Page 18 of My Ex-Fiance's Best Men
“Oh, fuck, this must be what heaven feels like,” I moan as August turns me over.
Theo and Dominic stay close, my hands splayed across their chests as they savor the view. August takes me from behind, thrusting into me hard, deep, and fast. I’m exhausted yet aching for another release. He gives it to me too, slipping a hand between my legs while the other stays anchored on my hip, keeping me in place.
I take it all like a good girl.
I’m high on their adoration, feeling like the most beautiful woman on earth tonight, basking in their desire, and coming over and over until it hurts so fucking good I can barely lift my head to look my lovers in their eyes.
“Fuck, you feel so good,” August groans as he drills into me.
Harder, deeper, faster.
Dominic reaches down and cups my face. “Come again, Phoebe. You want to. I can see it in your eyes.”
“Oh, fuck, almost there,” I manage as August’s fingers flick my tender clit until finally, I break again. “Oh, yes!”
I collapse in Dominic and Theo’s sculpted arms, covered in sweat and afterglow as August fucks me until he unleashes with a guttural growl.
“The night is still young,” Theo’s voice trickles into my ear, words reminiscent of earlier.
He’s right.
According to the bedside clock, we still have plenty of hours until sunrise. Plenty of hours to devour each other until there’s nothing left. Until my past becomes nothing more than a hazy, bitter memory.
Because my future suddenly just got a hell of a lot more interesting.
5
AUGUST
Last night feels like a dream. I’m still reeling, unable to wipe this satisfied, loopy grin from my face. Neither can Dominic or Theo, from what I’m seeing as we sit at the breakfast table.
“Phoebe’s honeymoon invite video has blown up even more since it first aired,” Theo says, swiping through his social media feed.
We’re sitting at the table enjoying coffee and a protein-packed breakfast while getting the least favorite part of the day out of the way: checking email and social, then letting our marketing department handle everything else. This way, we know what they’re talking about whenever the PR execs inevitably reach out for one thing or another.
“Of course, especially after you said yes,” Dominic replies with a cool smile.
I pour more coffee in my mug, savoring the scent of an Ethiopian roast. “Giving this place a ten for their coffee,” I say. “And their room service.”
“I certainly enjoyed coming out on the patio to find this feast waiting for us,” Dominic agrees.
It reminds me of home. Our old home, when Dominic and I were living with our parents. Our mother was still alive. Our father was a happy, joyful man.
Theo’s phone pings. “And the replies keep pouring in,” he mutters as he loads his plate with a little bit of everything. “Of course, Georgina had to pitch in.”
“Naturally,” I chuckle dryly. “And what does Georgina have to say?”
“That she always knew Matthew could do better and he shouldn’t have settled for Phoebe,” Theo replies. “Crystal chimed in with some laughing emojis.”
“Great family, right there,” Dominic scoffs. “No wonder Phoebe is so conflicted, so at odds with herself.”
It damn near breaks my heart.
“Little does she know that she’s the best Baldwin there is,” I say.
“Her father would’ve never allowed this to happen. I didn’t know him personally, but I’ve read about him. I’ve seen the interviews,” Theo says, shaking his head in dismay. “Plus, I’ve spoken to plenty of people who were friends with him. They all said the same thing. The man was a hard ass in business, but solid as a family man. Never differentiated between his daughters. Doted on both, spoiled his wife rotten.”
“Don’t even get me started on Helen,” I scoff. “What she’s doing now, it’s?—”
