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Phillip pressed his cock to my lips as much as he slipped away, as he pumped himself.
Dustin’s fingers dug into me, and his grunts grew stuttered and uneven. His movement was frantic, jarring me. Every bit of it was delicious. He paused then shuddered with several more thrusts.
The noises Phillip made were just as incredible. He slipped in and out of my mouth again, grunting as white, sticky fluid struck my face.
As both of them slowed to a stop, so did my world. The sounds of us panting overlapped, drawing me back to a pleasant reality.
“Holy wow.” I couldn’t manage to say anything else.
Dustin’s soft smile and Phillip’s dry laugh were the perfect response.
The way they pulled off the rest of my clothes and cleaned me up was as tender as the sex had been intense, and it was easy to let them settle in on either side of me. Had I ever been this content? Certainly not after sex, but at all? I didn’t know.
I didn’t realize I’d dozed off, safe and comfy and content between Dustin and Phillip, until the bed shifted and nudged me away. I watched the shadows lit by outside light as Phillip pulled on his boxers and left the room.
Sleep beckoned, but curiosity was louder. I was experienced at leaving a bed silently, and I climbed out without disturbing Dustin. My panties and T-shirt were on the floor nearby, a discarded reminder of how amazing the night was. I tugged both on. My jeans were in the living room, but both men had seen me completely naked now, and there was no one else in the house. I could walk around without.
As I left the room, I heard the soft swish of a sliding door, and followed the sound. I crept out onto the back deck, where Phillip sat at the edge of a pool, his feet dangling over the edge and silently kicking back and forth in the water.
I sat next to him. “You’ll get cold.” My voice was too loud in the still, even at low volume.
“I keep the water heated. You should be sleeping.”
Why did I follow him? I wasn’t sure, but I wanted to stay. There was a sadness around him that I wanted to chase away. “I’ve been an insomniac most of my life.” I tentatively immersed my feet to the ankles, relaxing at the warmth that wrapped around me. “It got worse after I was married.” I didn’t mean to bring up Sean, and I certainly didn’t want to talk about him. About the mistakes I’d made with him.
“You deserved better,” Phillip said.
“How do you know that?” There were days I wasn’t certain—I’d married the guy. I’d stayed with him. I brought it on myself.
“Because most people deserve better, and you’re better than most people.”
“I could be a really good actress.”
He shook his head. “You’re way too honest for that. And Cole is a better judge of character than that.”
Interesting observation. I didn’t want to talk about my mistakes. “So what’s your flaw.” I probably could’ve phrased that better.
“I’m sure I’ve got several.”
“Our age and single. The world says that means there’s something wrong with us. I’m a divorcée. Dustin’s a party boy--”
“Don’t let Dustin hear you call him that.” His voice from behind startled me, but the third-person reference to himself made me smile. He sat on my other side, arm and leg pressed to mine.
I was really liking this whole Adrienne Sandwich concept. “Reese called you that, and since the conversation is about stereotypes…”
“I’m a widower. That’s my flaw.” Phillip’s reply was quiet, but bitterness lay underneath.
“Oh.” I didn’t know what I expected, but that wasn’t it. “I’m sorry.”
He shrugged. “It happened more than a decade ago. Party boy over there is still going.”
I wanted to ask for more information, but his tone held a distinct edge of let’s not talk about this. I leaned into Dustin. “How did you get a reputation like that? I’m not judging. You rescued me from that asshole this morning who I stayed married to far longer than I should’ve, and you didn’t throw shade. I am curious, though.”
“Part of my job at Rinslet was Vendor Liaison. I like to have a good time when I go out, I’m happy to drink with everyone, and like we said the other night, a lot of people in this industry aren’t bar people.”
“In other words, people are jealous Dustin is good in social situations,” Phillip said.
And now Dustin’s laugh was off as well. I was just jabbing all sorts of nerves tonight. “Well, I don’t think you’re a party boy, and I like you just fine.”
