She cries out as her orgasm wrecks her. I keep going, I won’t stop until she quiets and her pleasure reverberates off the walls.
“Hey, did you hear that?” A distant whisper that sounds like it’s coming from about ten floors down floats up to us.
“Shit,” Joss hisses, snapping up like she got jolted by an electric shock and I don’t mean the kind I just sent shivering through her body.
She looks back at me, eyes the size of saucers and then to Finn. The poor guy still has his hard cock out, but he doesn’t look like he gives a shit about that right now.
“Let’s go,” Finn more mouths the words than says them, but we all get the message loud and clear. It’s time to take this party to the hotel room before we get brought up on public indecency charges or something.
Finn tucks himself in and we all scurry up the stairs like we’re trying to race each other for a trophy. None of us stop until we’re at the honeymoon suite door and even then, it’s only for a few seconds while Joss opens it up and lets us inside.
“That was close.” Joss leans back against the door, shutting her eyes.
“Only close? ’Cause it sounded like we were about two minutes away from getting on the Hilton’s ‘banned for life’ list,” I answer.
“Yeah?” Joss lifts up on her toes and kisses me deeply and then turns and does the same thing with Finn. “You think if they stumbled on all three of us I’d earn a lifetime ban, huh?”
“Most definitely.” I step toward her and pull her against me, hard. She looks up at me, daring me to claim her lips. I hold her chin in my hand and kiss her, keeping her mouth captive.
“Save some of that sugar for me.” Finn walks Joss back against him until each of us are pressed tight against her front and back.
Joss turns her head, kissing Finn for a moment, then back to me, and the whole time we’re walking across the room toward the huge bed. When we hit the side, Joss crawls up over the blanket and isn’t shy about sizing each one of us up.
“Guys?”
“Yeah?” we both answer.
“I want to feel you both in me at the same time,” she purrs.
“Trust me,” Finn smirks, “you’re gonna feel every thick inch of me in your mouth.”
“And I’m gonna fuck your pussy so hard it’ll drive both our cocks in you farther,” I murmur.
Joss bites her lip, not in the I’m-trying-to-be-sexy way but like she’s lost in thought for a second. “No,” she shakes her head, “that’s not what I mean. I want to feel you both.” She nods down. “Totally and completely stretching me out.”
“Get the fuck over here.” I jump on the bed and pull Joss’s legs until I’ve got them wrapped around me as she’s lying back on the bed. “You are so fucking sexy.” I kiss her and we get lost in it.
The bed doesn’t groan when Finn jumps on, almost like it was built for this exact thing. Joss scoots up between us and turns to kiss him too. Finn pulls her back so she’s straddling him and he grabs her ass and thrusts her over the bulge popping out of his jeans.
I get behind her and grab the hem of her dress and yank it up until she holds up her arms and lets me release it from her body. Joss has no bra on and her tits bounce as she rocks her hips so she’s grinding harder on Finn. My hands travel up her sides until I’m holding her tits in each hand and lean around her, pulling her nipple into my mouth as I thrust my jean-locked steel cock against her ass.
Joss drapes her arm over my neck and Finn rips off his shirt. She’s rocking against us in nothing but sheer underwear and I’m still fully clothed. That needs to change. I release her nipple with a couple more kisses, each one of them a silent promise I’ll be back. I jump off the bed and strip down fast, getting back on as Finn kicks off his jeans and underwear.
Joss has a perfect ass. The sheer fabric of her underwear leaves nothing to the imagination, but they still have to go. It’s not enough to see the soft curve shake seductively as I press my cock into the dent of her cheeks. It’s a tease, sending a dull ache through my balls, making my cock throb for more.
“Get up and take those off before I rip them off you.” I press every inch of my raw need against her ass and she gasps, bucking back and all bets are off, I’m about to destroy them, but she stands up on the bed and tugs them down slowly. She knows we can’t take our eyes off her. We’re hypnotized as the thin fabric rolls down her thighs and each of us grabs it, ripping them off her impatiently.
