“Never could,” she said softly.
Quinn was the first one to move. As he pulled out, Hunter pressed in a bit further, then they reversed their positions, and he didn’t come, he didn’t let himself, because it was sublime and even as his balls drew tight and begged to explode, he needed to keep feeling this.
Between them, Serena moaned. Her eyelids dropped shut and her lips parted, panting hard as they pushed her relentlessly toward orgasm number four.
Quinn was the first to groan that he was there, then Serena threw her arms back around Hunter’s neck, holding on tight as she arched into her release. Only then did he let himself get taken over the edge as her core clenched around him, as Quinn pulled out, giving Hunter that extra bit of room to bury himself deep inside her and explode.
The aftermath was quiet.
Quinn moved into the bathroom and cleaned up, then started filling the tub. He returned to the living room and Hunter and Serena hadn’t moved far. They watched as he righted his clothes, then Hunter held out his hand. When Quinn took it, Hunter pulled him in for a bro-hug, post-threesome style, and kissed the man on the cheek, because fuck. “That was awesome,” he rumbled.
Quinn winked. “Can I kiss the lady goodbye?”
“Definitely.”
Quinn brushed his lips against Serena’s. She cupped his cheek and whispered her thanks. He nodded and headed for the door.
“Quinn?” Serena called out, yawning.
“Yeah?”
“Breakfast buffet tomorrow?”
“Sure thing.” With a wave, he was gone.
Hunter carried Serena into the bathroom and together they sank into the oversized tub. He washed her hair, then she drifted to the other end and they slid their legs together, her feet rubbing against his belly, his tucked under her bottom.
“So that was okay?” She asked with another yawn.
He laughed. “Didn’t you hear me tell Quinn that was incredible?”
She gave him a lazy, satisfied smile. “It always is, isn’t it?”
“With you and me? Absolutely, beautiful.”
