When she comes back with warm wet towels, she cleans our faces and bodies, then makes a quick stop in the bathroom for herself. When she rejoins us, she’s stripped down to nothing, but puts on Marco’s discarded dress shirt, wearing it like a short robe. She brings over a plate of fruit and—kill me now—feeds it to us. And when the juice drips down our chins, she licks it off.
“You guys were perfect. You were beautiful to watch.” She discards the plate and kisses Marco, then snuggles up against him with her hand on his chest. “I’m sorry I almost killed you with Jay’s bussy.”
We both laugh at her and I when I catch my breath, I say “Please saybussymore often.”
Marco cuts in, “It’s an honorable way to go.”
“Thank you for letting me do this.”
“Did you enjoy yourself?” I ask her, laying my head down on the pillow next to Marco.
“I did. It was exactly what I needed.”
There’s a small lull in the conversation and Marco nudges her. “But?”
“But… I don’t think I’m cut out to Domme often.”
Marco brings her in for another kiss. “Don’t worry. I am.”
Chapter 25
Jacuzzi Confessions
Cora
Present Day
TakingJay’shand,Istep into the gigantic soaking tub and let the hot water engulf me. I don’t know if he purposefully got a room with a tub big enough for three, but I’m not complaining.
Jay leads me between his legs and lets me rest against his chest. Marco sits across from us and hands each of us a glass of champagne. He takes a long sip of his, eyeing the both of us, then sets his glass on the marble ledge and begins rubbing my achy feet. I smile lazily and let the champagne drip down my chin and on to my chest. I don’t bother wiping it off. I’m in a post-orgasm high—slightly different than that of subspace—but all the same magnificence.
Jay releases a deep exhale. “Can we get a hot tub one day?”
Marco gives a half smile. “Where would we put it?”
“I don’t know. We don’t use the basement level much. Let’s put it there. Is that allowed, Miss Architect?”
“Hm. I don’t think the building code would allow that. We’d have to retrofit… wait, don’t you guys rent?” I chuckle, “There’s no way it’s going in your townhouse.” I close my eyes and rest my cheek against Jay’s pectoral. “And it wouldn’t work in my place. Maybe we can get a cottage of our own in the Poconos. We can definitely have one there.”
I can sense the silence more than I can hear it. I open my eyes and see Marco’s face alight. He cocks an eyebrow. “Oh yeah?Ourown cottage?”
Maybe it’s the little buzz I’m feeling after a few drinks and the blissed out sexual haze I have ruminating throughout my body and mind, but I don’t want to hold back anymore.
They’re mine and I’m going to latch on.
“Yeah. Our own. Can’t you just picture it: an adorable cottage we can visit on weekends and holidays. Our little ones running around in the forest, playing with bugs and making snowmen.” My smirk grows into a huge smile as I watch Marco’s jaw drop and his eyes dart from mine to Jay’s above me. I’m about to turn up to face Jay, but he swiftly turns to face me, gently gripping my shoulders.
“Say that again,” Jay huffs in a serious tone.
“Snowmen?"
“No!”
I giggle, “Our little ones?” He can’t speak, but he nods quickly. I raise an eyebrow. “I’ve been thinking about it. Between talking to Dr. Zenner and seeing you guys with Leo and Viera, it all seems… like the future I want with both of you.”
My words feel like me. I know that’s a weird thing to think, but since I lost Violet four years ago—lost everything—I had forgotten who I was before all of it. My words feel like the old me—the me who had a bright future with abundant love and happiness.
Marco maneuvers himself to sit on his knees, taking my champagne and setting it aside. He holds my hands in his, closes his eyes, and kisses them fervently. “Are you sure, baby? I mean, you don’t have to be sure. If you change your mind, we’ll still be here. The three of us.”
