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Cullen groans. It must be a universal sound, because I instinctively understand it means he’s about to come.
I say softly to her. “Want me to rub your clit?”
She nods.
I reach a hand between her legs. His cock drags against my finger. This is definitely a side of me I didn't know existed, but I have to focus on her clit. Her cries go almost instantly to a fever pitch, and she starts shaking.
“His cock’s so hard. Are you ready for him?”
Her moans and cries erupt with her climax. Purely for my own pleasure in keeping the upper hand, I say, “Go for it, Cullen. Fuck her.”
He starts to shake his head at me but his jaw goes slack, and he pounds into her, my body absorbing the thrust, and my cock goes hard again.
I didn't expect that. There's nothing I can do about it. I'm holding her with one arm and stroking her clit with the other, easing her through her orgasm.
I've never recharged so fast.
Cullen’s breaths are ragged as he finds his release. While she's in the throes of bliss, my balls tighten.
I don’t even try to stop them from coating her tits and belly. She's going to be a fucking mess.
Chapter 9
Starla
I've been to Cullen's house many times, but I've only dreamed of coming here as his lover. Yet here we are, all three of us.
Cullen stops at the threshold and lifts me into his arms to carry me across it. “Marriage will be a formality in a relationship like this, so let's get this right.”
Ryker throws his hands up. He was already bent out of shape that we were going to Cullen's house and not his. It’s closer and it’s less likely Dad will just show up.
Once we’re inside, I throw my arms around Cullen’s neck. “I’m glad I made you put a Christmas tree up if this is where I’m staying for the holidays. Will you plug it in, please?”
Ryker takes me from Cullen’s arms and helps me to my feet. In seconds, Cullen has the bright and colorful lights of the tree blinking.
I kick my heels off and shrug out of my dress. "I really need a shower."
They wiped me down with warm washcloths at the sex club, but I need a full rinse.
"Good thing I have a big shower. Let's go." Cullen reaches for my hand.
"No seriously, I just want to wash off."
"Shower sex is—" Cullen's words taper off. "An option when you’re ready."
I don't want to think about the fact that he was married once, but I also don't fault him for it. It was a long time ago, when I was just a kid. I've no right to think he could live his life waiting for me. And even if he hadn’t been married, he could have had sex, but he’s mine now.
He directs me to the shower, hangs a thick terrycloth robe on a bathroom hook, and makes sure I'm set before leaving me to myself.
I can't believe this is happening, and yet, it's everything I've dreamed of.
The black marble walls of Cullen’s spacious shower have a few empty shelves. Nice. Plenty of space for my things. I open his shampoo bottle and recognize the woodsy scent. Not what I’d choose for myself, but it’ll do for now.
The warmth of the water soothes my entire body—turns out, sex is more exhausting than I expected. Of course, I made a point to be an active participant.
I take extra time to remove all of my makeup and let the reality of the evening soak in. It was sketchy for a bit, but I got my Christmas wish—a dream life with my dream guys.
My sex is too tired for another round, but there are plenty of other things I’m eager to try. Guess I better get back to my new fabulous dream life.
