Page 110 of Winter's End

I kept up the light pressure across his neck as Travis started a consistent rhythm from behind. Cam matched it from below, his thrusts pushing into me each time Travis pulled out. Once again, I was a vessel for my men’s pleasure as they worked themselves to orgasm.

I couldn’t tell you who came first; I had become an astral projection, floating above my body as the last crash of oxytocin and uncut bliss detonated around us like some hippy Viagra love bomb.

Cam and Travis stilled inside me, lavishing me in sweet kisses from all sides.

I was lifted off Cam and laid down on the bed like a delicate doll. Travis left the room and returned with a warm washcloth, taking the task of cleaning up the copious amounts of cum from every part of me seriously.

I whimpered when he brushed against my clit, the nub so raw I was truly going to need sexual bed rest for the foreseeable future.

Worth it.

I opened my eyes at the sound of Quick’s boisterous laughter. His gaze had caught on Travis’ naked body, the metal dick adornment on full display.

“Nice piercing, bro. Could poke an eye out with that thing.”

Travis looked down at his penis jewelry and back up at him with a slow, scandalous smile.

“Nah, man. I just poke out orgasms.”

His errant comment caused me to erupt into a fit of choked giggles. Within seconds, all six of us dissolved into peals of uninhibited laughter.

That lightness carried us through the evening and into the next day. We were here, we were whole, and while our future remained unknown, we would see it through together.

That was more than enough for me.

“What do you mean, ‘it’s our house’?”

Hillary casually lounged on the teak wooden daybed beside me as we watched the boys play volleyball in her pool.

Or apparently, they were playing inourpool, since this wasourhouse.

“It’s pretty straightforward, Winter,” my beautiful blond best friend said airily as she shifted her floppy sun hat to cover more of her face. “Logan said you were looking at houses in this general area. I found a house that met all of your criteria, and I bought it. For you.”

I let her words sink in. This beautiful home did meet all our criteria; the large detached garage would fit all the boys’ toys; the private enclosed pool for Shane’s proposed orgy parties; six large bedrooms all on one level, all with their own attached baths; a huge open kitchen and living area for us to spend real time together, and a home office space for Logan.

In fact, now that I thought about it, I truly was an idiot. Why would Hillary own a home in Brenton, of all places? My bestie was random, and richer than God, but even that was a stretch.

“Hill, there’s no way in hell that we c?—”

“Before you protest,” she interrupted me with a perfectly manicured pointer finger in the air, “I’m going to put something into context for you.” She turned to face me, moving her hat to peer over at me with one exposed eye.

“Because of dear old Granny’s will, Logan lost out on a little over 300 million in assets.”

I choked on my martini with an astonished gasp. There’s no way Hillary hadthatmuch money. Did she?

No, that was beyond richer than God. That was Richard Branson kind of money.

As if hearing my thoughts, she removed her hat completely and stared me down. “Yes, I have that much money. The least I can do is buy you and Logan and your hottie harem a house. If you don’t like it, we’ll sell it and find you a new one.”

She turned back to the pool again and delicately placed the straw—or was it spun gold?—hat back over her face. “Don’t insult me, Winter. It’s a gift. Just name your first-born child after me or something.”

I blew out a pained breath and shook my head, knowing that resisting anything Hillary had her mind set on was a futile endeavor. Even if I was still completely floored she had bought us ahouse.

What the fuck do I get her for her birthday now?

“Any word from Kellan?” I asked instead, eager to hear more news about her tryst with the big man.

I had more than enough boyfriends, but Hillary deserved her fresh shot at happiness now that she wasn’t saddled with the weight of her ‘daddy’s’ expectations and back-corner marriage deals with a man she didn’t love. She’d filed their divorce papers yesterday and was on the fast track to becoming a free agent. Apparently, that had included a micro-minute sexcapade with Kellan.

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