Page 71 of Vail

I left Tahoe to lean in and kiss Hartley’s lips. “Thank you for taking him for a walk.”

“Of course. It gives me a chance to get fresh air.”

“Mr. Weathers, I believe Mr. Ayers has something he would like you to do,” Irene said with a completely straight face.

Turning, I glared at her. “Could you not?”

She shrugged and drifted to the elevator, taking the very obvious hint I’d need time alone with Hartley and Jordan.

“What’s going on?” Hartley asked.

“Nothing,” I muttered.

Neither of us missed Reghan chuckling. He got a glare from me too. He didn’t shut up like he did when Jordan cocked an eyebrow. Instead, it turned into a full laugh.

Hartley tugged on my sleeve. “Oh my god, you have to tell me now.”

“I came downstairs and thought you and Jordan were in the kitchen. I said something I shouldn’t have.”

Reghan was laughing so hard; he had a tear falling from one eye.

“What did you say?” Hartley prodded.

“That if one of you don’t put your hand on my dick today, I’m going to explode.”

“Holy shit, that’s fantastic.” He laughed. “Not you needing relief but that you said it to Irene. I wish I could have been here to see the look on her face.”

“She told him if she was younger, she’d help him out.” Reghan laughed.

“Oh my god.” Now Hartley was laughing just as hard.

The tap of shoes on the marble floor had me turning to find Jordan with his hands in his slacks’ pockets and his jacket off. He wore a white button-down under a navy vest that matched his slacks. “What’s going on?”

“I’m not repeating it,” I groaned.

Hartley did, which made Reghan laugh even harder. And Jordan, the jerk he was, smiled big enough that it curved his lips and lifted his beard. If I wasn’t so fucking horny from them not putting their hands on me where I needed them, I would have reveled in the sight. Instead, I dove forward until my lips crashed into his. Jordan’s arms went around me so he could kiss me soundly.

“I’ll just…” Reghan said a moment before the elevator dinged. He was gone in seconds.

“If you two don’t fuck me, I’m going to snap,” I panted against Jordan’s lips.

Hartley heated my back, his hands coasting down my sides. “We didn’t want to push you. You’ve been through a lot.”

“I have and I’m working through it, but it doesn’t impact our sex life any longer. I appreciate your consideration, but I’m so fucking horny I woke up thrusting against the damn mattress.”

“We can’t have that,” Jordan tsked.

“Move it!” Hartley called, pulling away from me, on his way to the stairs. “Vail isn’t the only horny one. I’m tired of fucking my hand.”

Jordan and I followed Hartley up the stairs, taking them two at a time. If I had the ability to fly, I would have. That was how hard my dick was. How much I wanted to have sex. It had only been a week and I was ready to combust. I understood their desire not to push me. They would have waited longer if I wanted them to. But I didn’t.

Gil wasn’t going to take anything else from me. I’d thought those words before, said them out loud. He was finally gone. He couldn’t hurt me any longer.

And no, I wasn’t in the least bit upset with Jordan. After what I saw, after how scared Cat appeared, I was glad Jordan was able to do what I never could. He took out a man who spent years tearing me apart bit by bit. Bringing me down, making me think I wasn’t worthy of anyone but him.

Hartley was naked and climbing onto the bed when we got into the room. His ass was beautifully on display. How fast did he strip?

Jordan and I shed our clothes, me quicker than him. I had a lot less on and only cotton to deal with. Every piece he shed, he dropped to the floor so he could tackle the next one.

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