Page 85 of Gym With Benefits

Stunned gasps rippled through the front rows like a wave, the elegant socialites stiffening in their white Tiffany chairs. Amberleigh’s smile froze into a rigid, plastic mask. Jacksyn’s glass remained halted halfway to his mouth.

"Any successful marriage requires a foundation of complete honesty," a cold, smooth tone filled the marquee, absolute control over the room established in a single sentence. "And for that to happen today, it's important to talk about Amberleigh... honestly."

Jess sat frozen at table fourteen, her jaw dropping open as Hunter and Brock let out identical, wicked chuckles beside her.

"See, Amberleigh had a best friend in college," the narrative continued, my gaze locking onto the head table without a hint ofhesitation. "A woman who traveled all the way down here today, in fact. But Amberleigh failed to return the favor of loyalty. She chose to sleep with her best friend's boyfriend instead, spinning a web of lies that caused an incredible amount of pain."

The crowd went dead silent, the pristine fairytale illusion fracturing into a million jagged pieces right before their eyes. Amberleigh’s mother let out a high-pitched, choked noise from the front row.

The master of ceremonies activated his internal panic mode, his shiny dress shoes clicking loudly against the parquet floorboards as he made a bee-line for the stage. His hands extended out in a desperate attempt to grab the sleek metal casing of the microphone.

"And since we're auditing the accounts," my arm extended, a long finger pointing straight toward the middle section where a pale, terrified face attempted to blend into the floral arrangements. "That cheating boyfriend is sitting right over there at table six. His name is Carter."

The MC lunged, his fingers finally brushing the metal handle, but the objective achieved its full completion.

A rapid descent off the stage side brought my boots back to the grass lawn. My stride carried me straight to table fourteen, my hand wrapping around Jess's wrist to pull her out of her chair before the security detail could formulate a response. We hauled ass down the side aisle toward the service exit, the emerald silk fluttering behind her as she let out a breathless, wild laugh.

Hunter and Brock followed close behind, our boots pounding a chaotic rhythm against the planks. Passing the main dessert station, Brock’s hand shot out with expert coordination, swiping a massive three-tier slab of white frosted wedding cake onto a paper plate without breaking stride. Hunter grabbed a secondfork, both of them grinning like absolute maniacs as we burst out into the crisp Virginia afternoon.

Epilogue

Jess

The suite at the Omni Charlottesville offered a decadent sanctuary of dark walnut panels, heavy velvet drapes, and a sprawling king-size bed wrapped in high-thread-count white linens. It looked like a cyclone of expensive textiles hit the floorboards—Dane’s bespoke charcoal suit pants, Brock’s linen shirt, and my dress lay in a tangled heap by the marble entryway.

Right in the center of the white duvet sat our prize. The giant slab of stolen wedding cake rested on a cardboard room-service plate, the white buttercream frosting slightly smeared from our high-speed escape.

A wild, breathless laugh bubbled up from my chest as the four of us crowded together on the mattress, naked and buzzed on adrenaline. The sheer absurdity of the afternoon settled over the room. "I still can't believe you maniacs actually did that. You hijacked a high-society reception."

Dane leaned back against a stack of goose-down pillows, his long, sculpted torso relaxed while a dark, knowing smirk touched his lips. "Would you rather we sat in the corner and let the princess rewrite history?"

"Are you kidding?" My fingers scooped up a dollop of the rich frosting, sliding it into my mouth with a sigh of pure satisfaction."I enjoyed every single second of it. Amberleigh is a world-class bitch, but credit where credit is due—her cake is spectacular."

The domestic victory lap felt like the perfect culmination of a long, exhausting war. The lingering shadows of my past crumbled into complete insignificance against the weight of the three men surrounding me.

Brock moved in first, crowding my side as his mouth targeted mine for a deep, slow kiss that tasted of sugar and bourbon. Dane’s hands found my waist, his long fingers digging into my skin with a possessive grip that left no doubt about who owned the space.

Hunter slid across the mattress, his hands carefully lifting the cardboard plate to deposit it safely onto the bedside table to clear the field of play. "Cake time is over. Back to business."

Brock and Dane covered my skin in a barrage of warm, demanding kisses, their palms roaming over my hips and ribcage with an appetite that made my core liquefy within seconds. Hunter returned to the foot of the bed, his strong hands catching my knees to spread my thighs wide, creating a wide path before he dipped his head between my legs.

The hot, wet scrape of Hunter’s tongue against my sensitive clit made my spine arch off the duvet, a choked gasp escaping my lips.

"Eyes up, Jess," Dane murmured.

His hand angled my jaw upward, guiding my face until my parted lips met the velvet head of his erect cock. The thick length slid into my mouth, filling my throat with his heat while my right hand reached down to find Brock’s engorged shaft. My fingers wrapped around the base of Brock's dick, establishing a steady, sliding stroke that matched the slow bobbing of my head on Dane.

The men zeroed in on my pleasure with an absolute, singular focus. No selfish desires dictated the choreography; the sounds of my ecstasy provided the exact fuel they required to get off. They fawned over every twitch of my muscles, treating my body like a shared temple where my satisfaction functioned as the ultimate prize.

Hunter’s tongue struck the sweet spot with a lethal, pinpoint focus, sending a violent jolt of electricity straight up my spine. The pressure inside my lower belly expanded into a blinding white heat, a total neurological meltdown that made my entire body lock up in a high-voltage tremor. My mouth tightened hard around Dane’s shaft as the wave hit, the suction involuntary and desperate.

Dane let out a sharp hiss, his hands catching my hair as he slowly withdrew his length from my throat before I could take him over the edge. His thumb dragged across my bottom lip, wiping away a smear of saliva and thick pre-cum. "Easy there, babe. Don't eat me alive just yet."

He reclined flat on the mattress, his strong arms wrapping around my torso to drag my body on top of him. The transition left me facing up, my bare back pressed against the hard muscle of his chest while my thighs remained pinned wide. Brock moved over us instantly, his shadow blotting out the hotel ceiling lights.

The heat of Brock's erection nudged at my pussy lips while Dane’s thick tip aligned with my ass. The double penetration happened in a single, devastating surge. Brock drove deep into my front while Dane pushed all the way into my back, the simultaneous invasion stretching my internal walls to the absolute breaking point. A loud moan left my lips, the sensation of being plugged from both sides triggering a deep, primal rush of pure endorphins.

Hunter slid up the bed, his hard length right in front of my face. My lips opened immediately, swallowing his thick shaft down to the root. I was full, every single opening packed with the thick, throbbing heat of the men I loved. The absolute satisfaction of it erased the rest of the universe.