One Dirty Night

I yawned again and flopped my head on his chest. His heartbeat thundered in my ear, skipping occasionally as if it hadn’t calmed down.

I had no strength to reply.

Considering what we’d done together, sitting side by side with our naked thighs all sticking to one another and our skin as bare as the day we were born, it felt chaste and wonderful.

Hunter wrapped his arm around my waist too, cradling me between them, their hands cupping my opposite hips, their possession strong, even now.

I could get used to this.

I could fall for two men.

I could very easily be shared for the rest of my existence…if these two were doing the sharing.

I tensed for Hunter to say our time was over and we had to go, but he merely pressed a kiss to my temple and fell backward, taking me and Nick with him.

The bed cocooned us.

Sleep clouded.

Sighing, I snuggled deeper into their powerful arms.

With unspoken agreement, Hunter turned me away from him, pulled me higher up the bed, then spooned me while Nick cuddled me close from the front.

Warm muscle enveloped me.

Masculine strength guarded over me.

I felt exquisitely safe and endlessly precious.

Perfect.

Absolutely perfect.

“Hunter?” I asked sleepily.

“Hmm?” He nuzzled into the back of my neck.

“Can…can we sleep here tonight?” I breathed, nerves scattering up my spine. “Me and Nicholas?”

Hugging me tighter, Hunter shot Nick a look over my shoulder and grinned. “Don’t want to say goodbye just yet, huh?” His fingers drew patterns on my hip, sending scores of bliss through my blood.

Even now.

Even after an evening of the best sex of my life, my skin reacted. It hummed and thrummed and welcomed.

“He has a business to run, Ella,” Nick murmured. “I need to take you home.”

I frowned and made an annoyed little groan.

Hunter chuckled. “I like you too, little witch. And you’re both welcome to stay but…I don’t have showers in the big top. Sourcing water in the parks where we set up is always an issue. It would make me very happy if you spent the night here…with me. But before we can rest, we need to take care of you.”

I shook my cotton-wool-stuffed head. “You have taken care of me. A little too well. I can barely feel my legs.”

Hunter snorted and kissed my cheek. “I don’t mean in that way. I meant aftercare.”

“Aftercare?”

Before Hunter could reply, Nick ran his thumb over my cheek. “It’s a Dom’s job to look after his sub. We’ve used and abused you, Ella. You’ve been the recipient of our lust and are covered in our cum. Your back is lashed, and your wrists are raw. You have scratches on your hips and a wound on your bottom lip. What sort of monsters would we be if we hurt you and then didn’t try to heal you? Especially after what you gave us.”