“Holy shit,” Jesse said hoarsely and, with a hand on the back of her neck, dragged her off Knox’s still pulsing dick and swooped in to take her mouth.His tongue swept deep, once, twice, then he pulled back to swipe his tongue over her chin, and she dimly realized he was licking the spilled come off her face.
“You can just hand me the towel,” she told him when he swiped his tongue down her neck.
“Uh-huh.Jesus, Knox, you came buckets.”
“Glargh,” Knox said.
Chloe opened her eyes—when had she closed those?—to look at him.He was flat on the sofa—the pillows had, at some point, wound up on the floor—and his eyes were closed.He might have looked half dead if not for the smile on his face.
“I changed my mind,” Jesse announced, sucking come off Chloe’s fingers one by one.“Thatwas the hottest blow job ever.”
Knox opened his eyes, the misty hazel steeped in satisfaction.“Oh,” he said sincerely, “yeah.”
He sat up, lifted her face, and kissed her.
And she wondered how it was, with Jesse between them enthusiastically lapping at puddles and Knox’s sweats around his thighs and the front of her borrowed shirt soaked with spit, that this was the most romantic moment of her life.
Chapter Fourteen
She woke the next morning alone.
She had a vague recollection of Jesse kissing her goodbye in the early morning dark, and Knox doing the same, but apparently she’d had no trouble falling back asleep in the big bed without them.
With the winter sunlight streaming through the skylights, she rolled over and stretched.The bed was enormously comfortable, much more so than hers, and though she’d wondered if she’d have trouble sleeping with two other people in the bed, that hadn’t been the case.She’d also worried she’d get too warm, tucked between those two big bodies all night, but they kept the bedroom cool, and she hadn’t been uncomfortable at all.
She wondered idly what time it was, then decided it didn’t matter.It was her day off, and she could stay in bed as long as she liked.And if she stayed there long enough, maybe one or both of the owners of said bed would come back and join her.
She smiled at the beam that ran down the center of the ceiling.Yesterday had been sofun—not just the sex, although on the fun scale, that certainly rated high—but the rest of it was, too.Eating dinner in bed and laughing over Jesse’s ridiculous movie choices.The Vampire Happeninghad ended sometime during the blow job, so Jesse had suggestedBarbarellaas their next watch.Only Knox’s threat to withhold sex for a month had convinced him to change it, grudgingly, toDeath at a Funeral.
She’d fallen asleep before Peter Dinklage made his blackmail request, waking when Jesse carried her into the bathroom upstairs.She’d kept her eyes open long enough to pee and brush her teeth, then they’d tucked her in, Jesse climbing into bed on one side and Knox on the other, before drifting off again.
And now she was faced with a dilemma—take advantage of the big, gorgeous bed and her day off to go back to sleep, or get up to pee and find something to eat.
Going back to sleep was appealing, but her bladder knew she was awake now and wouldn’t stop nagging her.So with a sigh, she tossed aside the covers and circled the wall behind the bed to the bathroom.
She’d used the bathroom yesterday, both after the initial bout of sex and to prepare for bed.But it was no less amazing looking in the light of day.
The bath was only separated from the bedroom by that wall at the head of the bed, leaving it open at both sides.On one side was a small alcove that held the toilet, on the other the biggest shower Chloe had ever seen.A long counter with double sinks ran the length of that room dividing wall, above it mirrored to the ceiling.The shower was tiled in a soft spring green all the way to the ceiling, and that same tile extended along the wall behind the toilet.A window, either original or made to look so, was nestled in the wall between toilet and shower, the pretty stained glass affording privacy and light.
“This place just gets cooler and cooler,” she decided and went to heed nature’s call.
Her bladder no longer nagging, she washed her hands and thought about going back to bed.But the shower was right there, and though she’d tidied up after both bouts of sex yesterday, she hadn’t bathed.And she really wanted to.
She was staring at the shower, weighing more sleep against feeling clean, when Knox poked his head around the wall and said, “Good morning, sleepy head.”
“Jesus, Knox!”She jumped, one hand pressed to her chest.Her naked chest, because she hadn’t bothered to put any clothes on for her trip to the bathroom.“Don’tdothat!”
“Sorry.”He stepped into the bathroom, a small smile on his lips.He wore a pair of worn jeans and a simple gray sweatshirt with the sleeves pushed to the elbows, his feet bare and his hair tied back.“I thought you’d hear me.”
“I didn’t.”Very aware that she was naked and he was not, she ignored the urge to cross her arms over her breasts.“What are you doing here?”
Amusement lit his misty eyes.“I live here.”
“No, I know that.”Heat climbing her neck, she cleared her throat.“I mean, Jesse told me you had meetings this morning.”
“I did, over Zoom.”He leaned against the wall.“They’re done now.”
She didn’t know what to say, so she went with, “Oh.”
