“Fuck yeah.”
“Delicious, isn’t he?”
“All over.”
Laurel’s arm slid off the counter, hanging limply over the edge. He looked done for.
Jordy zipped up and scooped Laurel into his arms.
“Get his clothes.”
Huh? I looked around, the room suddenly unfamiliar.
Where was I?You’re at home, silly.
Dazed, I collected Laurel’s jeans and underwear from the floor and followed Jordy up the stairs. He carried Laurel up to his room. I opened the door for them—it was unlocked—and Jordy laid Laurel on the bed.
“Damn. I could get used to this treatment,” Laurel mumbled, eyes already closing when I dragged the blanket to his shoulders.
Jordy left a glass of water on the nightstand for him, and I turned off the lights. There. He could sleep now.
After closing the door to the suite, I paused on the landing. The air in the hallway was chilly.
Jordy and I looked at each other. His eyes seemed darker, or maybe it was the dim light. His lips parted. Did he still taste like Laurel?
I could kiss him. I should kiss him. He’d given me this night, and I wanted to show him somehow how grateful I was. I wanted him closer. But maybe he wouldn’t want me to…
Jordy smirked and pointed at my crotch.
“Your dick’s still hanging out.” Then he winked and began trotting down the stairs. “Night, boss!”
I remained standing on the landing for a minute longer. I looked back at Laurel’s closed door, then down where Jordy disappeared. I heard the door to his apartment creak and click shut.
Something tugged at me, urging me to go back to Laurel. Which wasn’t the deal we had, I knew.
But why did Jordy leave so fast? I could go for another round. With Laurel’s taste still in the back of my mouth, sucking Jordy off would be hot as hell.
I felt like moping as I finally stuffed my dick back into my pants and zipped up.
After all that we’d done together, the three of us, I was going to my bed alone.
It felt weird.
12
LAUREL
I slept like a log.
The guys had made me come my brains out, carried me to my bed, and tucked me in, and I slept for a full ten hours. It was like waking up in a different century.
What had I done? Had it been stupid? Would I pay for it? I should be panicking.
But, Lord, I felt lovely. So relaxed and mellow. I’d slept through the night for the first time in months! The universe seemed to agree with me that everything was peachy since the sun shone brightly today after a mostly gray, cloudy week.
I took a long shower, checked the forecast, and dressed for another hike. Downstairs, I found a covered plate and a note. Monty had made me a quiche and a salad before he left. If he only knew that most mornings, I barely managed to eat a cereal bar for breakfast.
He treated me like royalty—at an ancient court where sexual favors were included.
