He doesn’t have to tell me. Iknow.
It’d be embarrassing if I wasn’t so fucking turned on.
Vex slides his finger down to where Carter and I are joined, locating my bundle of nerves. One stroke brings me to the brink again.
It looks like Carter isn’t far away either. His blue eyes are focused on only one thing. Climax.
But it doesn’t seem to be his own.
“How would you like us, darling?” he grunts, breathless.
“Keep doing what you’re doing.”
There has to be a catch here. No human male can do what these three have done to me tonight.
Carter slams into me once more, and this time I lose it. The wave of pleasure is back, and this time it’s even greater than before. More of a tsunami, actually.
I let the screams erupt. The noises are probably even more indescribable than the ones I made on stage a hazy few hours ago.
But I don’t care. Carter has sent me higher than outer space, to a place where the concept of time and place ceases to exist.
I don’t want the pleasure to end, but I have enough life experience now to know that good things never last forever.
My soul and body return to planet earth hard, but it doesn’t hurt.
I’m still promised millions of dollars. With that kind of money, I could go to outer space again if I really wanted to.
My vision returns. When it does, I see the men redressing their bottom halves.
Karma is a bitch. I could run out of here and make a point of not saying goodbye.
But I need to get my money first.
“That was…”
“A one-time thing,” I say, finishing Carter’s sentence.
Even though I could quite happily repeat what we just did for the rest of my life.
6
VEX
Dawn filtersin through the curtains, waking me from sleep.
I sit up in bed with a semi. Clearly, my cock doesn’t want to forget about the events of last night.
It’s like I’m fourteen all over again, going to bed having wet dreams.
I knew Carter was going to be trouble the moment I met him at initiation. He was a socially accepted millionaire when he joined us, and we prefer to avoid that sort of demographic here at the club.
But he gave us his sob story and had money to hand over, so Grizzly gave him a chance to be a prospect.
A year later, here we are, minutes away from being in the shitter.
The bastard outbidded Conrad fucking O’Neill, and now I have a beautiful woman sleeping soundly in the bed next to me.
I force myself out of bed and throw on some clothes. It’s still early in the morning, so the main room is quiet. I bask in the peace and pour myself a cup of filtered coffee.
