Damien seems to come back to earth, his eyes focusing on mine as he grunts and moves closer, wrapping me up in his arms.
Dominic huffs behind me but just puts an arm looselyaround my waist, tucking his face into the hair at the back of my neck.
It’s familiar and sweet, him being big spoon, a position we used to do all the time.
Sebastian walks out of the room but leaves the door open, getting settled on the couch.
I’m content when I fall asleep, unworried about all the issues that come with being with these men, because well, it’s never going to happen again.
Not ever.
Chapter Eleven
DAMIEN
When I wake up,I’m instantly disoriented. I’m not in my room, or my blackout curtains aren’t working, because sunlight streams onto my face.
I wrinkle my nose, slowly realizing I’m not alone in bed. Limbs are draped all over me, and the events of last night slowly dawn on me.
Shit.
What have I done?
My crush on Olivia Carter has been something I’ve fought with for years, and I throw away all that work in a moment just to have, what...an orgy?
I slowly try to move away from the tangle of limbs, but Olivia moans in her sleep, scooting closer to me.
I glance over to the other side of the bed, but Dominic is nowhere to be found.
He must have left late last night.
I lift my head and snoring comes from the living room, so Sebastian is out.
I relax when I realize it’s just me and Olivia.
It’s just me and her, and this is what I’m used to. Well, notwith Olivia, but still.
She feels so small in my arms, and I bring her closer, smelling her hair.
She smells like roses and sweet sweat, a combination that’s alarmingly pleasant to my senses.
I can’t stop thinking about what it was like having her bouncing on top of me, her considerable breasts in my face, her ample ass in my hands.
I let loose, let my hair down in a way I haven’t in years and years.
I hope Olivia doesn’t look into that and realize I’ve had a thing for her for most of the time I’ve known her.
I press my lips against the top of her head, and she stirs, her hand brushing up against my crotch.
My face floods with heat as I’m instantly hard.
Last night was a one-time thing.
I move away from her touch, but she just whines and getscloser, her breasts pressed against my side, one leg looped over my hip.
“Olivia,” I whisper, but she just shifts again, and I groan.
“What?” she mumbles, almost incoherent.