Page 50 of Too Many Beds

“You need to go back to your bed. This is your last chance. I won’t be able to hold back for long.”

He moans, turning all the way onto his side to push his leaking tip against my hip. Fuck. He smells so good too. Like honey and flowers. I’ve never known any man or woman to be so alluring, with his toned body and soft features. No wonder Ambrose has carried a hard-on for the guy all these years.

All resistance goes out the window when he slips a hand under my boxers, rubbing his palm up and down my length. The perfect mixture of gentle and rough, his fingers squeeze, adding the right amount of pressure.

Yeah, Ambrose is going to kill me, but at least I’ll take a short trip to heaven before being sent straight down to hell. My gaze goes to the still, snoring Mitch in the other bed and I slide down my underwear, giving the princess the room he needs to touch whatever he wants.

“Mmm. You’re so big.”

“Yeah? Why don’t you come closer and get a better feel, baby?”

Humming sweetly, Oakley slides halfway onto me, touching himself and me at the same time. Sliding my arm under him, I lift him more on top of me and claim his mouth with mine, gliding my cock along his, my fingers wrapping loosely around us.

His sounds of pleasure are muffled by my mouth and I slip a finger down his crack, teasing his rim. He ruts harder against me, our cocks rubbing together in perfect momentum against my palm. Pressing on his hole, I lift my hips, fucking harder against him, the friction causing heat to explode in my lower body.

He comes first, and I use the spurts of his release to glide my hand easier against us. My body shakes, my cock throbbing as I kiss him through my shattering orgasm. Our mouths break free, panting heavily.

“Does that feel better, little one?”

He sighs, slipping off me and turning to his side, his breaths shallow. Is he asleep?

Chuckling quietly to myself, I get off the bed and grab a wet rag from the bathroom. After wiping us both down, I carry him back to his bed and tuck him in before returning to my room.I quicken my steps when Ambrose tosses and turns under the blankets, sighing in relief when I’m met with more of his snores. I can’t believe I did that. Does Ambrose have to know? None of us keep shit from each other, and we never stray either—although it’s hard to think of it as straying when Oakley fits in perfectly so damn soon. The missing piece to our puzzle. And based on how he kept rubbing his needy hole against my fingers, bottoming is definitely looking like something he won’t be against. The one thing neither I nor the other guys have ever cared to do.

He’s more perfect than I realized. Ambrose knows it too and needs to stop fighting what’s meant to happen. I definitely no longer will.

If princess wants it, he’ll get it.

Chapter Four

Oakley

Morning light invades the room and I groan, rolling onto my back. In between stretches, I glance next to me and quickly sit up, Ambrose is nowhere to be found.

They didn’t leave me here, did they? Did I do something I don’t remember that made him realize I’m more trouble than I’m worth?

Glancing down, my heart jumps to my throat when I notice all of my clothes are missing. I climb out of bed, hoping I didn’t repeat the past mistake that caused me to lose my best friend. My sleeping issues worsen during stressful situations and right when I think I have my disorder under control, I’m wrong.The meds help sometimes but not always—especially not in new environments.

I freeze when the hotel door opens and Ambrose walks in with a plate of food in his hands, along with a coffee resting between his arm and body. “Morning, princess. Hungry?” He gives me a once-over, licking his lips when his gaze pauses on my half-hard cock. I have to be seeing things, right?

“Yeah.” I bend down, grabbing my underwear and pants from the floor.

“I’ll leave it here for when you’re ready. The guys should be back from gassing up soon. Once they are, I’ll head to the gas station next. Want any snacks?”

“Can’t you stop on the way to the cabin?”

His face turns to stone. “No. It’s not safe. There’s a chance these assholes who are after you are close by, and we don’t want to risk the wrong person spotting you. Men like these have eyes everywhere. Even on different continents.”

My heart jumps. “My dad promised I could have a normal life if I moved with my mom, far away.”

“And that’s his bad for promising something he has no control over. Get dressed and eat. We’ll be back on the road in an hour.” He heads into the bathroom and pisses with the door open. Of course my perverted mind goes to the wrong places, wondering whether I’d catch a glimpse of his cock in his hand if I walked closer to the mirror.

Taking a breath, I shove on my underwear, followed by my jeans and shirt. Then, fully dressed, I run my fingers through my hair and sit in the chair at the table. As I’m digging into my food, the sink turns on and off and Ambrose passes me by, setting down a burner phone. “Just in case you need me if at any time we get separated. My number’s in there. Don’t use it to call anyone else.”

“What about my mom? She was expecting me and she’ll be worri?—”

“It’s been taken care of already,” he interrupts. “She knows you’re safe and has been taken somewhere too.”

“Who did my father piss off this time?”

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