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“Why?” Aaron asked. “We’re all in a relationship.”
“They’re not going to crown a throuple, or I guess now it would be quadrouple. Quadruple? With an O?” Oliver paused and scratched his chin. “Spelling to be determined.”
“I don’t want the money if it means I have to give this up,” Diego stated.
“Same,” Oliver agreed.
Aaron pressed a kiss to my cheek. “I’m in. Fuck the money.”
I felt their collective gazes on me as I thought about the repercussions. I wanted the money for the business. The income would pad our overhead and give us breathing room, perhaps allowing us to expand in new ways. Like hiring a social media team, so I didn’t have to do it all. It would give me time to actually have a proper relationship instead of fitting one in around my schedule.
Esmeralda’s face swam in my mind with an imaginary scowl. She would kick my ass if I did anything other than follow my heart, and right now, my heart was leading me in three directions. But that didn’t mean it would splinter. Maybe it would unite us and be everything I hadn’t known I’d needed.
“I can’t say I don’t want the money because I do, but I won’t sacrifice the possibility of us for it. Fuck the money.”
Three simultaneous exhales filled my ears, and Diego got up from his armchair and sat on my free side. He draped an arm over my shoulders.
“Thank God,” he said, pulling me closer and pressing a kiss to the top of my head and filling my nose with his minty scent.
Oliver’s grin stretched across his face, and he propped an ankle on his opposite knee as he sat back. “We’re going to need a bigger bed.”
CHAPTERTWENTY-FOUR
Aaron
I respectedthe hell out of those two. Anyone paying attention could see how much they cared for Sophie, and I was glad they finally figured out their shit. Or at least, I hoped they had.
The rest of our housemates were downstairs playing Monopoly, but with Sophie’s initial reaction to the storm and darkness, I wanted to give her a place to freak out if necessary away from all the eyes. Oliver and Diego talked with the others for a moment as I gripped her hand and we slipped out of the room. They followed shortly after, saying there weren’t enough game pieces for all of us to play, anyway. But instead of heading to the bathroom with us, they veered off for the bedroom.
Sophie and I were getting ready for bed by candlelight and making flirty eyes at each other through the mirror. I hadn’t stopped thinking aboutthatnight under the swaying palm trees.
Her below me, bringing herself to ecstasy and dragging me along for the ride. Her fingers strummed her clit like some kind of sexual guitar, playing a tune only she could hear. Those beautiful eyes, wide open and staring at me as her lush lips parted and her breaths came fast and shallow.
I shifted my stance, and my hardening cock brushed against the countertop. The unforgiving edge brought me back to the present when a bit of pain mixed with the pleasure my dick demanded.Not now, dude.
I could tell my dick to stand down as often as I liked. Didn’t mean the fucker would listen.
Sophie’s eyes lowered, following my movement in the mirror, and she smirked like she’d figured out what was happening. She smoothed some oil-serum-type thing onto her face while I watched, and bent to wash the remnants off her hands. Her top dipped low and gave me a peek at her cleavage. She pressed her arms inward, squeezing her tempting globes together and making me wonder what it would be like to put my dick between them. I wanted to get lost in there. Go spelunking and never come up for air.
She stood again, drying her hands with a little towel and patting the excess off her face. Her assessing hazel eyes surveyed me over the edge of the fabric as she dried her face. She chuckled and winked at me. I was still standing there with my toothbrush hanging out of my mouth as I envisioned all the dirty, dirty things I wanted to do with my Sophie girl.
“You’ve got a little something just there,” she teased, reaching out with the towel and swiping up the toothpaste from my chin. No shame.
“What can I say? You’re a vision.” I shrugged and finished up as she headed toward the wardrobe for pajamas.
I followed her in, stripped, and threw my used clothes into the laundry bag in my designated closet. I was nearly all out of fresh boxer briefs, and with the storm, who knew when the laundry would get done? Going for something a little different, I hoped it would bring a smile to my girl’s face.
“What are those?” Sophie choked out. She smothered a laugh with her hand and looked me up and down with wide eyes.
“What? These are my underwear,” I said solemnly.
“And you wear sparkly thongs often?”
I looked down at the hot pink glittery material and kept my face serious. “Is there a problem?”
Sophie looked up, studying my face and quickly schooling her features when she took in the frown I was sporting. “Um, no?”
She was fighting to suppress a grin, clearing her throat and putting her hands on her hips, looking more like a CEO in a boardroom than a woman dressed in a short white teddy with a low neckline and crisscrossed laces up the back. Yeah, I peeked while she was changing. Who wouldn’t?
