“Aye, I can see that,” he mutters, glaring at me buried in her chest. “He’s in bloody heaven, far as I’m concerned. If I have a nightmare, will you let me sleep like that? I’ll start watching horror movies before bed.”
I flip him off lazily, pressing closer into Briar.
She wriggles, threading her fingers through my hair. “Don’t be jealous, you can motorboat me tomorrow,” she promises Glen. I can’t even see the man, but I can practicallyhearhis cheeks go pink. The door closes with a click, and Kenta reaches up to flip off the light.
It usually takes me hours to get back to sleep after a nightmare, but with Briar’s heartbeat pressed against my cheek, I’m out in minutes.
Thirty-Nine
Matt
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Briar sighs softly, leaning her slick, naked body across my front as I massage soap into her breasts. “God,” she whimpers, tipping her head back onto my shoulder. “Oh,shit,Matt—” she bites her lip as I roll her nipples, tugging them away from her body. I swallow, feeling her writhe against me.
It’s been a good morning. Briar doesn’t have to be at the premiere until five, so we slept in and ate breakfast in bed. Kenta and I left her cuddled up with Glen to hit the gym, and when I came back up to shower, Briar slunk into the bathroom behind me and dropped to her knees. Now, it’s just past midday, and Briar’s working through a long, complex beauty routine. It involves hair masks and exfoliators and waxing, and God knows what else. She dragged me in here for her pamper-session bubble bath, and we’ve been soaking in the tub for the past half an hour. She’s already come three times, but she’s showing no signs of slowing down.
She starts grinding her ass back into me. “Come on,” she mumbles. “Matt—”
“You’re insatiable,” I mutter, slipping a finger inside her. Even under the water, I can feel how hot and wet she is inside. She clenches and flutters against me as I start to pump in and out of her.
“I never used to like sex before,” she pants, reaching back to run her fingers through my hair.
“Yeah? What changed?” I twitch my finger inside of her, making her hum happily. “You seem to like it plenty now.”
“I trust you, I guess. I have…” I add another finger, and she gasps, rocking back into me. “A bad track record with men. They like to take advantage.” I freeze, going still in the water, and she frowns. “Wait, not like that. Men like to use me for connections, or money, or status. Just being seen in public with a man can boost his popularity overnight.”
“Like Thom Petty?”
“Exactly like Thom Petty.”
“Hm.” I reach over the edge of the bath and pick up her drink of ice water, rolling the cold glass over her chest. She shudders, crying out. A bead of sweat rolls down her neck.
“B-but I trust you guys. It makes the sex a lot more enjoyable.”
“I’m honoured.”
She nods, shivering as I hook an ice cube out of the glass and trace it down her stomach. “P-plus, I’m at the horny part of my cycle.”
I laugh. “Is that a thing? I don’t remember that from my Biology classes.”
She wriggles against my front. “Sure is. Total nuisance, too. I get turned on at the drop of a hat.” She looks up at me through her lashes. “And then I just have to walk around all day wet.”
Even though I’ve already gotten off once this morning, I feel my balls start to ache, and shift uncomfortably in the hard tub. “You’re a menace.”
She smiles at me, really smiles, big and bright and white, and for a second, I’m dazzled.
I still can’t believe that this girl exists. That under the spoiled princess act, and the money, and the clothes, there’s a sweet, gentle,normalyoung woman.
I slip a third finger into her, rubbing the bumpy patch of nerves on her inner wall. She starts to moan desperately, rocking against me faster and faster. She’s close. So close. I keep thrusting inside of her, fluttering my fingers, and she buries her face in my shoulder, biting down. Just as I feel her starting to clench around me, my phone rings.
I sigh, gently removing my fingers and standing up, stepping out of the bath.
Briar clutches at me, her eyes wide. “What? But!”
“It’s probably important, princess.” I check the number. Anfisa.
She tugs at my hand. “So? You can take the call here.”
