Perfect.
Nigel’s shudder and groan when I glided lube along his ass were delicious. I rolled on the rubber, and slid inside him as slowly as I could manage, given the need pumping through my veins.
Fuckthis felt incredible, all three of us chained together this way.
As I fucked Nigel, he matched my pace to slide in and out of Megan. I built us toward a frantic hammering. Harder. Faster. Feeling him clenched around me. Knowing he felt the same from Megan.
She made those delicious sounds again that meant she was coming, and Nigel’s entire body shivered and clenched in response.Godthis was incredible. He paused, but I didn’t.
His grunts grew more punctuated. The way he squeezed me said he was close too, and I reached around to cup his balls. To squeeze tight, and slide Megan’s juices over his skin.
My desire mounted. My pleasure. It sank in more slowly, as if my body was hesitant after my stopping right before I came moments ago. But as Nigel’s orgasm faded, my own rushed in. Climax spilled from me, and I pumped hard into him, gripping his thighs tight, pounding until I was spent.
The buzz lingered in my brain as the frenzied pace slowed to a stop. This was incredible—not just the sex, but the closeness in the room. The passion wrapped around all of us.
We took our time untangling from each other, and cleanup was as much play as it was effective. This was a kind of tenderness I wasn’t used to after sex.
I fucking loved it. Every minute of it. Every smile from Megan. Every brush of a hand or a hip from Nigel. It was all perfect.
“Now we can spend the rest of the night cuddling, right?” Megan asked.
Nigel shook his head, and it looked like it almost caused him pain to tell herno. “Soon.”
“Soon? What’s that? Why not now?” Megan grabbed Nigel’s hand and pulled him with her as she leaned into me.
I wrapped an arm around her, memorizing the heat of her skin pressed against mine.
“I didn’t have a chance to tell you earlier—Landon got himself a job.”
Nigel was exaggerating a little. He’d had something to do with it, but I liked to think my skill played a large part in the offer.
“What?” Megan looked back at me. “That’s incredible. Do you have to go to work tonight? Where? Can we wait? Is it bartending? Coding?”
I kissed her. “You have to pause between questions,” I murmured against her lips. “Or I can’t answer.”
“Besides,” Nigel said. “The asshole turned it down, so we have to call Elliot and tell him Landon changed his mind.” As he talked, he pulled his clothes on. “This is going to sound weird, but I feel awkward making that call when I’m naked.”
Megan looked between us, her eyes wide. “You’re going to work together?Yay.”
I’d almost given this up. Not just the job, but them. How much of an idiot had I been? And Nigel was right—accepting a job offer while I was naked was weird, and one of my jobs had involved me being largely naked. I couldn’t grab my shirt, because Megan had already pulled it on, but I found the rest of my clothes and got mostly dressed.
Nigel was already on the phone. “… I straightened things out… Really? You have to… Now? Why are you such… Yes, he’s going to do it… None of your fucking business…”
“They talk to each other like that a lot?” I asked Megan softly.
She nodded. “Get used to it. They’re basically our extended family.” She looked unconcerned.
I loved it.
Nigel handed me the phone. “Elliot needs to hear you say it. He wants to make sure I’m not putting words in your mouth.”
“Whatdidyou put in his mouth?” A tinny voice came from the phone.
“Nothing. Fucking hell,” Nigel half shouted.
I shook my head and took the phone. After a brief series ofhellosand other polite bullshit with Elliot, I said, “I misspoke earlier, I’m sorry”
“Don’t be. I’ll ask again—will you work for me?”