I lean over and kiss her ass as Finn plunges his tongue into her pussy. Joss cries out, leaning against the wall, she straddles Finn’s legs while we both worship her. “Do you have any lube?” I ask.
“Y-Yes,” she stammers, her eyelids half-closed, she points to the bedside table. “In there.”
Sure enough, it’s in there. Right next to the phone book and the room service menu. I stroke a generous amount down over my cock; I want this to be fun for her too, obviously. So, I bring the bottle back in bed and when she opens her legs and lets Finn fill her pussy, I work more lubrication into her asshole with my thumb.
“Oh, yes, more,” she groans when I bury my entire thumb in her, stretching her out.
“Okay, try to relax.” I guide my glistening cock to her asshole, pressing against her until she opens for me.
Joss grunts at first and I’m not sure if it’s too much.
“Do you want me to stop?” I whisper in her ear.
“Don’t you fucking dare,” she pants.
I bury the rest of my cock inside her, both of us taking her deep and steady until she’s screaming so loud there’s a good chance she’s still getting banned from this place.
“Oh fuck,” Finn howls and a shudder goes through him.
I grab Joss by the hips and fuck her deeper and faster until I can’t hold back. Joss moans again as we both fill her up.
“Wow.” Joss tumbles down on the mattress between us. I lie down beside her and she snuggles between us. “I don’t ever want to leave,” she says dreamily.
“Then don’t.” I lean up on my elbow and look down at her. “Stay here, with us.” I don’t want to sound like I’m begging, but there’s an edge of desperation in my voice I can’t control. Not when it comes to her.
“You’re just saying that.” She smiles up at me, but the corners of her mouth slowly slip down as she sees the sincerity in my eyes.
“No, I’m not.”
“It’s true,” Finn agrees. “Cohen and I were even talking about this the other day.”
“About what?” Joss looks between us.
“About how amazing what the three of us have is. About how we’ll never fucking get over it if you take off and never look back. About how we’re both falling for you, Joss,” he continues.
Her eyebrows climb high and she stares at Finn and then me. “Is that true?” she asks me.
“Every word. I don’t want this to end. The three of us have something people might not understand, but who the fuck cares. It feels right, doesn’t it?”
“Yes.” She nods. “But how would we even make it work? Like, all three of us would live together? What if we wanted more? What if we wanted to get married, or have kids? I mean, I don’t want to sound like I’m already naming babies or something, but isn’t that something we should think about?”
“Then we get married,” Finn interrupts.
“And we have babies,” I answer.
“I want that too.” She sounds so sad, it’s like her words and emotions are exact opposites. “I really care about you both so much. I want to stay. I want all of those things, but we can’t do it. Not for real.”
“Why the fuck not?” Finn asks.
“Because what would people think? Or my family? Everyone for that matter?”
“Joss, a week ago you were supposed to get your traditional, tied-up-in-a-bow, happily ever after. Tell the truth, did that feel more right to you than this?”
“I, uh …” She hesitates.
Beep! Ka-lunk!
The door to th
e suite sweeps open and Benji walks in, his face flush. He cringes. “I’m so, so sorry. I made Marco wait downstairs. He wants to take me to a club across the island and it sounds so amazing, and I only brought my debit card. I need my wallet.”
“Benji! We’re naked.” Joss yelps, pulling the covers up around our necks.
“Joss, I’m not looking, I swear.” He rushes in like a hurricane and whirls in by the couch on the other side of the room. “And I promise I’m going to make this up to you, okay? It’s just, you know how hard it is for me with dating and … well, I want to make the most of this night. But I am so, so sorry.”
“Don’t be sorry, be quick.” She starts giggling. “God, if I had any clothes on I’d smack you right now.”
“This is going to be a hilarious story one day.” Benji keeps his promise, never glancing at us when he pulls his wallet off the coffee table and tucks it in the inside pocket of his jacket. “How about a three-person massage tomorrow, on me? Although,” his voice drops like someone whispering to an audience from a stage, “if all three of you are naked, you’re probably already pretty limber.”
