Paris glittered all around us, but she was the only bright thing I could look at. She kept brushing her thumb over my knuckles like she didn’t want to stop touching me. I understood the instinct too well.
Something in me had shifted. Broken open. I’d wanted her for what felt like years, but this was different. I didn’t just want her body, her pleasure, every single orgasm she’d have for the rest of time. I wanted her trust.
Her laughter. Her future.
And I was terrified by how real that felt.
By the time we reached the hotel, I’d almost convinced myself to hide how undone I was.
But when I opened the suite door and stepped inside, Devin’s brows shot up immediately.
Jonathan didn’t look much subtler—his eyes flicked from Frankie’s swollen lips to my rumpled shirt, then back again.
“Well,” Devin drawled, grinning, “looks like you two kissed and made up.”
Frankie choked on a laugh. Jonathan shook his head slowly, knowingly, like he could see every detail we weren’t saying.
Devin leaned back on the couch, arms sprawled wide. “Since you two clearly didn’t wait for us…”
I shot him a look that only made him smirk harder.
Something soft, unspoken, passed between the three of us—me, Jonathan, Devin.
Something that said we wanted her, together, willingly, without jealousy.
Something that said we, well, we felt something very deep, very real for her.
Frankie looked between us, flushed and glowing, revived by the idea of being with all of us again, and that was all the invitation any of us needed.
The air shifted. Thickened. Her breath caught.
The night faded into something deeper, darker, and sweeter, the four of us stepping toward a moment we could never come back from. We never wanted to.
23
FRANKIE
I’d had sex with these three men more times than I thought possible by now. But something about sleeping with the three of them in Paris and collapsing into a huge, luxurious hotel bed afterward encapsulated a new level of luxury.
Maybe it was just the fact that they’d each made me come more than once.
Jonathan with his hands, then his cock; Devin with his mouth, then his mouth, then his mouth again before he fucked me into yet another climax.
Alex had even taken the opportunity to throw in some more delicious spankings as a delayed punishment for my running away.
He didn’t take nearly as long to give me what my pussy craved afterward, though. He ate my pussy until I was dangling on the edge of a precipice, then finished me off with another round of his sure, hard strokes inside me.
Absolute perfection. I was the luckiest girl in the world.
I knew I’d be sore tomorrow, but I also knew that I’d rather be sore from the skillful motions of their hard cocks than feel anything else.
By some miracle, I was still floating somewhere between bliss and exhaustion, cocooned in a tangle of warm limbs and steady heartbeats.
The guys had never all stayed with me after sex. This night, I hadn’t even needed to ask, though.
Now here we were, all together, me at the center with each of them deliberately settling in on either side of me like they were building a fortress with their bodies. Jonathan behind me, chest to my back.
Alex in front, his hand resting possessively on my hip. And sweet, silly Devin half-draped over my legs like some oversized, affectionate cat. It could’ve made me laugh.
