Page 69 of Trouble

“Feels pretty good,though.”

“Yeah,” he said, his gaze ghosting down to where our legs were tangled with hers. “That’s the fucked uppart.”

I wanted to ask him what he meant, but just then Audrey made a small mewling noise and her eyelids flickeredopen.

“Morning, love,” I said, swooping down to peck her mouth before she could regain herbearings.

“Sleep well?” Louis asked, pressing his lips to hers in a quick kiss as soon as I pulledback.

“Y-yeah. Thanks.” She looked from him to me, and then she fuckingblushed.For someone who’d spent a good solid hour-plus getting screwed silly mere hours earlier, it was pretty fucking adorable. You’d think once she’d had both our dicks in one go, modesty would be out the door, but apparentlynot.

“Did you? Sleep well?” She did her best to not look too much at us as she sat up, extracting herself as subtly as she could. Even her voice was detached, as if she hadn’t just woken up in the aftermath of a sex orgy. Would probably start talking about the damn weather any momentnow.

Louis let out a snort. “A prude ’til the end, eh, love? You’re actually trying to pretend like nothing’s out of the ordinary here, aren’tyou?”

I grinned, pushing my worries aside for later. I could always fret about what would become of this fucked up little love triangle of ours when shit actually had to be dealt with. Right now, in our little camp with reality pleasantly far away, I was going to enjoy what happiness came our way. And waking up with Audrey after an afternoon’s debauched sex? Yeah, that ranked pretty fucking high up there on things that were worth smiling about. “What’s the matter, love, not brushed up on your post-gangbangetiquette?”

Audrey’s blush turned crimson. She hid her face in both hands with a squeak that made both Louis and Ilaugh.

“Shut up! It’s not funny!” she hissed from behind herhands.

“It’s pretty hilarious, yeah,” Louis said. He sat up next to her and pressed a kiss to her shoulder. “Relax, love. It’s just us—there’s nothing to be ashamedof.”

“Easy for you to say,” she grumbled, still hiding behind her hands, but her shoulders seemed to relax a millimeter or two. “I’m not exactly used to… to this sort ofthing.”

“You think we are?” I was genuinely amused by her assumption that Louis and I woke up naked with a bird between us every otherSunday.

“Well…” Audrey finally lowered her hands to give me a shy glance. “Aren’t you? You seem so…comfortable.”

“Would you listen to that—bird thinks we’re complete perverts,” Louis teased. Then he sighed and stroked a hand up her back before snaking an arm around her middle. “We’re comfortable because it’s you, Audrey. Why be ashamed when what we did felt sogood?”

“Contrary to what you might think, we’ve not bedded a girl together before,” I added, trailing my fingers along her lower back in gentle circles. She seemed to relax a little under our touches, though the heat in her cheeks was still very much present. “Taken turns without her knowing, sure, but never likethis.”

“So… what you did to me, pretending like you were just one guy, that’snormalto you?” Her voice turned just a little sharp, and Louis shot me a dirty look behind herback.

“We’ve done a lot of shit we’re not necessarily proud of, Audrey,” he said softly. “But this? Not one ofthem.”

“Oh.” Audrey finally let her hands fall to her lap. “I… don’t know what to donow.”

“Don’t do anything,” Louis said, giving her a small squeeze. “It’s late. I’ll cook us some dinner, and we canjust…”

Pretend like everything is going to be okay.I knew what he wanted to say, but he didn’t finish. Saying it out loud would break the walls down around our small bubble of peace. On the other side of this waited a lot of death and heartache, but right now, we could have just a few moments where everything was all right. Just the three ofus.

“Okay,” Audrey whispered, and I knew she understood it, too. It was a silent pact—a pact to ignore all the horrors that awaited us for just a little whilelonger.

She lay back down, cuddling up against me when I offered her my shoulder as a pillow. Louis sighed happily and let his fingers trail over her full backside in a gentle caress. But when he dipped them further down, she jolted and shot him a glare over her shoulder. “I thought you were cookingdinner.”

“I was. But your pussy is so pretty.” The purr in his voice made my own cock stir with interest at the implied suggestion, but Audrey was having none ofit.

“Absolutely not! I’m starving, and I’m still really sore.” She crossed her legs for emphasis, and Louis pulled back with asigh.

“Fine, fine. I guess you earned a break.” He got up and stretched lazily, heading to the smolderingfireplace.

We ate in front of the fire and, when Louis’ wristwatch showed ten, we switched on the burnerphone.

It went off the second it caught signal, the loud ringing making all three of us jump. I gave Louis a quick look before I picked it up and pressed “answer.”

“Yeah?”

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