Page 26 of Clueless
TWELVE
LAUREN
Princess treatment during the day?Immaculate experience.
Princess treatment at night? Equally fantastic.
But princess treatment after you’ve just been ruined? The best thing to ever happen.
Even if it’s a first for me.
Post-shower and hair scrubbing to get the smell of chlorine and sex off of me, I lay in a crumpled ball in one of Sean’s T-shirts and boxers, staring up at the ceiling of his bedroom—more exhausted than I have ever been in my entire life. Sean and Noah both lay on their sides next to me, watching me.
I give each of them a side-long glance. “I’m not gonna break into a million pieces, ya know.”
Sean moves his head from side to side. “You could.”
Noah slyly moves a hand down my stomach. “You know, you didn’t at the end. We can fix that now.”
I swat his hand away. “Okay, I might not break into a million pieces, but she absolutely will.”
Sean bursts out laughing. “She?”
“Would you prefer I call it a he?”
Noah’s head collapses on my shoulder. “Okay, both of you. No more. Stop talking. I take it back.”
Sean shrugs, even though a playful smile stays firmly on his face. “I’m pansexual, sweetheart. Call it whatever you want.”
Closing my eyes, a comfortable silence fits over all three of us as the exhaustion well and truly begins to creep up. So, of course, I have to break it and ask questions. “Hey, Sean?”
“Yes, beautiful?”
“Why do we always have sex in the middle of the night?”
Noah snorts into my shoulder, wrapping a possessive arm around my waist. My eyes don’t have to be open to know that Sean more than likely is rolling his eyes. He responds to my question with a question of his own. “Why do you always tempt me in the middle of the night? I’m the old man here. I have a bed time, ya know.”
That makes Noah pick his head up. “Okay, no. Daddy kink, sure. No old man shit. Hard no.”
“I’m turning fifty soon, dumbass.”
I can’t help the smile that covers my entire face at Sean’s response. “And we’re turning thirty soon. I probably need a chiropractor as much as you do.”
A harsh sequel leaves my mouth when Sean twists one of my nipples over his T-shirt, and my eyes pop wide open. I turn to him, aghast. “What was that for?”
“Because I can now.”
I squint at him.
“And you’re a brat. And I wanted to see those pretty brown eyes.”
“Didn’t have enough of them when you were choking me and demanding eye contact?” I retort back.
His answer is firm. “Never.”
I turn towards Noah. “How have you dealt with this man for ten years?”
Noah’s face turns downright devious. He leans down to whisper in my ear, “With his cock down my throat and filling my ass. He has lots of perks to him.”
