Page 19 of One Last Memory

Bailee’s grin was all the answer we needed. Mason settled behind Angelo, his fingers working him open with practiced ease. Angelo grunted, his head dropping to Bailee’s chest, his lips grazing her skin. “Holy fuck,” he muttered, his voice trembling. “I’m gonna come too fast if you do that.”

I laughed, leaning in to kiss Bailee’s jaw. “Good. Then I get to have her.”

Laughter rippled through us, a brief, bright moment before Bailee let out a whole moan as Mason slid into Angelo. The motion pushed Angelo deeper into her, his hips snapping forward, and fuck, it was glorious. Bailee’s eyes fluttered shut, her body rocking between them, her hands clutching Angelo’s shoulders. I stayed close, my lips brushing her temple, her cheek, drinking in every sound she made.

Angelo lifted his head, his eyes meeting mine, then Bailee’s, and he kissed her, desperately swallowing her gasps. I watched, my own cock straining against my jeans, the sight of them burning itself into my memory. This wasn’t just a moment. It was everything and I wasn’t letting it go.

BAILEE

Igasped,mybodytrembling as Mason drove into Angelo, the force pushing Angelo deeper into me, his cock filling me with a heat that made my vision blur. My screams tore from my throat but Benji’s lips were there, swallowing every sound, his kiss a hungry anchor as pleasure roared through me.

It felt amazing, their bodies moving with mine, a rhythm that was both primal and perfect. My orgasm coiled tight in my core, a wave building higher with every thrust, every touch, until it crashed over me, shattering me into a thousand blissful pieces. I cried out, my nails digging into Angelo’s shoulders and Benji’s hair as my body clenched around Angelo, pulling him under with me.

Angelo grunted, his voice rough and reverent. “Fuck, Lee, you should feel how Mason’s cock feels inside me—tight, so fucking good.” His words sent a fresh jolt through me, and then he exploded, his release hot and pulsing inside me, his hips stuttering as he rode out his climax. Mason gripped Angelo’s hips, pulling him back to the edge of the lounge, his cock falling from my pussy. And then Mason started pounding into him, Angelo’s hands white-knuckling the edge of the lounge as he gasped, his face a mix of pleasure and surrender.

Benji’s arms gently wrapped around me despite the chaos, pulling me into his lap as he sat on the lounge. I wasn’t sure when he’d shed his clothes as he guided me onto his cock, my slick heat stretching to take him in. Straddling his lap, I clung to his shoulders, my body still trembling from my first orgasm, and he murmured, “Watch them, baby girl. Look how well Mason’s taking care of Angelo.”

I grinned, my gaze locking on the sight before me—Mason’s muscles flexing as he drove into Angelo, Angelo’s head thrown back, his moans filling the air. It was erotic, raw, and so fucking beautiful, like a painting I’d never forget. Even as I came down from my high, Benji’s hips pumped up into me, driving me toward a second orgasm. I was blissed out, my head spinning, and Benji leaned forward, his lips grazing my neck, his breath warm against my skin. “This still okay?”

I nodded, my eyes fluttering as I watched Mason and Angelo, the heat in my core building again. “Yeah,” I whispered, my voice barely there. “So, okay.”

Mason came with a low groan, his hips snapping against Angelo’s, and Angelo collapsed over the side of the lounge, laughing as he slipped to his knees, his chest heaving. I chuckled, the sound mingling with a moan as Benji’s thrusts grew harder, more insistent. Mason slid onto the lounge beside Benji, his hand cupping my face as he stole my lips in a kiss that was all heat and possession. I pressed a hand to his chest, grounding myself even as Benji fucked me from below, his cock hitting every perfect spot.

“Still okay?” Mason asked, pulling back just enough to search my eyes.

I felt Angelo saddle up on Benji’s other side. “Are you guys gonna keep checking in with me?” I asked, half-laughing, half-moaning as Benji’s rhythm pushed me closer to the edge.

Angelo dipped his head, his lips closing around my breast, his tongue teasing my nipple. “Always,” he murmured against my skin, and I shattered again, my second orgasm ripping through me as a finger found my clit, circling with just the right pressure. I screamed, my body convulsing, the mess of cum and my release mixing as Benji groaned and exploded inside me, his hips jerking as he held me tight.

For just one night, I’d let myself feel—every touch, every kiss, every pulse of pleasure. But as I caught my breath, a quiet fear crept in. How was I supposed to go back to normal after this? After them? I didn’t know, and for now, I didn’t want to. I just wanted to stay here, lost in the heat of their arms, where nothing else mattered.

BAILEE

Iwassore,butthe good kind of sore. The kind of sore that reminded me of the ache between my legs and the heightened sensations was a result of letting myself feel. I felt drunk and delirious on happiness. For the first time in a long time, I washappy. I didn’t want to shut myself in my room and write my life away. I wanted to cherish it. I wanted to keep it. I wanted todo it again.

We had moved around in the last fifteen minutes, the aftercare these men provided coming with warm clothes and blankets while they held me on the floor, Mason and Benji on either side of me, Angelo between my thighs, looking just as fucked out as I felt.

However, my heart sunk into my stomach as I realized the implications of this night. They made me realize all the things I was missing out on based on the box everyone stuffed me into. I was fragile. I was unstable. I wouldn’t be able to handle it. That’s what everyone told me and so I conformed. I molded myself into this little box to please everyone else.

And everyone was pleased, more or less, except for myself.

“Sweetheart?”

My body tightened as a hand dragged down my bare stomach before I remembered where I was.Right. In the back of Angelo’s club. With three beautiful men.The reality of my situation began to sink in – these men had just taken me for a ride, but they couldn’t possibly-

“She’s in her head again. Lee, sweetheart.” Another hand caressed the side of my cheek and I turned to face the body attached to it. Another naked man was pressed against my side and I heaved a deep breath as I stared into his eyes. “Lee, stop thinking so hard. We’re not messing with you. This isn’t some big joke. Stop waiting for the other shoe to drop. We aren’t expecting anything from you other than maybe a few goodnight kisses.”

“But-”

Angelo rested between my legs before surging forward to steal a kiss. “I could-”

Benji shot him a glare but I knew the end of those words – ‘I could get used to this’. The problem wasn’t that I didn’t want to hear them. The problem was that Icouldget used to this. But I was only here for a few more days before I had to return to my boring ass life, ruled by my parents and a therapist.

“What’s going on in that pretty little head of yours?” Mason stroked my cheek from the other side and I shivered from the care that rang through his tone.

I bit my lip, someone’s thumb tugging it from my teeth before Benji angled my head to kiss me. God, this was too good. Their attentions were on me, no other distractions in sight. I really didn’t have to be a passing ship in the night, did I?

“Um… what if I just… didn’t go back?” I couldn’t tell if the stillness in the air was a good or bad shock. My words were too impulsive but it felt right. I think I deserved one impulsive decision. My mind ran at hyperspeed as I sifted through my options. Thinking about this while we were all naked was a bit strange, but I needed to do this. If not now, when? I could find a job out here and set up residence and…

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