Page 47 of The Layover

The build-up was excruciating in the best way. Her body twitched against our intrusion. Clenched. Spasmed. And when she cried out in pleasure, I felt it. The sensation of her orgasm started in my dick and yanked an invisible cord that ran to every point in my body.

Diego and I were in sync—neither of us needed to say a word to know there was no reason to hold back. While Carly was at the height of her climax, I picked up the pace. Moving fast, fucking harder. As much as was possible in this position.

I lost myself in the sensations. The sounds both of them made… Carly’s hands on my chest… The way she dug in…Her nipples pressing into my palms even through fabric. And of Diego slipping with me and against me.

My pleasure built more slowly than if I were inside her alone, but when my balls tightened, it was still too soon. I wanted this to last.

I couldn’t, though. When I came, it was hard, intense, and enough to transport an entire galaxy to sparkle in my vision. Diego’s grunts said he was consumed by ecstasy as well, and coming hard. His deep grunts and groans were loud. All-consuming.

As the feeling ebbed, after I emptied myself, silence sank into the room. The world paused as the three of us stayed connected—sated—and grasped for our breath.

“How is it that the two of you chase my demons away, in real life and in my head?” Carly’s question was quiet.

“I could say the same about you.” I hadn’t realized how true that was until the words passed my lips. She stilled parts of my mind I couldn’t silence on my own. That even Diego couldn’t keep at bay.

Diego kissed the back of her neck. “Come home with us tonight.”

“Okay.” Her answer surprised me.

It was a bad idea to keep doing this, but I didn’t want to fight the pull to her. Not right now.

17

Carly

I shouldn’t have gone home with Raul and Diego, but their place was close, and they were safe and warm…

In the morning, I woke up to them talking in hushed, strained voices, a few feet from the bed.

“What’s wrong?” I asked.

Diego looked up, startled, but his expression softened quickly. “Ariana has food poisoning, and can’t take Eloise. Everyone else’s schedules are full too. We’re trying to decide which one of us will stay home with her.”

I couldn’t have that. Raul and Diego both needed to be on-site today for different reasons.

“I can stay here with her.” Whoa. What was I doing? I’d like to be on-site as well, but I didn’t need to be. Any work I had could technically be done from anywhere. That didn’t mean I should babysit.

“We can’t ask you to do that,” Raul said.

This was where I should say you’re right. You should stay. We can shift your schedule. “You didn’t. I volunteered.” Apparently I was determined to do this. “You both need to be there, I don’t. And I’ve watched kids before. I promise they’ve all come out of the experience with their fingers and toes intact.”

“Not exactly a screaming recommendation.” The way Raul raised an eyebrow said he didn’t find the same humor in my words that I did.

“Do you want my references?” Now I felt like I had to defend myself. So I could do a job I shouldn’t have volunteered for in the first place. “You’ve talked to Daria before. She trusts me with her children.”

Diego shrugged and glanced at Raul. “Pretty sure Daria doesn’t even trust people to borrow a pen, so that seems like a good reference.”

“If you’re sure you don’t mind.” Bless Raul for giving me one last chance to back out.

“I don’t.” And damn me. “Leave me with any instructions I need. Allergies, screen time, all of it. Eloise and I will have fun.”

Diego’s smile of relief was worth my offer. The soft expression that crossed his handsome, chiseled face. “Thank you.”

Before Eloise got home, I borrowed clothes from Raul, rather than taking the time to go back to my own place and change. His T-shirt was too big, and I had to tie the sweatpants up tightly and roll up the ankles, but it was oddly comforting to be wrapped in something that belonged to him, and it would keep me modest and ready for my day of childcare.

Raul’s mother came in with Eloise, handed the girl’s bag to Raul, and exchanged hugs with him and Diego. She said several things rapidly in Italian that I didn’t catch, including pointing at me more than once, and Raul replied in kind.

There. That was my name. I understood that one word. As Raul said it, he gestured to me. I understood his introduction, at least that was something, so I summoned a warm smile and offered my hand.

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