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“Oh, fuck,” I gasp, closing my eyes, giving myself over to the euphoric rush that always proceeds release. Soren lets out one long roar before sighing, but I can barely hear that over the rush of blood in my ears. She's coming, milking me, and I fill the condom before pulling out with a groan of sheer relief. Oh my God. What a fucking rush.
What a confusing fucking rush. I don't know if Soren has ever done anything like that before. He's European, and sometimes they’re little more relaxed about these things than us prudish Americans. None of it seems to have affected him beyond his dazed smile as he wipes cum from Harlow's chin.
Then she collapses on her side, her body heaving as she struggles to catch her breath. A wave of tenderness washes over me. This woman is special, no doubt about that. I already can't wait for us to do this again if she’s up for it. I could get used to it.
“Are you alright?” Soren sits next to her, stroking her hair, and I stretch out behind her to place gentle kisses against her shoulder, her neck. Slowly, she calms down, until finally she sighs deeply and goes limp.
“I'm pretty sure you killed me,” she mumbles, making us both laugh. I can relate.
“But what a way to go, right?” I ask with a chuckle.
There's never a discussion of what to do next. Whether we should go, whether she wants us here. None of us ever asks the question, instead moving silently to pull back the blankets. Without a word she crawls beneath them, positioning herself in the center of the bed and curling up on her side. Soren and I exchange a look before finally, he shrugs.Might as well.
Yes, this feels as right as anything else tonight, the three of us sleeping here together. I slide in behind her, spooning her smaller body against mine, while he faces her from the other side. She buries her face in his neck while snuggling close to me.
It’s good. Very good. So good, in fact, that I fall asleep with a smile on my face.
10
HARLOW
I'm in bed with two men. Two men I've had sex with. Two men who made me feel worshiped and wanted. Two men who have left me feeling sore and tired but in the best way possible.
Two men I sort of hope I never see again. Not that they aren't great, but last night was a one-time thing. This isn't me. This isn't my life, my lifestyle. It will make a great story to tell Ruby, but that's as far as it can go.
“Good morning.” Soren's hair is tousled, and the sleepy smile he gives me as he lifts his head from the pillow makes me yearn for him again. How is it possible for anyone to be so damn sexy?
One-time thing. Last night. It ends there. Right. I can't go back on what I've told myself. No matter how clear the memories are. No matter how much I would like to relive every steamy second.
“Good morning.” I offer him a smile, then turn to find Ash now rousing from sleep. There's not so much as a stitch of clothing among the three of us, and the sensation of bare skin touching bare skin is nice. The burning desire that immediately leapt to life in me last night isn't here now, but that's alright. The sure, easy warmth of our shared intimacy is somehow even better.
“I'm sorry if I kicked either of you,” I whisper. “I'm not used to having someone on either side of me.”
“I didn’t feel a thing, but then I don't think I would have heard a murder taking place outside the window—somebody wore me out last night.” Soren grins, brushing his lips against my cheek. “Thank you. That was a lot of fun.”
“That's an understatement,” Ash agrees.
There's a silent question running through my head on a loop. What now? I'm not even the one-night stand type of girl, so having two men hanging around is twice the confusion. What am I supposed to say? Don't let the door hit you on the way out? Here's a few bucks for an Uber?
Thankfully, they both roll out of bed without being asked to, then take turns getting dressed and using the bathroom while I grab my robe. Just last night, I stared at myself in the mirror on the back of the bedroom door and wondered if I should even go out. I might as well be on a different planet from that girl. It's amazing how suddenly everything can change.
Last night, they taught menotto settle for just anyone. That I’m worth so much more than what I forced myself to put up with. Someone might think that they had used me, but instead it feels a little bit like I was the one who used them.
I'm about to ask if either of them wants some coffee for lack of anything better to say when Ash clears his throat in the middle of buttoning his shirt. “We need to get going. We were hoping to get a little surfing in today.”
“Oh, that sounds fun.” Really, I'm practically trembling with relief. I doubt he understands the favor he just did me.
Soren emerges from the bathroom, tucking his shirt into his pants while wearing a sheepish grin. “Sorry to fuck and run.”
“It’s okay,” I assure him. “And it’s not like that, really, You spent the night.”
“You know...” They exchange a quick look that makes my pulse pick up speed. “It would be great if we could get together again sometime.”
“Oh. Um, I'm not sure when I'll be free,” I say. I don't know why, but everything in me rears up in refusal at the idea of continuing this. A single night was fun—more than fun, it was amazing. But I can't imagine making a habit of this.
“That's okay.” Soren pulls a cell from his pocket, and Ash soon follows suit. Shit. I guess this is happening.
I reluctantly program their numbers into my contacts one at a time, then look up from my phone to find them watching me expectantly. What should I do? The only thing that comes to mind; I give them a fake number, reversing the last two digits before gasping in fake dismay. “I was supposed to meet a friend for brunch in less than half an hour. I need to get moving.”
