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He moans, burying his face in the back of my head.
I can’t catch my breath. It’s happening. My eyes begin to close, but Brody’s deep voice commands my attention.
“Don’t leave. Stay here.”
My lashes flutter open, staying with him as the first wave hits me. I suck in a breath as I go rigid, holding on to them for dear life.
Then I come. My body explodes.
Brooks’ cock is still pulsing in my ass as my mouth opens to scream. But Brody steals my breath and kisses me, muffling my release with his own as I cover Brody’s cock with my lust. He groans into my mouth, viciously digging into my hip as his cock releases warm cum into my pussy.
I’m trembling, tears running down my face as Wells whispers, “Oh fuck,” and lets go just as he forces Brody’s face over his shoulder. Their lips press together, and Wells comes hard, hugging me as well.
We lie there, silent, our bodies still contracting as we come down from the highest of highs, breathless and euphoric.
Nobody keeps track of who’s kissing who as lips touch skin and hands brush hair from sweaty foreheads.
I lick my lips. “That was incredible.”
As I say it, Brooks pulls out, and I gasp over what he says.
“It was better than incredible.”
Brody growls out a sigh as Wells says, “Sorry, baby,” pulling out of him too.
Brooks and Wells roll off the bed, but they’re back within seconds, armed with warm washcloths.
Brody and I haven’t moved. We’re still staring into each other’s eyes, sharing gentle kisses as he grows soft inside of me.
We should do this every daysits at the tip of my tongue.
A week ago, I wouldn’t have thought twice about saying it, knowing that we had time in front of us.
But I leave tomorrow.
AndI think I mean it.
Which is currently really fucking with my head as I stare back into his beautiful mismatched eyes.
“You’re beautiful,” I whisper, feeling a wave of melancholy hit.
Fuck.
Wells and Brooks gently clean our bodies before Brody pulls out of me and puts a new washcloth between my legs.
“Thank you,” I say, watching them drag their shirts over their heads before they offer me my own.
Brooks cages me in on the bed, keeping me flat on my back as he kisses each of my nipples. “Get dressed. We’ve got a sunset to watch.”
I nod, still just watching them—the way Brooks walks over to Wells, who puts his hands on Brooks’ waist before he kisses his neck, then slaps his ass. And I watch Brody stretch before he drapes his arms over Wells, hanging on him.
“Get a move on, Cherry,” Wells throws out as they smile at me.
I return the gesture, but it feels a little forced because I’m fucking leaving tomorrow. But I don’t say any of that. I just say, “Yep. I’ll be right there,” and watch them leave before I get dressed and try to act like I haven’t entered the biggest spiral of my life.
The wind whips, sending my hair across my face. I laugh, brushing it away before Brooks pulls me into his arms. He’s warm and too familiar.
But still, I snuggle against his warm body as Brody passes more of the blanket we’re all sharing.
