Sage follows seconds later, groaning as he spills inside Vienna, his hips jerking with each pulse of his cock. I pull off Colton just in time, stroking him furiously until he erupts, painting my chest and neck with hot ropes of cum. We collapse in a tangle of limbs, our breaths ragged and bodies slick with sweat and release.
Chapter Twenty-Three
We’re all still naked when a clap of thunder causes the boathouse to shudder, and through the window, I see a streak of lightning blaze across the sky. The heavens open up, and the sound against the roof drowns out any possibility of conversation. Instead, the four of us snuggle together and doze as we wait for the rain to stop so we can walk back to the cabin for dinner.
Half an hour later, there seems to be no end to the downpour, and we’re resigned to spending the night here. “I think there might be some tins of food in the kitchen. We can light the fire and cook them over that,” I say after Sage gets up to turn on a light, and we discover we don’t have any power.
“Does the other house have power? I don’t want Addi to be scared,” Vienna asks as she sits up on the bed. All three of us are slightly distracted by the sway of her boobs before I finally come to my senses.
“The other house has a generator, so they will be fine.” A noise downstairs has Sage peering over the loft to see who it is.
“Hey, we’re up here,” he calls, and I’m assuming it’s Xavier and Tristan, since we’re all still naked. Still, I wouldn’t put it pastSage just to invite anyone, seeing that gratuitous nudity does not bother him in the least.
A faint glow comes up the stairs. It’s Tristan carrying a lantern, which he puts on the bedside table before grinning at us.
“I told Suzy I bet you had gotten distracted down here. She sent us down with food and told us not to bother coming back. There isn’t enough room for all of us with Dan taking the other bedroom. She said there was plenty of room here for the six of us, and I see the party started without us,” he grumbles, pouting.
“Get dressed and get some food,” Xavier suggests, giving Vienna a steamy kiss before, to my surprise, doing the same to Sage. I don’t think either of them had been intimate yet, but maybe I don’t know everything.
“Hmm, you taste like my wife and my girlfriend,” he says before chuckling and stepping back. “I’ll get the fire going so Tristan and I can dry off.” He disappears down the stairs, the light of his phone illuminating the way.
“Hmm, okay, my turn,” Tristan says and does the same thing, but each of us gets a kiss so he can sample the tastes of one another on our mouths. “Delicious,” he says, smacking his lips together when he’s finished. “Suzy and Maeve’s shepherd’s pie will pale in comparison, but I bet it’s tasty as well. She gave us a whole one for ourselves, and we grabbed a bottle of tequila and bourbon from the cellar. Mickey said there should be some mixers in the fridge down here.”
“The power only just went out, so they should be cold,” I add, sliding off the bed and grabbing a discarded shirt from the floor, pulling it over my body. It’s definitely one of the boys’, because it hangs on me, but that’s okay. I look around for my underwear but can’t see it and decide it really doesn’t matter. Everyone has been intimate with my bits today. “Let’s go find some glasses and plates. I don’t want the food to get cold, I’m starving.”
“Did you work up an appetite today, my love?” Sage calls out, and I give him a wink.
“I sure did.”
When Tristan and I make our way carefully down the spiral stairs using the light from his phone, we find Xavier kneeling in front of the fireplace where a small flame burns within. He’s lit a couple of extra lanterns that must have been stored down here also.
I go to the cupboards and reach for the plates and glasses but nearly drop them when I feel Tristan’s hands on my ass. I yelp and spin, clasping them to my front.
“Sorry, I couldn’t resist. The shirt rode up when you reached for them,” he tells me with a grin before taking the plates from me and putting them on the counter. He pulls out a big casserole dish from a warming bag and fishes around in the drawers for a serving spoon.
I grab the rest of the glasses, placing them on the counter as well, before going to the fridge and taking out some cans of soft drink before closing it to keep the cold air in. The other three join us, bringing the lantern with them, and we all grab a plate.
The next few hours are spent laughing and drinking and spending the most relaxing time the six of us have ever had in one another’s company. The looming deadline of Tristan’s wedding and the hopeful downfall of the Maricuso family are distant thoughts for a few blessed hours.
When we finally decide to go to sleep, the six of us snuggle up on the bed upstairs, listening to the storm crash and the wind blow around us. It’s like we’re in our own private cocoon with no worries left in the world, but as I close my eyes, Sage snuggled up on one side and Xavier on the other, I can’t help but wonder about what can go wrong, and I pray that in three days’ time, all of us come out of this unscathed and intact.
The next morning blooms bright and clear, and the six of us head up to the house for breakfast. Addi is already seated at the table when we stumble in the back door in search of coffee.
“Mommy!” she screams and claps her hands. “And my daddies and Sagey and…” She breaks off, frowning, and looks at me carefully. “And Tori,” she adds with a little less enthusiasm.
Great, looks like Addison is as undecided about me as I am about her. We’re going to have to work it out if this becomes a permanent thing, but that’s a future Tori problem.
“Oh baby, not so loud. Mommy has a headache.” Vienna winces as she picks Addi up and gives her a kiss.
“So do the daddies.” Sage grins as Xavier pulls out six mugs and pours us all coffee before distributing them.
“Big night?” Maeve asks dryly as she passes Addison a plate of pancakes.
Addi scrambles from her mother’s arms and sits in her chair, reaching for the syrup.
“A little too much to drink is all,” Colton replies, taking his mug and pressing a kiss to Addi’s head.
“Where is everyone else?” I ask as Suzy enters the kitchen carrying an empty mug and places it in the sink.
