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The boat rocks us gently, and sleep is tempting, but I'm certain the crewmembers are waiting outside. When we disembark, they toss their cigarettes in the nearby ashtray and don't look at us when they get back on board.
I'm giddy, like I was when I was a teenager. I want to tell them about it. This strange urge to share with everyone is nearly overwhelming sometimes. I have to admit it's only slightly diminished by the fact that this actually is shared with everyone, in real life. Seems to be on every blog everywhere.
As we hike back up to the car, I slip my cell phone out of my pocket to take one last look at that picture. Her smile is utterly convincing. We do seem to have a kind of magnetism, as Kent said. I smile, just looking at it.
Chapter 36
Bella
In the morning, I wake up under a mountain of skin and muscle. At first it's alarming, but then I remember where I am, what we've been doing.
They sleep hard, like teenagers, their arms thrown up over their heads, totally secure in their nakedness. I didn't know the people acted like this. Positively immodest, walking around naked whenever they can, laughing and joking with each other. They seem completely at ease when they're together, when no one else is around. They show a sort of playful happiness that I don't see any other time.
But I've noticed we don't have a whole lot of very deep conversations. Maybe they just communicate without words. Sometimes I find them staring at each other, seeming to be talking, but not talking. They seem to understand each other in a way that makes me a little bit envious.
And they share, without jealousy. I would have thought that was just made up, just nonsense. When we're in public, sometimes I see jealousy flare up in Dillon when he feels left out. But when we're alone, and I can divide my attention between them, they're gracious to one another. More than once, Dillon has offered to let Emmet have me first, taste me first, enter me first. And vice versa.
It’s sweet. I mean, I know it's totally weird and perverted and insane. But it's also kinda sweet.
And they've made me feel things I've never felt before. I always knew I was missing something, but that was my choice. I did not want to be tangled up in the drama and disappointment a relationship always results in. But my body… our bodies, together. The sensations…
Oh my God.
I feel it building in me again, that warmth, that clanging pain in my belly like a rubber band snapping, but so good.
Before I know what I'm doing, my hands wander along the bedsheets, finding their bodies, brushing my palm against the light fur along their sculpted, thickly muscled abs. They look like gods, fallen down from Olympus.
Both of them are already half hard when I close my fingers around their velvety, veiny shafts. The cocks move heavily against my palms as I begin to stroke them, and they’re hard in seconds.
Emmet wakes first, rolling over and smiling. He kisses me sweetly and groans, grinding, already wanting me.
It feels like magic. Like power. I never really felt like I could handle one man, let alone two. But here I am, arousing them both with just the touch of my hand.
“I need you,” I whisper against Emmet’s cheek. “Make me come again.”
“Yes, Bella,” he answers, nudging me so I can turn onto my side. With his hand, he lines himself up with my entrance, then reaches around to circle my clit gently as he begins to thrust inside me. I shift both my hands to Dillon's cock and continue to stroke him as Emmet dives into me, filling me, swelling until I am almost bursting.
Dillon's lips find mine and he kisses me, completing a sort of circuit. I feel charged, bright with ribbons of electricity as all of me turns on all at once. In moments I'm coming and coming, drinking Emmet’s seed deep inside me, smearing Dillon’s seed into my skin.
We drift back to sleep for a little while, unworried, satisfied, complete.
“What do you want for breakfast?” Emmet sighs after a while, as we gradually slide back to waking. He stretches grandly, flexing those beautiful abdominal muscles.
“Well… actually do you think you could ask your driver to take me home?”
Dillon pushes himself up on one elbow, placing his hand in the middle of my chest and pinning me to the mattress playfully. I wriggle, pretending to struggle fruitlessly.
“What are you talking about? You're not leaving. I can make you come two, three more times before lunch.”
“Oh, I know you can!” I smile, briefly considering that thrilling offer. “But I have some work I need to get caught up on. I want to take a personal day.” I wriggle between them, sliding toward the end of the bed. When I look back over my shoulder, Emmet's feasting his eyes on my naked ass, but Dillon looks more concerned.
“What do you mean, a personal day? Are you serious?”
“Yeah, I'm serious,” I shrug, sliding on my skirt from the night before. I wonder what people in the lobby think of me, traipsing through there in the mornings, wearing the same clothes again. I'm sure I cannot be the only person in building who does that walk of shame, certainly.
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bsp; “You can work here,” Emmet suggests. “Naked, for instance.”