“Get out.” Joss points to the door. Not that Benji sees her, but he walks in that direction anyway.
“You’re right. My bad. I’m going now. Sorry.” He reaches for the handle and pulls it open. “No!” he screams and slams it shut on a shadowy-figures face.
“Was that Marco?” Joss forgets her modesty and sits up in bed.
“What the fuck, Benji?” A man’s voice is muffled by the door.
He turns to us, forgetting about his promise not to look, his face is pale and his mouth is practically unhinged with shock. “Joss.” His voice is weak. “It’s Blair. He’s at the door.”
27
Joss
“What? Are you sure?” I can’t help it, my hands suddenly do whatever they want. Apparently, what they want is to flap around like my nervous energy is blowing them out of control. I leap from the bed, not giving a fuck about my nudity as I search for a robe. Benji turns his back on me, giving me privacy. “There’s no fucking way this is happening. I’m dreaming. This is a dream,” I ramble.
“What the fuck, Benji?” Blair’s unmistakable voice is muffled by the door.
“Uh, just a second.” My friend’s voice is pitched with stress.
“Benji, what am I going to do?” I jump up and down and shake my hands.
He glances over his shoulder to make sure I’m decent and then walks over, pulling me into a huge hug. “It’s going to be okay. Do you want to talk to him? Because I can probably get hotel security up here …”
“You don’t need security.” Finn hops off the bed and quickly pulls on his underwear. “This guy obviously needs to learn what boundaries are and I don’t mind teaching him.”
Cohen is right behind him, getting out of bed and dressing wordlessly. His expression says it all, the way his brows are drawn together, his jaw clenched. He’s pissed.
“No.” I hold up my hands. “This has nothing to do with you guys. Blair isn’t dangerous, he’s just stupid. Let me deal with him, please. Benji,” I look at my friend, “go down and get your ass on that date.” I lock eyes with him.
He bites his lip and looks at the room door then back to me. “Are you sure? I feel like I should be here.” Loyalty is tattooed to his face and I love him so much for that, but he can’t make this better or make this go away. Only I have that power.
“I’m sure. Please, promise me you’ll go have fun and won’t let this ruin your date. I don’t want my drama ruining your night. For real.”
“If you’re sure.” He searches my face.
“I’m sure,” I answer. “And you guys need to chill. Please? Let me talk to him. I’ll call you later, but right now you gotta go,” I plead.
“Joss? Are you in there? Can somebody tell me what’s going on, please?” Blair calls out.
“Coming, just a sec,” I yell back, cinching the robe tight around my waist I walk over to the door.
I grasp the handle and wait for Finn and Cohen to finish getting their clothes and shoes on. I swing it open and Blair is greeted by me and three men at the same time. Benji makes a disgusted noise as he moves past Blair and walks over to the elevator. He pushes the button and folds his arms, glaring at my ex-fiancé, my almost-husband, like he’s trying to shoot a poisonous dart from his eyes into Blair’s back.
“Blair, what the hell are you doing here?” All the tension and nerves in my body are settling into the pinched skin between my wrinkled brows.
Cohen squeezes out past us first. “Hey, man.” He nods at Blair and I can’t help but smile at the look on my ex’s face. His mouth hangs open like a little upside-down crescent moon.
Finn comes out from behind me and puts a hand on my shoulder, giving it a squeeze. “Call us later.” He looks at me and I nod. All the softness in his gaze hardens as his eyes slide over to Blair.
“What am I doing here? What are all these guys doing here?” Blair whirls around and watches them get on the elevator.
“What? My harem? It’s not really your business, is it? You kinda lost your right to know when you left me at the altar,” I snip.
“Harem, you? Yeah.” He scoffs. I’m not sure why he thinks I’m in a robe and hosting a party with a bunch of guys, but it’s obvious he doesn’t think it could be for that.
