“We’re so weird,” she says, but then stops laughing as Emmett buries himself in her ass. “Ohgod.Just like that.”
“Suck me again,” I press my cock against her lips. “Take us all, Georgie. It’s so sexy when you do that.”
She looks into my eyes while she takes me all the way. I growl as the pressure builds in my abdomen. I can’t hold back anymore and come hard, spurting hot liquid down the back of her throat.
And she takes it like the good girl she is.
I pull out from her mouth, watching her swallow. She’s sandwiched between the guys, screaming with pleasure now that her mouth isn’t full. I stay at her side, stroking her hair, unable to stop touching her even for a second.
“Look at you,” I murmur, kissing her temple. “You’re just so sweet, baby girl. So fucking sweet.”
She turns her face to me, eyes wild and heavy with lust. “It feels so good.”
“I know, baby. I know it does.” I brush her hair off her face, and then run my thumb over her lips. She sucks my thumb into her mouth, as her whole body tenses and she explodes with a second orgasm.
Her legs start to tremble, and Miles lets out a low, long groan, filling her pussy with his release. Emmett bucks his hips wildly, and then comes a second time, his hands gripping her waist.
The four of us stay frozen for a few moments, sweat cooling on our skin, the sheets a mess beneath us. Emmett slowly then pulls out and wipes his brow with his forearm.
“Holyfuck,I swear this is the best sex I’ve ever had.” He lets out a laugh.
I plop down beside Georgia’s head, pushing some hair out of her eyes. Emmett takes the foot of the bed.
I close my eyes then, overwhelmed not by the sex but by the way it feels to belong to someone so completely.
I always thought it would be terrifying but, instead, it feels fucking freeing.
I don’t know how long I’ve been asleep. The world outside the porthole is blindingly bright, but inside my cabin, it’s all blue and silver and exactly where we belong.
Together.
Georgia is the first to stir, though she does it so gradually it’s like watching a cat uncurl from a sunbeam. She stretches one leg, then the other, then lifts her head and rubs her eyes.
Miles is on his back, snoring quietly, and I chuckle at the sight of him. Clearly, he’s sleep-deprived.
Georgia leans over and plants a kiss on his jaw.
He immediately grunts, eyes fluttering open, and looks at her with the kind of awe you usually reserve for miracles.
“Hey, sunshine,” he says. “Guess I was dozing.”
“We all slept, I think,” she grins. Then she kisses him, soft and slow.
Emmett pulls himself up on one elbow, lines from the sheets across his face. “Did we actually sleep?” he says, voice scratchy. “Because, if not, I had an amazing fucking dream.”
Georgia laughs, and the sound is so light and easy, that I want to hear it on loop for the rest of my life.
I prop myself up, and in doing so, bring Georgia with me, her body curling toward mine. Emmett collapses into the space on my other side.
Miles shifts, an arm coming around Georgia’s waist.
There’s no awkwardness, no post-sex weirdness. Just quiet, contented joy.
The feeling of belonging is so deep, it’s frightening. I never had this in my marriage. Never with Catherine, or with anyone else. It’s new, and overwhelming, and somehow perfect.
And I’m so wrapped up in the sensation that I almost miss it when Georgia whispers, “I love you.”
At first, I don’t know who she’s talking to, and I don’t think she does either. It just escapes and hangs in the air between all of us. For a second, no one says anything. Then Miles answers, his voice rough.
