Page 25 of Valkyrie Confused

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I all butrun back to my apartment, intensely aware of the sticky wetness between my thighs. My body reacted to the sight of the men naked in bed together, as if it weren’t still recovering from the world’s longest masturbation session.

What did I walk into?

Rather, what did I walk away from?

Both men seemed earnest in their offer. They would have gladly included me in the next act of their reunion, if only as a voyeur. And I turned them down.

The two hottest men I’ve ever seen in my life wanted to fuck in front of me, and I said,No thanks. I’m good.

I wanna smack myself upside the head, but I'm too busy catching my breath. So. Many. Stairs.

At least I can pretend the lightheadedness and shortness of breath are due to the physical exertion, and not because I’m as horny as I ever remember being.

I’ve seen Panos’s upper body before, and it’s gorgeous, but that cock?Wow. Who knew they came in that size? And Arnlaug? What does it take to maintain that physique? His shaft isn’t as long as Panos’s—I doubt anyone’s is—but he’s still bigger than I’ve seen up close.

To be pressed between them, to have them thrusting inside me while they alternate between dirty talk and sweet nothings…

Mmm…

This is awesome erotic-romance fodder. I should sit in my chair and write the hottest sex scene to ever titillate my readers. Instead, I head straight for my bedside table—yes, I’ve finally unpacked the rest of my stuff.

My phone buzzes with a text from Mia.Is the world going crazy on your side of the globe, too?

I’d say that’s an apt description of my current situation, yes,I send back.What’s wrong?

Her reply comes in almost immediately.Nothing is *wrong*. Just… Things are getting weird. Like your-books weird.

I chuckle.Tell me about it. But not now. Unless it’s urgent? If not, Skype tonight?

Sure. I’ll call you at six.

Her six. Which will be my 1 am.Better talk when you wake up tomorrow. I’ll be more coherent.

She sends me a thumbs-up and a kiss emoji, and I toss the phone in the first drawer, from where I pluck my trusty vibratorandmy favorite clitoral stimulator. Neither will cut it on its own today.

But do I work out my sexual frustration, or do I type it out? In this mood, I can write one hell of a sex scene between my three protagonists. Or at least the guys, while Malia watches. I have a setup for that in Chapter Seven, that currently readsINSERT SUPER HOT SEX SCENE BETWEEN THE MEN.

I put my little helpers back in the drawer and bring my laptop to bed.

The scene is narrated from Malia’s point of view, and the action is hot and heavy, but it lacks… something. It reads too mechanical without the men’s emotions, so I focus on what she’s feeling, instead of simply describing what she’s seeing. The excitement of witnessing such an intense, personal moment. The need to join them. The fear of getting caught, since—unlike me—she wasn’t invited to watch.

Ugh.Why didn’t I stay and watch?

Back to Malia. She’s peering in through a hole in the wall separating her motel room from theirs, and she’s touching herself.

A shiver unfurled down her spine, pebbling her nipples, and the fabric of her robe was suddenly too rough against the sensitive skin. Nymphs weren’t meant to wear such constricting clothing. Or to spend the night within four walls. They were created to be free.

And they didn’t allow shame to dampen their desires.

She undid her sash and slid the robe down her shoulders. The air felt cool against her skin, still damp from her shower. With her index finger, she followed a drop of water down her throat, between her breasts, and to her navel.

The drop stopped moving, but she slid lower, to caress the curls between her legs. They were damp too—as much with water as with her juices.

She slipped her finger along her slit, leaning closer to the wall. Pan was naked now, his body flawless and his cock impossibly big. He coated the shaft with something he poured from a bottle and positioned himself between Drolk’s legs.

Malia pushed two fingers inside her pussy at the same time as Pan pushed forward. Her breath hitched, and he snapped his head to the side, to look straight at her.

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