The pleasure building in her radiates through my body, driving me closer to the edge. I know she’s almost there. I can feel it in the way her body tightens around me, the way she trembles in my arms.
“Fuck, you feel so good,” I groan out, the control I’m clinging to slipping fast. “Come for me, Amelia. I need to feel you. I’m desperate for it.”
With a strangled cry, her body arches, and she comes, her muscles clenching around me with a force that rips the breath from my lungs. The sensation is overwhelming, a wave that crashes over me, dragging me under. I let myself go, surrendering to the intense pleasure of her climax as it triggers my own, my body shuddering as I buck my hips up into her while I pull her down on me, spilling into her.
We stay like that for a moment, our bodies entwined, our breaths mingling. Slowly, we come down from the high, and I hold her close, feeling the aftershocks running through her as I stroke her stomach.
“You okay?” I ask, brushing a strand of hair from her face to kiss her cheek.
She nods, a satisfied smile on her lips as she leans back against me. “More than okay,” she murmurs, her eyes shining with contentment. “That was perfect.”
“You’re perfect,” I reply, holding her close. “And I’m so lucky I’ve found you.”
She stays wrapped in my arms as the rain continues to fall outside the fogged-up windows, and I know that no matter what happens next, no matter what happens with the guys when I tell them what I just did… whatwejust did…I have her.
We have each other.
And we’ll figure out the rest.
THIRTY-TWO
It’s almost lunchtime,and Misha still hasn’t come to work.
He was sleeping when we left, and even Grey couldn’t wake him, so we just texted him that we went without him. We’re mostly our own bosses, and nobody cares if we show up or not as long as Jamie turns out as we promised. Still, I’m worried about him.
It’s not like him to miss work. Sure, he’s hard to wake after a period of insomnia, but this is next level. Maybe we have to get him to see another doctor. Or maybe it’s just all the mess we’re in. I know it’s taking a toll on all of us. Grey doesn’t sleep much either, and I… fuck. I feel bold and ruffled, like I could explode at any minute, which is so not me. We’re all not ourselves, and I hate it.
The door to our office opens, and Grey and I look up to find Misha coming in, looking a little green around the nose. Maybe he just caught a bug at that damn team event. Events like those are breeding grounds for bacteria.
“Hey, you all right?” Grey asks, concern evident in his voice.
“I’m a loser. I’m even losing myself,” Misha mutters, pulling at his curls.
What the fuck?
“What are you even saying?” Grey presses, his brow furrowed as he stands, but I already know what’s up. He’s radiating guilt.
“I lost my heart,” Misha replies, his voice raw. “You know that feeling when it’s a perfect moment. When your heart skips a beat?”
“Yeah, that’s arrhythmia. You can die from that,” I say, feeling my hackles rise. My pulse pounds in my ears, drowning out everything except the thundering dread in my chest. I already know that what he is going to tell me is going to hurt. And not just me.
So, I say it for him. “They fucked.”
“What the fuck?” Grey presses out through clenched teeth.
“Fuck, Ollie,” Misha mumbles, eyes glassy. “I should say I’m sorry, but that would be a lie.”
“What a good friend he is,” I mutter sarcastically. But the words taste bitter on my tongue, even as they leave my mouth. I know that’s unfair. And he does, too, because his eyes that were filled with regret are now blazing at me.
“Ollie, you had your chance. Fortwo years, you had your chance. And then I went ahead and rejected her for you… not for me, not for her, butfor you. And now it’s been days, and you haven’t made a move.”
I stare at him, the anger rising in me like a tide. For a moment, I try to swallow it down, to keep it contained like I always do, but it’s too much. The betrayal, the hurt,the fucking hypocrisy—it all comes crashing through, and I can’t hold it back anymore.
“Are you fucking kidding me?” My chest tightens, and a surge of anger and betrayal floods through me as I stand. “I haven’t made a move because we agreed on staying friends. Fuckingfriends!” I explode, feeling the weight of my own words. “I had her in my arms all night Sunday. I was so close to telling her how much I love her, but I didn’t because I gaveyoumy word.”
Grey looks between us, his face full of confusion. “Wait, you both slept with her?”
“I sleptbesideher, dammit. Nothing more becauseIkeep my word. Unlike him.”
