I could feel myself getting close again. “Faye, I’m gonna …”
She pulled back just enough to speak. “Go ahead. I want to taste you.”
That was it. I was done. I came with a strangled cry, spilling into her mouth. She swallowed it all. Seeing that made Jase lose control. He slammed her down on his dick one last time and came with a shout, and a few moments later, Faye cried out in pleasure as another orgasm raced through her.
This time, we were truly done. We collapsed, completely spent. Faye lay between us, her skin flushed and glistening with a fine sheen of sweat. She looked from Jase to me, a triumphant, beautiful mess.
10
Faye
My heartbeatfinally slowed as Jase and Dylan lay beside me. For a while, none of us moved. The only sounds were the faint thump of music drifting in from the reception tent and the soft, uneven breathing of the two men who had just given me another fantastic night.
Being with the two of them was indescribable. I’d spent the last year wondering whether I’d somehow built up that one night together into something more than it was. But the chemistry between us was undeniable, and tonight it’d felt even stronger.
Jase let out a low groan and pushed himself upright. “We should probably head back to the festivities.”
Dylan snorted. “You’re assuming we can stand.”
I laughed and shoved Dylan’s shoulder. “Both of you get dressed before someone does a headcount and realizes we disappeared at the same time.”
“We were careful,” Dylan said, rolling off the bed.
Jase laughed. “Dude, you looked like a cartoon villain trying to sneak away from a crime scene.”
“Great,” I mumbled.
God, they were ridiculous. Ridiculous, sweet, and criminally good-looking.
I watched them move around the room, picking up their clothes.
Once they looked somewhat put together, Jase stepped in and brushed a kiss against my cheek. “You good?”
“More than good,” I replied softly.
Dylan’s eyes warmed as he looked at me, and he leaned in for a kiss too. “Don’t really want to do a hit-and-run, but Tyler’s likely to send out a search party if he realizes we’re missing.”
I nodded. “Go. I’ll wait a few minutes so it’s not obvious we were together.”
They slipped out quietly, closing the door behind them. I headed to my bathroom to freshen up. After brushing my teeth, I reapplied my lipstick, fixed my hair, and slipped back into my dress. It was slightly wrinkled from being crumpled on the floor, but I hoped no one would notice.
Deciding enough time had passed, I left my room.
I barely made it down the back staircase when Morgan nearly collided with me.
“Oh my God,” she whisper-shouted, grabbing my arm and dragging me into a small alcove. “Where have you been? Did you—” Her eyes widened. “You did!”
I blinked innocently. “Did what?”
“Don’t play that shit with me. You disappeared right after the cake. Then Dylan and Jase were missing. You look like you’ve been up to something.” She glanced down at my dress. “So I’m either hallucinating, or you got down and dirty with two baseball players. Again!”
I bit my lip. “You might not be hallucinating.”
She playfully slapped my arm. “Tell me everything immediately.”
Before I could answer, footsteps echoed down the hall.
Morgan stiffened as she looked over my shoulder, and a second later, Callum Whitmore appeared beside me, his beady stare sending shivers down my spine, and not in a good way like the ones I’d experienced earlier.
