"You mountain boys are something else." Trembling slightly as I coaxed blood back through the rest of my body, I picked up my wine glass and took a sip.
Blaise grinned. "We certainly are. Don't you forget it."
I snorted softly, my breath misting the opposite edge of the glass. "How could I forget that?"
"That?" Ryan scoffed. "That was just the start."
I turned to look over at him. "You seem very sure of that."
"He is, and so am I," Blaise said. "Unless you have somewhere better to be, we'd like it if you stuck around town for a while."
I was supposed to be on my honeymoon for the next two weeks. No one could say I had somewhere better to be.
"I might stay for a little while," I said carefully.
"Of course you will," Blaise said as if he had no doubt. "I have something in mind we can do tomorrow. Something you'll enjoy." He seemed very certain I'd go along with whatever he suggested. Maybe I would.
"I look forward to seeing what it is," I said sincerely. I could think of a few things, but I didn't think he was talking about his cock. At least, not just that.
What was I getting myself into? I didn't know, but I might as well enjoy the ride.
"You want to dance?" Ryan held out his hand.
A handful of others had stood and moved over to the dance floor in front of Morgan.
"I'd like that." I quickly did the front of my jeans back up, took his hand and let him lead me through the tables.
Morgan watched us step out in front of him and smiled knowingly. Had he seen what we'd done in the dark corner? I got the impression he knew exactly what happened. Or maybe he saw it on my face.
Either way, I smiled back and let Ryan pull me into his arms, his body firm against mine.
"I bet this is more fun than some stuffy old wedding reception," he said, his breath brushing over my earlobe.
"No doubt," I agreed. With everyone dressed up to the nines and dancing to a string quartet my mother insisted on? This was a hundred times better.
Dancing in a small pub to the sound of Morgan's voice and expert guitar playing. Surrounded by people here to have a good time. No one present for the sole purpose of being seen, or to make some business deal with Kevin or my father. I wanted to roll my eyes at myself for putting up with all of that for so long.
In that world, I was nothing more than a commodity. Here, I was a girl having a good time.
The good time got even better when Blaise stepped up behind me, pressing me between him and Ryan. I'd never been a more than one orgasm kind of woman, but these men might just change my mind on that. If they kept touching me like they were, I'd be ready to go again in a heartbeat.
9
MORGAN
Morgan
With a trayof coffees in one hand, a paper bag in the other, I knocked on the door with my elbow.
The chain rattled before the door opened and Paisley peeked out.
"Hey," she said in that sultry voice of hers. She could have been a singer, or a phone sex worker. She'd make a fortune on OnlyFans.
"Hey, I brought you breakfast." I waited for her to open the door wider and stepped inside. "Did you sleep okay?"
"Better than I thought I would." She closed the door behind me and leaned her back against it. "Once I turned off the sound on my phone so I couldn't hear the texts or calls." She grimaced.
"Relentless?" I guessed.
