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Eventually, Emerson pulls me off of him and lays me between the two of them, and in this moment all I can think about is how lucky I am to be here.
They each drape an arm and leg over me in some kind of protective, comforting effort, and I couldn’t feel more at home. But the panic is quick to show its head when I think about how attached I could get to this feeling.
To them.
Together.
This is all for fun.
We’re just on vacation, having a good time.
Feelings aren’t supposed to be getting involved… at least my feelings aren’t.
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CHAPTER 14
SLUTTY CARWASH
LILIANA
I’m finishing up in my salon suite after a week of entirely too many clients. In fact, the amount of work I’ve had to do this week should be illegal after a tropical vacation.Especiallyafter a tropical vacation where I got fucked into oblivion by two insanely hot hockey players.
But… a girl’s gotta work.
Despite how busy I was, my head kept floating back to the resort, and it was always at the worst times. Like during clients’ appointments. One flash of the memory of being between Emerson and Dominic and I’d be blushing like a virgin in a whore house. And it didn’t stop at just that one time between the three of us.
No.
The two of them stayed in my suite while we fucked like rabbits for the rest of vacation. Not a surface in that place was left untouched. Hell, we even fucked in theprivate pool, and the chairs were put to very good use as well. Even recorded a few more audios for Dom—which I can’t wait to listen to when he finally uploads them.
The joy I feel knowing random people are going to hear me get fucked three ways to Sunday, all while keeping my anonymity, has me practically jumping for joy.
I don’t want to remain anonymous because I’m embarrassed by what happened between the three of us, quite the opposite actually. I just don’t want it affecting Dom’s career as an erotic audio creator. A lot of his fans are wildly obsessed with him, and I don’t want to get between him and all ofthat.
We haven’t had the chance to talk about what happened yet, but we’re definitely going to need a group debriefing at some point in the near future. The guys had to jump back into their crazy hockey schedules, and my week at the salon has had me crawling to my bed by the end of every night. I was lucky if I even made food for myself. I don’t even want to admit to the amount of food I had delivered to me.
But now it’s Friday and I have the weekend off, and Brittany, my last client, mentioned there is a fundraising car wash just around the corner at the university. My poor Betty girl is disgusting, and she is in desperate need of a bath.
Yes, my old Honda Civic is named Betty.
So I decide I’ll be an adult for three-point-five seconds and get my ole girl washed off. Plus, it’s for a good cause.
That is my thought process until I pull up in the small line and see one of the shirtless guys in the shortest swim trunks I’ve ever seen holding up a sign that reads: Palm University’s Hockey Team. He flips it to the other side. It reads: “Get your slutty car wash here!”
Goddammit.
And of course, just as I’m about to bail because the first encounter I have with the two of them post-sexcationcannotbe at a shirtless car wash, a car pulls in behind me, boxing me in. My only hope is I get the other group of guys that doesn’t include Dom and Emerson.
But as the line moves forward I realize that luck isn’t on my side.
And what’s worse… the moment I see the two of them, standing in front of me, shirtless, water glistening across their muscular chests under the Florida sun, I forget why I didn’t want to be in their lane in the first place.
What’s a girl to do?
Sue me.
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