by Ophelia Bell
“You’re coming with us.” Maddox’s words sounded incongruous to the moment but his fingertips told her exactly what he meant. It didn’t take much. Her body tensed. She had nowhere to go as impaled as she was on the two of them.
The lights flicked in that instant. She spent a surreal moment wondering whether she might have actually died. Everything tingled, though, which meant she hadn’t at least. She felt utterly depleted when they left her, their departure feeling like a scythe slicing through their deep connection. Would she ever get it back? Would it ever be that good again?
She began to cry.
“What is it?” Lazaro asked, wrapping his arm around her. She glanced up to see Maddox’s concerned face inches from her own.
“Nothing… just crazy post sex weirdness.”
“I’ll fuck you again tomorrow if that helps,” Maddox said. “As long as we’re sharing,” he directed at Lazaro.
She groaned. “Let’s not talk about it now, alright? Tomorrow. Besides I’m sleepy.”
Lazaro chuckled. “She always gets sleepy after good sex.”
“Me too,” Maddox said.
She tried to ignore their banter, just wanting to sleep. Burrowing into the pillow, she tuned out the rest of their conversation, already oblivious when the two of them left the bed.
***
Celeste was a heavy sleeper so Lazaro suggested that they let her rest. He and Maddox went to pick up breakfast, chatting like the night before was distant history, even though Lazaro was sure Maddox thought about it as much as he did. The lack of awkwardness between them surprised him. Lazaro had expected the morning after to feel more complicated somehow, yet it didn’t. It felt as right as the moment in the tattoo chair the week before when Lazaro had first kissed the tattooist. Pieces fell into place and he found himself eager to find out what would happen next.
Back at Maddox’s apartment Celeste was still snuggled into bed. The two men both briefly contemplated interrupting her slumber for fun, but opted to let her rest. When Maddox started pouring tequila again, Lazaro stopped him.
“We don’t need that.”
“No, but it’s still fun.”
“I don’t need that kind of lubrication now to enjoy where this is headed.”
Maddox set down the bottle, rounded the bar, and laid a kiss on him that he believed could launch ships in the right era. It left him breathless and hard as a rock.
“Just so you know, I feel the same way about her, too,” Maddox said, giving Lazaro’s cock a playful squeeze as if to let him know he’d plainly noticed.
“I know. And I’m glad you do, otherwise things might get pretty complicated.”
“Man, I think they got complicated the day she came in for the tattoo.”
Lazaro chuckled, “Yeah, her pussy tends to complicate things, doesn’t it?”
Maddox groaned, “You have no idea. Actually, I’m pretty sure you do.”
The naked, tousle-haired object of their affection chose that moment to wake up and stumble toward them, wrapped in a blanket.
“Food? I thought I smelled food,” she mumbled, eyeing the assortment of containers on the counter.
They both laughed and Maddox proceeded to serve her breakfast.
She settled on the barstool Lazaro had occupied the night before. “Coffee?” she asked in a rough voice.
Maddox set a steaming cafe to-go cup in front of her.
“You guys are fucking saints. Or super heroes. I think I might still be drunk, but it might just be how you two rocked my world last night. I’m pretty sure I’m in love with the both of you. If you’ll have me.”
She sipped her coffee, gazing over the rim of the cup at the two of them.
“Babe, we’re a step ahead of you,” Lazaro said. “For once.”
She chuckled. “That’s what you think.”
Books by Ophelia Bell
Sleeping Dragons Series
Animus
Tabula Rasa
Gemini
Shadows
Nexus
Ascend
Rising Dragons Series
Breath of Destiny
Breath of Memory
Breath of Innocence
Standalone Erotic Tales
After You
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About Ophelia Bell
From fantasy erotica to sci-fi and contemporary, exploring the baser urges of the human psyche is what gets Ophelia Bell going. There’s nothing more beautiful than two people (or three, or four… or more!) lost in the throes of ecstasy. Skin on skin, urgent whispered pleas, the scent of sex and the salty taste of sweat. Nothing is more yummy than a good, juicy erotic story. If you have the same mindset you’ll love reading these books as much as she loves writing them.
Ophelia Bell spends her time in sunny Southern California with her very supportive husband and four attention-whoring cats.
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