“You’ll survive.”
And somehow, impossibly, he’s right. The fourth orgasm builds slowly, starting at the base of my spine and spreading like wildfire. When it hits, I scream loud enough that Jesse has to put his hand over my mouth, which just makes it hotter.
He follows me over his own edge, burying himself deep with a string of curses. We collapse sideways, him still inside me, breathing like we’ve run a marathon.
“Water,” I croak. “I need water or I’m going to die of dehydration.”
“Drama queen,” Boone laughs, but he gets up to fetch water from the kitchen.
He comes back with four bottles and we drink greedily, the brief intermission letting us catch our breath. I’m sprawled across the bed like I’ve melted, every muscle loose and satisfied.
“Round two?” Wyatt asks, and I notice he’s still hard.
“Are you trying to kill me?”
“Just trying to make sure you remember this.”
“Trust me,” I say, pulling him down for a kiss, “I’m not forgetting anything about this.”
This time when he slides into me, it’s slower, more deliberate. He watches my face as he moves, cataloguing every gasp and whimper like he’s taking notes.
“You’re thinking too much,” I tell him.
“Someone has to.”
“Not during sex they don’t.”
He responds by changing his angle, hitting that spotthat makes me see stars, and okay, maybe thinking during sex has its benefits.
Jesse and Boone aren’t idle—hands and mouths everywhere, overwhelming my senses until I can’t tell where one touch ends and another begins. When I come this time, it’s with tears in my eyes from the sheer intensity of it.
We collapse in a sweaty heap, just wrecked. Rita chooses that moment to walk into the bedroom, my bra still hanging from her horn.
“Your goat has terrible timing,” Jesse observes.
“My goat has perfect timing,” I correct, reaching for my clothes. “She’s telling me I need to get home before someone realizes I’ve been gone for two hours.”
“Stay,” Boone says, catching my wrist.
“I can’t. I have to work, and if I don’t show up, Dad will send out a search party.”
“When will we see you again?” Jesse asks.
“Tonight?” I suggest, then laugh at myself. “God, I sound desperate.”
“You sound perfect,” Wyatt says quietly, and something in his voice makes me pause.
“Careful,” I warn, pulling on my shorts. “That almost sounded like feelings.”
“Just stating facts,” he backtracks.
I finish dressing in silence, aware that all three of them are watching me with expressions I don’t want to analyze. Rita follows me to the door, satisfied with the chaos she’s caused.
“Callie,” Boone calls as I’m leaving.
I turn back. “Yeah?”
“Be careful out there. The Facebook mob is probably planning their next move.”
