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He gives me a wicked grin. “Say it louder so they can hear.”
That makes me laugh as he rocks into me. Sweat covers our bodies as we chase our own releases. Reaching between us, Oliver strums my clit.
“I’m so close. God, why does this feel so good?”
“You’re giving me an ego boost.” He tilts his head. “Ah, fuck.”
He comes, filling me. I’m right behind him. When he pulls out, all I can do I lie there, totally, and completely satisfied.
Someone, I’m not sure who, moves to the bathroom and comes back with a wet washcloth to clean between my legs. I’m feeling so good that I don’t even feel embarrassed. No, I lie there replaying everything that just happened. Holy shit. I just had sex with three men, and it might be the best thing that’s ever happened to me in my life.
Atticus kisses me. “Glad to hear that, angel. And the night is just getting started.”
Oh shit. Did I say that last part out loud? I snuggle into the pillow. I’m not even mad about it.
I murmur, “Sleep first. Then we can do all the fucking.”
Their chuckles fill the air as I drift off to sleep.
11
Goldie
The next morning, I wake up feeling like a new woman. And extremely sore between my legs. Maybe having sex with three men my first time wasn’t the smartest idea, but, damn, was it worth it. I lost count after the third round.
Atticus stretches out next to me.
“Morning.”
I smile shyly. “Morning.”
“How do you feel?”
“I’m a bit sore.”
“I figured you might be. Want to take a shower? The warm water will help.”
“Will you be in there with me?”
“I was thinking about it. Is that a problem?”
I grin. “Kind of. If you’re in there, I’m going to want to do more than just bathe, and that will defeat the purpose.”
He laughs. “True. Okay, you shower first, and I’ll take one after you. Deal?”
“Deal.”
I crawl from the bed, feeling more alive than I have in a long time. When I glance over my shoulder, Atticus is watching me with a smile on his face. I shower, letting the warm water run over me. He was right—this helps a lot. But my mind goes to our task this morning. What if Woodcutter doesn’t want to help us? What if he shoots again? My shoulder aches even thinking about it.
By the time I get out of the shower, I’m a nervous mess. This is a bad idea. I should stay at home and let the guys take care of this. I dress in jeans and a t-shirt and make my way back to Atticus. He stands, not caring that he’s gloriously nude. My core clenches at the sight, but I need to focus.
“Maybe I should stay here while the three of you talk to Woodcutter.”
His dark eyebrow lifts. “Oh?”
“I mean, he shot me once. What is he going to do when he sees me again? Especially after we tell him we need the same necklace I was trying to steal.”
“Ah. That makes a bit more sense. Well, for one thing, you won’t be breaking into his house this time. You’ll walk through the front door with us.”
