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I love peeling this man apart. Discovering the hidden parts of him. And he’s unraveling now, under my hand and Jason’s thrusts. Donovan braces himself, one hand on Jason’s chest, the other on my arm. His grip tightens and he pivots against us, conducting the pace and rhythm of his own pleasure.
“Fuck, don’t stop,” Donovan hisses between his teeth, eyes closed tightly.
“I won’t,” Jason says—that same, breathless promise he gave me. Jason’s body is a powerful, sculpted tool, and he wields it to pleasure Donovan and me first before hunting for his own release.
I feel Donovan twitch in my hand, and he snarls through a curse as he explodes.
It looks like pearls strung across his sculpted abdomen, and I find myself drawn to it. I bend down and trace my tongue along his taut skin, licking up the sticky mess he left. His muscles twitch and vibrate as I slide my tongue over him, making sure to clear every drop.
But I’m not satisfied. I want more, so I take him in my mouth. Donovan curses, and his hips buck once with surprise. I suck on him, savoring every ridge and vein. He’s so sensitive that I don’t have to wait long before I get what I want; he’s like salt water in my mouth, and I swallow him, all of him.
Even a woman as greedy as me has to stop eventually. I remove him from my mouth with a pop and settle down beside him.
“Fuck,” Jason says as he settles onto the opposite side of Donovan. Then he repeats, “Fuck. Am I imagining things, or are the three of us really good at that?”
“You’re not imagining it,” Donovan confirms.
“Insanely good,” I agree.
“What happened to the fireworks?” Jason asks.
“What fireworks?” Donovan counters, and the three of us laugh.
I’m not conscious of falling asleep. But I open my eyes, and suddenly, it’s dawn.
Through the wide window, I can see tendrils of neon pink and orange stretching across the sky.
It’s a new year, and already things are looking up.
The three of us are naked, tangled up in bed. Donovan is tucked in the middle, and the whale plushy has somehow made it into Jason’s arms.
They’re both deep asleep, but I’m suddenly wired.
Our clothes are scattered across the whole room. I don’t bother trying to scavenger hunt for my dress, but I do slip on a pair of panties and Jason’s jacket. It swallows me, practically dress-size on me anyway.
I climb the steps and quietly open the hatch so I can slip out. The view from the top is magnificent in the morning. I can see the horizon now. As the sun comes up, it illuminates the water, sparkling across the light swells. It’s cold up here, bitterly cold, but I don’t want to look away, so I linger.
“Mind if I join you?”
I glance over my shoulder. Donovan peeks out from the hatch, his leather jacket over his bare shoulders, pants pulled back around his hips.
I scoot. “I could use the body heat.”
He sits down on the floor beside me. He opens up his jacket, and I crawl up against him. For a minute, it’s just me, Donovan, and the sunrise.
“I know you wanted to keep things platonic,” I tell him. “I’m sorry if tonight complicated things.”
Donovan shrugs. “We could never be just friends.”
I don’t know if the we he’s referring to is Donovan and me, or Donovan and Jason. I don’t ask for clarity.
I feel his dark eyes on me. “How do you feel?”
What a loaded question. On one hand—relief. My chest is a cracked eggshell, yolk spilling out bright and yellow. I feel right here.
On the other hand—the secret I’m keeping from Jason feels like a bag of stones tied to my ankles and tossed into the deepest part of the ocean.
“It’s complicated,” I answer.
