Page 123 of Beautiful Forever
Oh, no.
“Aleks, wait!”
But I’m too late. The beads start vibrating, and I orgasm instantaneously.
Full body, moaning like a whore, orgasm right in front of him.
I’m going to kill Hendrix.
Or kiss him.
Dear god, it feels so fucking good.
“Button,” I gasp.
“What?”
Gripping the hearth, I clench my thighs together tightly. It just makes things worse…or better.So much better.“Press…the…button!” The vibrations get more pronounced, and a second orgasm comes crashing in right on top of the first.Fuck yes!“Not that one! Press the other button!”
“That’s what I’m doing!” He panic-presses the button in quick succession, turning it off and on and off and on.
Collapsing back onto the cushions, I’m rendered a moaning, writhing mess as I climax a third time.
“Are you?—”
My back arches, and I fist the blanket. “Yes!Yes yes yes!”
“Oh, fuck.” He throws the remote on the floor and stomps on it, breaking it into tiny fragments.
Not caring if I flash him, I dart up on shaky legs and stumble into the kitchen. “Hendrix Knight!”
My feet slide across the floor, the rose petals stuck to them like makeshift ice skates, and I careen into the counter island. Hendrix is nowhere in sight. But left on the island is a bouquet of wildflowers, three cloche-covered platters, a bottle of expensive red wine, two wine glasses—and another note.
And this is where understanding thwacks me in the head. They set this whole thing up.
Snatching the note, I read it, this one in Tristan’s handwriting.
We said we weren’t going to meddle, but it’s been three weeks. It’s time to tell him. We love you.
You don’t have to be afraid, Hendrix had said to me.
Your heart is so fucking huge, sweet girl, there’s enough room in it for all of us.Constantine.
A teardrop slips free and falls onto the paper, blotting the letters ofloveand making them run. Tristan, Constantine, and Hendrix are the most amazing men. Their selfless love knows nobounds. How did I ever get so lucky to find my soulmates when I was four years old?
“Syn?”
Spinning around, I hide the note behind my back. “What?”
“Are you…uh…okay?”
After three orgasms? Oh, yeah.
I nod. “Mmm-hmm.”
“That was, um…” He takes a wary step forward, his eyes darting around the kitchen. “Need me to hold him down while you kick his ass?”
“He’s not here. How are you?”
