"Come again," Blake demands. "I want to feel you."
The second orgasm builds faster than the first. When it hits, I scream around Noah's cock, my whole body shaking. Blake follows with a shout, his hips stuttering as he empties himself inside me. At the same time, Noah tosses his head back and growls as his seed pumps thick and salty into my mouth.
We collapse together in a tangle of limbs. Jack pulls me against his chest while Blake and Noah press close on either side. Someone pulls a blanket over us.
"That was..." I can't finish the sentence.
"Yeah," Blake agrees, his voice rough.
"Definitely, yeah," Noah adds.
Jack presses a kiss to my forehead. "Sleep. We'll figure out the rest tomorrow."
I close my eyes, surrounded by warmth and the steady breathing of three men. For the first time in weeks, the guilt is gone. Replaced by something that feels dangerously like contentment.
Morning light filters through the curtains, pulling me from sleep. I'm warm and comfortable, pressed between solid male bodies. Jack's arm is draped over my waist. Blake's leg is tangled with mine. Noah's hand rests on my hip.
For a moment, I just lie there, savoring the feeling. Then a car door slams outside.
My eyes snap open. Through the window, I see a silver BMW pulling into Jack's driveway. A woman steps out, her blonde hair catching the sunlight.
Emma Lewis walks toward the front door, a key already in her hand.
20
JACK
I wake to the sensation of Mia's warm body pressed against mine, her dark hair splayed across my chest. Blake's arm is draped over her waist from one side, and Noah's hand rests on her hip from the other. The three of us form a protective cocoon around her, and for a moment, I just lie there absorbing the surreal reality of what we've become.
Did we really do that? Did I actually share a woman with two other men? Two other colleagues? Did I shareMiawith Noah and Blake?
Last night replays in my mind with vivid clarity. The way Mia looked at each of us with equal desire. The sounds she made when Blake entered her. The way Noah whispered her name like a prayer. My own desperate need to claim her even while sharing her with two other men. It all seems so unreal, as if it was a dream instead of a reality.
The arrangement should feel wrong. Every rational part of my brain insists it's wrong. I'm forty-five years old, a school principal, and a man who's built his reputation on propriety andcontrol. Yet watching Mia's peaceful face in the early morning light, her lips slightly parted in sleep, I know with absolute certainty that I'd rather have part of her than none of her.
The possessiveness I expected to feel has transformed into something more complex. Yes, I want her to be mine. But I also want her to be happy, fulfilled, and loved in all the ways she deserves. If that means sharing her with Blake and Noah, then so be it.
A car door slams outside.
The sound cuts through the quiet morning like a gunshot. My eyes snap open fully and I notice Mia's do too. She stiffens against me, her blue eyes wide with alarm.
"What was that?" she whispers.
I turn my head toward the window and my stomach drops straight through the mattress. Emma's silver BMW sits in my driveway, gleaming in the morning sunlight like an accusation.
"Shit." The word comes out strangled. "It's Emma."
Mia bolts upright so fast she nearly headbutts Blake. "Your daughter? Here? Now?"
"Apparently." Panic floods through me, cold and sharp. I shake Blake's shoulder roughly. "Wake up. Get up!"
Blake groans and rolls onto his back, his eyes still closed. "Five more minutes."
"We don't have five seconds." I lean across Mia to shake Noah. "Get up. Both of you. My daughter's here."
That gets their attention. Noah's eyes fly open behind his glasses, which are somehow still on his face despite everythingwe did last night. Blake sits up so quickly the sheet falls to his waist, exposing his muscular chest.
"Your daughter?" Blake's voice is rough with sleep. "The one who hates Mia?"