“We’re going to take care of you.” He brushed a kiss across my forehead. Not because we were in a lust filled haze, but because he wanted to. Jax cared for me.
Callum was standing in the bathtub waiting when Jax walked in. Jax gently handed me off and grabbed a towel to wipe himself down before he stepped into the bath. I laid my head against Callum’s chest.
Would this be my last time here, with them, like this? It was a Valentine’s contract, and their rules stated two… whatever they called it. I didn’t pay attention, which I know goes against all the rules known to man. Never sign a sex contract without looking at the deets, but I didn’t care. I wanted Callum. I wanted the fun. I wanted the guys.
I tried to keep my eyes open, but I was so exhausted and satiated that I was having problems. I feel like it was just the three of us in the bath, but I kept lolling off. On top of the lavender scent, the gentle hands washing me and the massages over my feet, legs and back, I was out.
I was jostled awake when they laid me on the bed and I felt several warm bodies nestled in next to me. I took a deep breath, and I was out.
Good ol’ Betty for the win
Itwasstillinthe early morning. I wasn’t sure what time exactly, because this room had no windows, but my eyes still burned and I felt the heavy sedation of much needed sleep still pulling on me, begging me to follow it down into the dark abyss.
I swiveled my head to see who was in bed with me and had Knox on my left, Callum on my right, with Jax and Emmett above me, all of our heads meeting in the middle of this enormous round bed. I noticed the sheets had been changed to a deep purple color, which must have happened when Jax and Callum were in the bath with me.
I did a few kegels to get an idea of how sore I was going to be and was relieved to find it wasn’t as bad as expected. I think the aftercare the men were so keen on helped a lot and was definitely welcome.
Last night was epic. Out of this world. It was our last hoorah together and while part of me believed they had changed their minds, the other part of me, the bigger part, believed that even if they all wanted to, they wouldn’t allow it. Rules were rules. I laughed at myself since I was notorious for breaking them, but after my conversation last night with Sophie, I understood why they had them. One, or several of us, would get hurt. It was inevitable. Society was not ready for a relationship like ours.
I looked down at my feet and saw an opening between legs. I could slide out, leave them a note, thanking them and be gone.
Damn it!
I felt my eyes stinging and this time it wasn’t from the sleep. I tried to hold back the tear, but it trickled out of the corner of my eye, down my cheek, onto the pillow.
Why did I have to let myself get attached? This was for fun. There were never any promises that it was going to be anything other than that. A montage played in my head, Callum at the bar, Callum taking care of me, Bo’s restaurant, Valentine’s party, WendyDick’s face, ice skating, all the delicious sex, the bathtub, the hot tub, Callum holding me in his arms for no reason, Jax kissing my forehead for no reason.
Fuck!
I was in love with the attention and the feeling they gave me. The feeling of invincibility and companionship. The feeling of power and control and vulnerability.
I was in love with everything about them… Which I know is stupid to say because I haven’t known them for that long. But it’s like those stories you read about where a look, or a scent, or a moment frozen in time and they knew. They knew they were meant to be together. The yin to the yang. Only we weren’t two… we were five.
Maybe I had these feelings because they were my first group experience. It’s like that first love thing… maybe that’s what this was… my first fivesome love. Maybe it was the fact I had a complete dick of an ex who treated me like shit and I hadn’t been with anyone else in so long.
I needed to get out of here before they woke up. I didn’t need them to see me crying at something that was always a temporary thing. I didn’t want to see the fight or the hurt in their eyes when I left because that would give me hope… hope that this wasn’t over.
I wiggled slowly, pressing the heels of my feet into the bed, letting it help pull me down to the edge. I felt someone shift, but I was too scared to look. I froze for a minute and then continued.
I oozed on to the floor like the pile of mush I was, and then stood up. I stared at the tangle of beautiful arms and torsos for longer than I should have, but I wanted to remember them. My men.
I wiped the tears that were slowly streaming out of my eyes and hurried towards the door. Once it was closed, I tore off down the hall towards the kitchen. I slipped into the office, grabbed a piece of paper and a pen, and scribbled a quick note.
What do you say? Thanks, it’s been real? Thanks for the fivesome? Honoring the contract? I settled with
Thanks for the memories. You all have given me life! Goodbye.
-E
I had a tear fall on the bottom right corner and tried to wipe it away, but it was too late. The paper had wrinkled up. I thought about tearing the corner off or rewriting it, but I didn’t want them to notice I was gone and come looking for me.
I grabbed my dress and phone and slipped on my shoes, thankful they’d been relocated to the kitchen at some point. I prayed to God their alarm wasn’t set, because that would make my sneaky getaway super awkward.
The cool morning air made the tears on my face feel like ice. I still kept forgetting we were in the dead of winter and here I was standing outside a mini mansion in a t-shirt and dress shoes. Hello walk of shame.
I walked down the sidewalk, away from their house, and tucked into a small alleyway, out of sight of anyone who would be up at this freaking hour. I pulled my phone out and looked at it.
4:53. I’d only been asleep for maybe three hours.
