AllFreeNovel
Share Us
He groaned with the force of his strokes as he bottomed out inside of me. I could feel his cock pushing the other two loads out of me. I swear I heard it dripping on the concrete at my feet. He fucked me mercilessly, pounding into me, ramming me again and again into the wall. I couldn’t get enough.
No amount of Jamie would ever be enough. I needed him, his love, his unconditional acceptance. He made everything else possible. He was my safe space, my rock, and I knew that he would always support me. I was sure that we had been made for each other, pushed together by circumstances and the universe. It was the best thing Reid ever did for me, introducing me to Jamie. For a little while, he was just my brother’s best friend. But then, that night when he and Reid came over for a surprise dinner and airing of dirty laundry with me and Lola, it was like my eyes focused on him and I realized exactly what was standing in front of me.
“I love you, Hope,” he said now, his voice husky. He buried himself to the hilt and held steady there as I thrashed against him, clenching around his shaft, rippling with primal, feral need. His hand slid around in front of me and his fingertips found my clit. That was when I really started to lose it, throwing myself back onto his cock and begging for release. “You gonna come for me, baby?” he asked. I was opening my mouth to screamYes!, when the tidal wave crashed down on top of my head.
The orgasm he gave me then was everything, the cosmos, all the stars, every molecule in my body expanding into infinity, floating and spiraling outward, beyond, in a vast moment I was sure would never end. And then, I snapped back into myself, and a sensation of pure joy flooded through me. I felt it in my skin, my split ends, the tips of my fingers and toes. I was shaking, laughing, weak-kneed with only Jamie’s arms and body holding me upright as he coaxed me through the drawn-out end of my climax. I was floating back to reality when his hands flew to my hips and jerked me back against him. He let out a triumphant shout. I could feel the vibrations coursing through his body, the shockwaves, though we were both frozen in time and space, locked together in a delicious eternity. I never wanted this moment to end.
But eventually, it did. As we straightened our clothes, we grinned at each other like naughty kids caught misbehaving.
“We better hurry back inside,” Rowan laughed. “With the racket you guys were making, somebody’s probably already called the cops to report us for lewd conduct.”
I walked back into Copper’s with my lipstick smeared, my hair mussed, and come from three different men leaking down my leg. My best friend in the world did a double-take when she saw me, and then her face split in a devilish grin.
Lola looked like a proud mother as I crossed the pool hall to her, flanked by Thacker, Rowan, and Jamie. When I reached the table, I sagged against her and she smoothed her hands over my hair.
“Who is this gorgeous slut?” she teased under her breath. I pushed her arm playfully but she didn’t budge, and neither did her smile. “And where has she been all my life? Grandmother Hope is officially a thing of the past. In fact, if I do say so myself, I think the student has officially surpassed the master.” I picked up her beer and took a swig.
“Are you saying I’ve officially out-slutted you, Lols?” I asked with a straight face. She snorted, snatching her beer back. “Because that’s a pretty bold claim from the girl with eight boyfriends.” She took a slug from the bottle and then leveled me with a stare.
“Okay, maybe we’re equally slutty,” she said, and I laughed out loud.
“Luckily there’s no slut championship,” I said. Her eyes danced.
“We should start one! You’d totally win.” I cut my eyes at her and then we fell against each other in a fit of giggles.
Epilogue.
Hope
The volleyball landed in the sand in front of me, sending a gritty spray splashing over my beach chair.
“Sorry, Hope!” Dallas called as he jogged over to retrieve it. I laughed and nudged it in his direction with my toe. He flashed me an apologetic smile and then shoved a hand through his long, dark hair as his eyes jumped from me to Lola. He stood there smoldering for a few seconds, just drinking her in. When she blew him a kiss, his face split into a crooked grin and he jogged back to the net with his shoulders high and square.
Lola sank back into her chair.
“He’s so dreamy,” she sighed.
“Hey,” Will sniffed from the chair on her other side. She laughed and rolled from her chair to his, climbing into his lap and peppering him with kisses.
“But no one is as dreamy as you, Wild Bill,” she purred.
“What about my brother?” I demanded with mock offense. She sat up and looked around with comically shifty eyes.
“What about me?” Reid asked as he and Jamie came strolling up. From the looks of it, they had abandoned the volleyball game. There was only a ragtag crew of die-hards left playing: Huck Hart, Nate O’Ryan, Dallas Cash, Xander Bardi, Eric “Moose” Bouchard, and my very own Rowan Wilder. I gazed at him for a long beat, admiring his perfect physique, his muscles rippling underneath his tanned skin.
“I was just talking about how hot you are,” Lola said, bringing my attention back to her and her gaggle of doting domestic partners. I snorted but kept my mouth shut. She was tap-dancing hard enough already without me adding to the fray. I blocked my eyes with my hand and tipped my head back to smile up at Jamie.
“Scoot forward,” he said. When I did, he swung his leg over my beach chair and then dropped down behind me, pulling me backward into his lap. I instantly relaxed against his burly chest.
“You got tired of volleyball?” I asked.
“No,” he said, pressing a kiss to my temple. “I just needed to be near you.” I let my eyes drift closed as he held me. Lola’s guys were teasing her now, each one pretending to have hurt feelings to steal her attention back from the others. She seemed to be having fun with the game, but I’d never been more content with my decision to stop at three boyfriends. Rowan and Thacker had come to me naturally, against all odds. None of us expected to end up here. But now that we found ourselves here, everything just fit. Like it was meant to be.
As I nestled into Jamie’s lap, came walking up holding a tray loaded with frozen drinks, flanked by my parents.
“Drinks with blue umbrellas are non-alcoholic. The ones with red umbrellas have a borderline unsafe amount of rum in them.”
“Mm,” Lola said, reaching right for the red umbrella. I chose blue, and a look passed between Thacker and me. I didn’t consider myself an alcoholic, but I’d definitely been numbing myself with wine and whiskey sours when I didn’t want to deal. Thacker’s sobriety was as rock solid as ever, and he’d inspired me to cut alcohol out for a while, too. There was now a big empty spot in my fridge where the box of rosé used to live, and I had more energy for regular jogs with Rowan. Back home we were settling into something approaching normalcy, against all odds.
