Page 190 of Unconditionally Yours
“She’s fine,” Jett grunts from across the room. He’s wiping himself off with a paint-smeared towel and glaring like he didn’t just come so hard his knees buckled. “She’s still mouthy.”
“I’m medically required to assess her post-scene wellness,” Rhys says.
“She needs a goddamn sandwich and a nap,” Benji says.
“She needs to come again,” Jett growls.
“Jett,” Benji warns, cradling me tighter. “You even look at her pussy before she has a snack and a snuggle, I will lay you out, bro.”
“You and what army?” Jett says.
“Me,” I croak, “and also the entire FDA, probably. I’m gonna need regulated care to come down from that.”
Benji chuckles and presses a kiss to my sticky forehead. “You did so good. You’re perfect. Proud of you. Let’s get you cleaned up.”
“Can’t move. Bones are optional,” I say.
Rhys disappears briefly and returns with a wet washcloth and a bottle of coconut water. He sits beside me and starts carefully wiping the mess off my thighs, efficient but with so much care I nearly melt through the floor.
“I’m feeding you next,” he says. “You lost at least a thousand calories. Possibly your soul.”
“Paint tasted like cake,” I say dreamily. “I’m okay.”
“I’m not,” Jett says, dragging a hand through his hair. “She took all of us like it was nothing. I’m fucking trashed.”
Benji’s arms tighten. “I don’t share well either,” he says softly to Jett, not mad. Just honest. “But I’m trying. Because she wanted it.”
“I know,” Jett admits, jaw ticking. “And I didn’t touch either of you. Didn’t even look. But, fuck, it’s a lot.”
“She’s worth it,” Rhys says quietly. “You both are too.”
They’re talking around me like I’m a priceless object someone just set off a museum alarm to touch.
Which… fair.
“Everyone hush,” I say. “I’m post-multi-pronged-deep-dick delirious and you’re all too pretty to process.”
Jett drops to the floor beside me, one hand on my hair, the other hovering like he wants to drag me into his lap. His voice is low and hoarse when he says, “Next time, I get your pussy.”
“Next time,” I whisper.
Rhys hands me the coconut water. “Small sips.”
Benji strokes my back. “Want me to carry you to the shower?”
Jett grunts. “Or to bed.”
“I’m gonna need a towel,” I say. “And three slices of cake. And maybe a cigarette. I don’t even smoke.”
Benji scoops me up like I weigh nothing. “You’ll get all that and more.”
Rhys follows us toward the bathroom, muttering about hydration.
Jett slaps my ass on the way past and says, “I call next round.”
Washed and dried, they carry me to the bed. I yawn so hard my jaw pops. Rhys tries to adjust the pillows behind me and I bat his hands away. “I am a goddess among men and I am so tired.”
“You’re fucked out,” Jett says, almost fond.
