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“Don’t think I didn’t see that,” I direct to the cage, then turn my attention to other matters. There’s a long waitlist for our membership, and with a space opening up soon, I’ll need to review carefully who we allow in next.

FIFTY-FIVE

ROSY

Caught loosely in sleep, I sway between drifting deeper and resurfacing. But my body impatiently tingles, demanding I wake and participate. Toes curling, my back bows suddenly as something wet and warm registers between my legs.

Though my eyes are still too heavy, I forcefully blink through it as a jolt of pleasure sparks through my hips. I squirm into the mattress beneath me as my breath catches. Daylight filters softly through the curtains in Nate’s bedroom, but I can barely take stock as I lift the duvet cover and glance down my body.

When an unexpected face blinks up at me, I have to muffle my surprised squeak.

This is not good.

Somehow, I’m going to get into trouble for this.

Glancing quickly to the side, I find Nate still sprawled on his stomach beside me. His face is cushioned on his pillow, but his hand rests on mine, just inches from my face.

Suction around my clit has my vision blurring, and my mind stutters as it tries to lull me back into the hazy pleasure. Lifting the duvet again, I glance down, ready to question what he’s doing here, but he raises a finger to his lips.

My mouth snaps shut.

Max offers me a quick wink, then dives back in between my thighs, his hot tongue swiping from the bottom up. He swirls around my clit, then shoves inside my opening. Somehow, having him trapped beneath the sheets ignites everything, and every heavy breath he makes, every swipe of his warm tongue, is so much more heated.

My head drops back onto the pillow, teeth gritting as I bite back the moan pushing to break free. Unable to see him, I’ve no idea what he’s going to lick or suck next, and knowing we could get caught at any moment?

This is… Shit.

Should I stop it? Say no? Nate’s beside me, and he’s not necessarily the best at sharing.

It’s probably wrong to be doing this beside him while he sleeps.

Two fingers slide in, and Max’s mouth maintains its focus on my clit. All ideas of protest fall free of my mind. I slide my hand beneath the duvet and twist my fingers into his curls, needing to ground myself somehow.

Since I’d spoken to them all a few weeks ago about wanting more, they’ve all stepped up and given me what I’d asked. It’s been a surreal experience to feel this wanted by them all, and it’s helped to tamp down that insecurity. It’s also been a welcome distraction at times.

I can’t forget what happened, or what’s still happening with him out there. Yet in moments like this, it gives me blissful relief from the thoughts that inundate me. Instead, my focus is only on them, and how perfect it is when we’re with each other. When we’re apart, my mind takes a downturn into dark thoughts again, and the anxiety shimmers beneath the surface. But when I’m with them, I can forget, at least for a little while.

Vibration around my clit has my mouth falling open, the lingering thoughts I had leaving me completely as I tug his strands again. The silent moan I’d hoped Max would make again doesn’t disappoint, and my knees widen as his mouth vibrates against me, the sound still thankfully muffled.

I want to thrust and writhe against his face, to chase the curling release building within me, but I don’t. There’s no part of me that wants to stop, and if Nate wakes up and forces us to, I might scream.

He pushes his other hand under my butt, and I lift my hips slightly to help him get access. I drop back down, and his hand squeezes, gripping my cheek hard. I clamp my teeth down on my lip to stop the eager whimper from escaping.

The fingers inside me pump in quicker, and I vaguely worry about the slick sound of my wetness being too loud, then his fingers crook up and rub something hard. My lungs seize, my stomach tenses, and my release hits me hard and quick; the moment of worry gone as I’m adrift in the sensations.

Distantly, I feel Max lap and lick me clean. Everything else inside me is floating, my mind wrapped in a fuzzy layer of cotton.

Usually, I wake to the lingering effects of a nightmare. This is the first time I’ve woken to something so exquisitely good to start the day. Max somehow managed to erase my usual cloying bad dream and replace it with himself.

The bed jostles lightly as he slowly wiggles up my body, his hair and panting breaths tickle up my stomach to the point I need to muffle my mouth or give us away.

Just as Max pauses and licks my nipple, we’re interrupted, having woken the sleeping bear.

“You warmed her up, now get out,” Nate grumbles, flicking the covers back and revealing Max’s mussed state.

“What?” Max whines. He shuffles up, moves us, and lies behind me, both of us now facing an unimpressed Nate. “I’m not finished yet; I can be quick. I know honeybee’s ready to go again, and I’m dying to stick my⁠—”

“No,” Nate huffs.