Any other time, Mannix or Ares might ask how anyone could be better than perfect. Today, though, they just kept thrusting. Even, perfectly matched rhythm of strokes. Working my body while I licked, sucked and clenched my muscles, giving as much to them as they gave to me.
"Fucking good," Mannix whispered, right before he came. Slamming himself into me before his body stilled. The workroom echoed with grunts and groans of pleasure.
Ares came a few moments later, exploding his release into my mouth. His cum hitting the back of my throat.
I swallowed instinctively. Delicious.
Like they'd practiced it a dozen times before, Mannix walked on his knees, moving out of the way to let Ice take his place between my legs.
Without hesitation, he slid right inside me, his eyes half-closed enjoying my wet heat. Wetter still since it was full of Mannix's release.
"I might live down here," Ice said, his eyes half-closed.
"Don't you already?" Mannix asked him, an eyebrow raised.
Ice choked back a laugh between slow thrusts into my body. "Now Kennedy can live down here with me. We can do this all day and all night."
Kneeling beside Ice, Mannix slipped a hand between us. Circling my clit with his finger, pushing me back towards the edge.
"Come with me," Ice whispered. "I’m about to…"
I had no coherent words, only moans of pleasure as they pushed me on and on. Closer and closer until I spilled over the precipice and into the rolling waves of heat that rushed through me from my toes to the top of my head.
Higher still, when Ice came, crying out his own orgasm, heightening my pleasure, until nothing was left except bliss and exploding universes. Thousands and thousands of stars, like fireworks, until everything went black and I floated back down to Earth.
"Best Christmas ever," Ice said softly as he eased out of me.
"Definitely," I agreed. It wasn't even Christmas yet, but I was already having more fun than usual.
Except then I was remembering. Tonight was the Christmas party.
Reality was such a bummer sometimes. At least we had this to look forward to now. No doubt the guys would have this side of the room fully set up first thing in the morning for us to enjoy.
Ice was right, we'd probably all live down as much as possible. Lucky Tony. He got to hear all of it. Before he died.
Let that be a lesson to you not to mess with us.
TEN
KENNEDY
"The decorators did a beautiful job," Ice said, giving my hand a squeeze.
"Most of the credit goes to Chelsea and Lila," I admitted. After a moment, I added, "They kept telling the decorators they were doing it wrong."
Lila in particular. No one in Dusk Bay was going to argue with Lila Bell.
On the other side of the room, I heard her laugh. She was surrounded by her three boyfriends, Hunter, Parker, and Slade. They all seemed to be making sure she had everything she needed: food, drinks, dances.
So far, no one stabbed anyone else over the Christmas music. Yet.
On the other side of the room, Reuben Brantley stood with his girlfriend Mina and their other partners, Damon and Gianni. Reuben had a drink in his hand, but it didn't look like he'd taken more than a sip or two. Of course not, he wasn't going to let his guard down in a place like this.
Ironic, since this was his idea. His and Caleb’s. He'd probably skip out any minute now. Of course he would, and he wouldn't care that we were stuck waiting for the last of the guests to leave.
"You know what's weird?" Mannix said as he walked up to us, his eyes scanning the room.
"No one's dancing on the table yet?” Ice asked with a grin.
