her neck, but also Trip nestled into the curve of his legs.

A double bed is absolutely not big enough for three grown adults and a pit bull.

But everyone aside from me, canine and human, are breathing the slow, deep breaths of sleep. I don’t want to wake them up, even if I am balancing precariously on the edge of the mattress.

I move carefully, slowly shifting Olivia’s arm off my chest, and slide off the bed. Quickly tucking the blanket over her, I pause and watch to see if she wakes. She doesn’t, but Trip does lift his head with a snuffle when I grab my pants off the floor and pad softly over to the stairs.

I raise my fingers to my lips to shush him, then shake my head. He’s a dog, what am I doing signalling to him like that?

But to my surprise, it sort of works. He lays his head back down with a doggy sigh.

It’s freezing cold in the cabin, the wood stove being the furthest thing on our minds last night.

Last night…

If I hadn’t woken up with her naked body in my arms, I might have convinced myself it wasn’t real. That I didn’t have sex with Olivia while Denver watched. That she didn’t suck my cock while he ate her pussy.

Shit.

I pull on my pants, then scrub my hand over my face, the bristle of hair across my jaw scratching my palm. My mind is racing in a dozen different directions. As incredible as last night was, and sexy, and better than any fantasy with Olivia I could have ever imagined, it also brings up a hell of a lot of questions.

Can I say what those questions are? Not exactly, but I know they’re there. Hovering on the outskirts of my brain.

Well, there is one that stands out, loud and clear.

Where do we go from here?

That’s not a question to which I’m going to find an answer any time soon.