I don’t know why, but it makes me angry. First, I wasn’t good enough to marry and now he thinks I couldn’t get two guys, or what? I narrow my eyes. “What do you want?”
The stupid smirk on his face fades and he looks down at his hands. “Joss, I made a mistake. A huge, terrible mistake,” Blair answers. It’s the face he makes when he’s trying to win the jury over with a sob story in his closing argument. I know because I’ve seen him do it a million times. The practiced puppy-dog eyes, the somber tone. “I flew all the way out here to say this to your face, please, can we talk?”
“And all it took was a week,” I answer.
“I know, I should’ve tried before. But I felt like texting you about, well, how the wedding went, I just didn’t feel right about it.” He swallows.
“Oh, well, it’s good to know you’ve got some kind of moral code then. And here I thought you were soulless.”
“I deserve that.” He nods.
“You deserve worse than that,” I quip.
Blair nods and, there’s something in his eyes. A glimmer of honesty or something, it catches me off guard. It’s not the practiced look I’ve seen him give a hundred times in the mirror before going to trial. He looks like he really is hurting.
“Fine. I’ll meet you in the bar downstairs.” I sigh. “I’m giving you ten minutes to talk, that’s it.” I push the door open and walk back into the room.
“Yeah? Okay, I’ll take it. Ten minutes.” He claps his hands. “I’ll be waiting.”
“Not as long as you kept me waiting.” I frown.
“I’ll fix this. I promise. Ten minutes.” He walks toward the elevator, all energized and I let the door slam shut behind me.
He’s feeling a lot better about this than I am. I roll my head back on the room door and shut my eyes and tell myself I’m not going to get sucked in. I tell myself I’m going to have mean, witty things to say to cut Blair down. That I will hurt him even half as much as he hurt me. But I know it’s not true. The fact is, I don’t want to hurt him. I just want to know why.
28
Joss
“Okaaay.” I prance around the room like a ballerina on speed. “What am I going to do?” I start to pull a dress down from the hanger but then catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror and wonder how long it would take me to shower.
I can’t go down there without one, can I? What if everyone in the bar can smell kinky sex wafting from me? My reflection makes me laugh, I can’t help it. Thinking how this all must have looked, the guys leaving the room, me in this robe, the crazy sex hair I’ve got going on. There’s no way it didn’t look like I was the star of
my own mini-orgy in here.
Blair didn’t think so though, did he? He didn’t even entertain the idea when I called Finn and Cohen my harem. Even with all this evidence staring him in the face, he couldn’t look at me and see anything more than what I became for him. A stable little fiancée who wants to work in his law firm until I pop out his babies and be there for him in any way I can.
He doesn’t know and what’s worse, he doesn’t care about my wants, fantasies, desires. To Blair, I’m someone to fuck the way he likes when he’s horny. That’s it.
“Fuck taking a shower.” My eyes glint under the vanity lights. Grabbing an elastic off the counter, I quickly flip my hair up into a messy bun and let my robe drop to the floor. A pink line of permanent kisses mark my collarbone and a rush whooshes through me as I relive how Finn gave them to me while Cohen was slowly opening my ass with his cock.
In seconds, I’ve got some clean clothes on, I go with my black jumpsuit instead of a dress. For some reason, it makes me feel tall and strong. After Blair made me feel so weak and small, I could use a little of that.
With my sandals on and my purse in hand I take a deep breath and nod at myself in the mirror. My eyeliner is a little ringed under my lashes, but I’m hoping what would be called a raccoon eye in the day plays off more like a smoky eye at night.
The walk down the hall is long. I want to march the whole way, determined and unafraid to speak my mind to Blair. However, my brain has other plans for me. I mean, just over a week ago, I thought I had my entire future planned out. Everything. The job, the man, the family, the plan.
I push the elevator button and it slides open immediately. I step inside, lost in my head. Can I really say goodbye to everything I thought I’d ever have? To everything I ever thought I’d be in this life? Can I let go of Blair when my life with him has been the only identity I’ve known for so long?
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