Page 44 of Scandalous

When the message is marked as delivered and we start rolling down the tarmac, I shut it down and slip it into my pocket. Leaning my head back, I look out the window and smile.

Soon. Very, very soon, I’ll have my hands on her. If she lets me.

Eleven

Iwake up slowly, the sun streaming through the window. I’m pinned between Drake and Liam and I can’t help but smile. Drake’s curled up behind me with his hand holding my breast, and Liam is in front of me, his head tucked between my chin and chest with his arm over my hip.

The desire to stay here for the rest of the day rides me hard, but my bladder is screaming at me. Gently I move Liam’s arm from over me, then do the same to Drake. Slowly, I sit up and slide down the bed until I can get up. Standing, I turn toward the bed and smile. Even while passed out, they are mouthwatering.

Turning, I head to the bathroom and do my business. Staring at the shower, I say fuck it and turn it on. I don’t have a hair tie, and I don’t want to get my hair wet, so I wrap it up into a loose bun on the top of my head. Not ideal, but it will do. Stepping into the shower, I wash my face and use one of the guys’ body washes and loofah. Shutting off the shower, I step out and dry off with a towel and wrap it around my body. Spotting a hotel toothbrush, I grab it and borrow some toothpaste and brush my teeth.

I look into the mirror and smile when I see the love bites all over my chest, neck, and shoulders. My cheeks are flushed and my eyes seem brighter.

The power of orgasms.

Quietly, I open the bathroom door and leave the bathroom. The guys are still racked out on the bed, so I tiptoe out of the room, snagging a discarded T-shirt along the way. With the bedroom door firmly shut behind me, I drop the towel and slip the shirt on.

Coffee. Need coffee.

Walking over to the desk, I grab the menu. After looking it over, I pick up the phone and order a bunch of breakfast food, coffee, and tea, not knowing what the guys will want. For a second I worry about whether or not I should have charged so much to their room, but I rationalize that I will offer to give them money before I leave. It’s not like room service will take my card. Content in my justification, I move over to the couch while I wait for the food to arrive. The sun is coming up over the neighboring buildings from outside the hotel window, making me smile. It’s beautiful.

Leaning forward, I grab my purse from the coffee table. I have no idea how it made it there, but when I don’t see my dress on the floor any longer, I realize one of the guys must have gotten up to straighten up out here.

Pulling out my phone, I try to turn it on.

Dead.

“That’s great,” I murmur to myself.

I have no idea how my post that Holland put up for me is doing. For a brief second, I panic, but then I take a deep breath.

It’s kind of nice not being reliant on my phone. This is the first time in years that I’ve been able to just relax.

I place my phone back in my bag and remind myself to charge it before work.

Turning on the couch, I tuck my legs up underneath me and stare out the window at the rising sun. Between staying out a little late and the guys keeping me up late, I didn’t get much sleep, but my internal alarm woke me up like it does every single day. My mind is always working on the next task.

My thoughts wander to yesterday. I honestly don’t know the last time I had that much fun, or if I really ever have. Usually when you meet someone for the first time, things are a little tense. You don’t know how to act around them. With Drake and Liam though, that didn’t happen.

Right off the bat, we clicked. It was like hanging out with people I’ve known my entire life. We laughed loudly, smiled often, and teased each other relentlessly. I was relaxed all day and never felt like I had to be something I wasn’t, unlike when I met some other influencers. It truly was a perfect day.

Then last night everything changed. Their touches were more possessive, the heat in their eyes undeniable. Sexual tension charged the air until it bubbled over and I don’t regret it, not one bit. I’ve never been with more than one person during a sexual experience until them.

I thought it might be slightly awkward on my part but they made it feel as easy as breathing. I fucking loved it. It was a sensory overload in the best sort of way. When I had heard people talking about having threesomes before, I always wondered how they balanced it all. How did they make sure they were giving each person equal amounts of attention?

What Drake and Liam quickly showed me is it’s not about making sure you divide the time up evenly. It’s about giving and taking what you want. No one was ever left out and I truly had all of their attention.

The way Liam’s lip piercing felt against my lips, or the way Drake’s tongue ring felt against my skin. I never saw the appeal of piercings, but I get it now.

Fuck me. Just thinking about it makes me wet.

When can we do that again?

Eyeing the bedroom door, I can’t help but rub my thighs together. It’s tempting to get up and go wake them up for a little fun before I leave.

Let them sleep. They probably have jet lag.

Sighing, I let logic win out, and I push away thoughts of sexy times.

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