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Snarls and tangles pulled at Jamie’s scalp as she ferociously combed. “Is there anyone in this house who wasn’t fucking like an animal tonight?”

“Out of everyone who came here tonight?” Etta grinned. “No. And who would have it any other way?”

Chapter 12

Gwenyth

Awoman who was not used to having one of her homes invaded was also a woman who had no choice but to sit in the front hall while her girlfriend tried to smooth things over with three sets of irate guests.

What an idiot. She didn’t doubt that Jem planned this whole thing. She liked shaking things up with her friends to see what would happen.

She was not disappointed with this weekend’s results.

“Jem, you big pile of…” Ira put a firm, warning hand on Jem’s shoulder. Every guest milled around the front hall, waiting for cars to pick them up. Or, in Ira’s case, waiting to give Jem a piece of her mind before getting in her car and driving off with her girlfriend. “You told us we would have the house to ourselves this weekend. Do you know how hard it is to have a romantic getaway when there are other guests up your ass?”

“What? Really?” The way Jem waggled her eyebrows made Gwenyth lower hers.I love her, but she can be a pain in the ass when she’s like this.Every Christmas she found someone new to play a holiday prank on. Gwenyth was glad her turn for such things was over.

“Don’t suppose y’all were literally up each other’s asses because that could be…”

“You idiot!”

“I’m serious…” Gwenyth turned her head, not surprised to find Kathleen and Eve standing near her, talking quietly – but not enough. Kathleen continued, “I haven’t been able to walk since Friday night. I spent all of yesterday in bed, and my everything is still sore…”

“I don’t wanna hear about your naughty bits,” Eve muttered back. “Think about me. I finally got that hottie in bed, and now she won’t talk to me. Says we had some fun but now she’s going home. Fuck my life. Thought I could at least take her on a proper date…”

“Oh, excuse me regarding your plight, but you’re not God’s gift to every woman.” Kathleen winced as she turned and shuffled toward the coat rack, grabbing a scarf she almost forgot. “And here I thought I hadn’t missed my girlfriend that much.”

“Jem,” Ira hissed, poking her friend in the chest. “After this weekend I feel like I need a pack of ice on my crotch. I don’t know whether to thank you or kill you.”

Gwenyth sighed, turning her attention to Jamie and Natasha standing on the other side of the entrance hall.

“Once again, I’m sorry about walking in on you like that…” Jamie’s face was almost as red as her winter coat, evoking a young and pretty Mrs. Claus. “I had no idea!”

“Don’t know how.” Natasha looked away, her blush taking over her fair complexion. “She went down on me for forty-five minutes, Jamie! I felt like I was dying!”

“To be fair, you sounded like it too.”

That was Monique, walking by with her Domme hot on her heels. Helen snatched their coats off the wall and helped her fiancée put hers on. Monique fluffed out her hair and slithered into her vintage fur coat. Natasha looked at them, horrified.

“You heard me?”

“Everyone heard you, Miss.” Helen tried to smile as she plucked her winter cap off the wall and put it on her head. “You weren’t as loud as Miss Joy was all night… nor were you as passionate as Ms. Allen… but, uh…”

“That’s enough, Helen.” Monique spared both Jamie and Natasha a friendly smirk. “Let’s not shift the blame for all the noise on one person. We were all a bit… excited.”

Gwenyth uncrossed her legs and shook her head.What, did they have an orgy in my house?It wasn’t her house in name, but she had been with Jem for over five years and felt like she could saymy house.Especially when it came to unruly guests.

“Let’s be honest,” Helen muttered, as she and Monique moved to the front door. “Miss Joy was the loudest of us all.”

“Shush.” Monique buttoned up Helen’s coat for her. Since she was a good foot shorter than her fiancé, it looked almost comical to watch her stand on her tiptoes and show Helen affection like that. “Some women scream, Helen.”

She opened the door, where their driver waited for them on the other side. The man nodded, entered the front hall, and picked up the heavy bags the couple brought with them.

“Perhaps you should scream more often, my dear. Could be good for us.”

“For us, she says.”

They stepped out, Helen calling for her sister.

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