Page 66 of Beneficial Misfortune

With a sigh, I finally give in.

“How does sharing work?” I ask before I realize that's not exactly what I should have asked. I get how it works; I remember how well Desmond and Alex were able to share me, like a well-oiled machine that was made to suck all the pleasure from me.

“Is there a time schedule? Am I with you sometimes and Desmond others? What about Addison? What would she think ifshe saw Desmond kiss me and then her father? And speaking of Nathan, if everyone shares, why did he only watch last night?”

Alex smiles, and it’s not just his usual shit-eating, sexy smirk; no, this is a full-blown smile that makes a dimple appear on his left cheek that I didn’t even realize he had.

He’s so fucking adorable.

“You really are overthinking this whole thing, Kat. I promise it’s not that serious.” His hands grip my hips as he talks. Lifting me just enough that it forces a sudden cry from my lips when he shoves me back down on his cock to punctuate his last word. “Sharing works however it works out. If I want to fuck you and Desmond wants to join, he can. If you decide you want it to be just you and Desmond or you and me, you tell one of us to get lost.” He continues to bounce me up and down on his lap as he explains, and I have to really focus to comprehend what he’s saying while he continues to fuck me.

“If you want to make a schedule, you can try that, but I doubt it will work. Des is going to lose his fucking mind when he learns you agreed to this. Boy’s been going out of his mind trying to keep his hands to himself the last few days, not that I can blame him.” He grunts as I begin to match his rhythm, letting his head fall back, but he doesn’t stop his movement, and it gives me the courage to keep doing it.

The idea of a schedule sounds a little silly when he says it out loud, and I decide that won’t be something I ever suggest again.

“There won’t be any jealousy?” I ask, my words choppy and voice rough as he continues to fuck into me, each thrust a little harder than the one before.

One of his hands slides up my back, the other still firmly holding my hip. He twists my long, wet hair around his hand and gently pulls my head back.

“If we have any problems with jealousy, that’s on us to deal with Cherry. We’re grown men. You just need to worry aboutyour happiness and make sure you let us know if anything changes or if we have any problems. It’s new to all of us, and it’s going to take some time to get used to it, but I know we can,” he groans, leaning in and nibbling at my neck. I dig my nails into his shoulders as the slight pain from the tug of my hair mixes with the light nip of his teeth and the pleasure of his cock slamming into me.

It’s all too much, and I can’t stop my orgasm from slamming through me or the sudden cry that’s ripped from me. Alex grunts, sucking hard on the sensitive skin of my neck, and I know it’s going to leave a mark, but I can’t bring myself to stop him as it only intensifies the pleasure.

Both of our breathing is labored, and when he finally releases the skin of my neck, I know he’s left a mark just by the way his lips twitch.

Asshole.

“You were made for us, Cherry.” He gently kisses the spot he just marked before moving to my lips. Despite him just fucking me and the wonderful orgasm he gave me, I can’t help but get lost in him, in the feel of his lips and our tongues as they tangle together.

Slowly, we untangle ourselves from each other, and I stand on wobbly legs for a moment before Alex has me sit on the bench and again washes me. I feel bad letting him, but I also don’t have enough energy to stop him right now.

“And what about Nathan?” I ask as we get out of the shower, and he towels me off with the plushest towels I’ve ever felt in my life.

Alex shrugs before pulling a towel around himself.

“My brother has always had a strange way of doing things. If you want to know something, I’m afraid you're going to have to ask him about it, love.”

He quickly presses a kiss to my cheek, telling me he’ll meet me downstairs before strolling out of my room with nothing but that towel slung low on his waist, water still dripping from his hair. Clearly, he has no issues with anyone knowing what we might have been doing. Not that I’d thought he would after last night, but still, I find myself feeling embarrassed at the idea of someone seeing him. It’s not as if I regret what we did. No, it was amazing…all three times, but despite the agreement, I worry I might make someone upset.

The memory of how Oliver accused me of sleeping with them plays in my mind. He’d been mostly wrong before, but I can’t help but remember how upset he’d seemed.

Ugh!

Pushing the memory aside, I get dressed, opting for shorts and a tank top. Today isn’t supposed to be as hot as yesterday, but it’s still hot, and I promised Addy we could play in her jungle gym, something I don’t think I should do in a dress.

I half expect to run into someone in the kitchen, but not only is the kitchen empty, but the sink is as well, which tells me we’re not the only ones who slept in. Not that I’m surprised. The sun has a tendency to drain you, and we spent a lot of time outside yesterday.

Taking advantage of the fact that I’m alone, I once again try my hand at the very excessive coffee machine and, after a few failed attempts, manage to brew my own cup.

I’d been so sure that I would never get the hang of it that I can’t help the little jump of joy as I watch the coffee drip into my cup, not noticing the eyes on me. A chuckle from behind me has me whirling around so fast that I almost lose my balance. It’s just a stroke of luck that I grab the counter to steady myself before I end up face-down on the floor.

Desmond stands in the doorway watching me, and I roll my eyes because, of course, he does. I need to learn to pay better attention to them so they can stop sneaking up on me like this.

Before either of us has a chance to say anything, Alex strolls into the kitchen, completely ignoring Desmond. He moves around me, swapping out my cup with his own and setting it to brew much easier than I did, earning a glare.

Show off.

Once his coffee starts brewing, he turns to face me with a smile that screams trouble. He reaches out, wrapping his arm around my waist and pulling me into his chest before pressing his lips to mine.

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