I smiled and closed my eyes. I didn’t know which one of them entered me first, or second, or third. I didn’t know whose hair I pulled or whose chest I clung to while another was taking me from behind. I only knew that not choosing was the best choice I’d ever made.
Collapsed on a loveseat, I gasped for breath. My body burned, and my throat was parched. I brushed the hair back off my eyes and saw Ben walking toward me. He knelt and handed me a glass of water.
“You read my mind,” I said.
“If that’s true,” he replied, “then you’ve got one dirty mind.”
“My body’s on fire.”
He winked. “Fireman is just one of my many talents.”
He led me into the bathroom, where the jacuzzi was running. He helped me in, and my body felt like it had dissolved into the water. I leaned my head back and let out a satiated breath.
“I need a break,” I said.
He lifted my hair and kissed the back of my neck. “I know you do.” He cupped water in his hand and dribbled it onto my head, then massaged my scalp. His hard shaft pressed against my back, and my eyes rolled back in their sockets. He entered me, and I came almost immediately.
I had to pull away. “I’m sorry,” I said. “That was so fast, but I just feel so good and relaxed.”
He smiled. “Feeling good and relaxed is definitely nothing to be sorry about.”
He left me, presumably to finish on his own. Poor guy. But, honestly, I was feeling too self-indulgent to care at the time. I’ll make it up to you later, Ben.
When I finally stepped out of the jacuzzi, Trevor, who must have been at the door listening and waiting, came in and dried me off.
I was not going to let him off as easily as I’d let off Ben. I fucked him in the bathroom. I fucked him in the bedroom, then I got out of bed and motioned for him to follow me into the Polar Trinity.
He pulled his spent body off the bed and escorted me out.
At the entrance to the Polar Trinity, he kissed me on the cheek. “I had a wonderful time,” he said. “Now, I’m going to go back to bed to die.”
I opened my mouth to object but saw Ken out of the corner of my eye walking to me.
I stroked Ben on the cheek. “Don’t die on me yet. I might need you tomorrow.” I gave him a kiss then I was whisked away by Ken.
Ken had been waiting for hours. He was hard as stone, and he was impatient.
He leaned me against the bar and fucked me like a savage.
12
Noah
What happens in Vegas might very well stay in Vegas, but what happens in Iceland stays in your mind seemingly forever. I couldn’t stop thinking about Bonita. I couldn’t focus on anything else. I kept playing and replaying our night together in my mind. I needed her again, just to hold her and to kiss her. But Bonita needed a break. That was understandable. But try reasoning with my dick! It might be big, but it’s not too big on understanding.
Fortunately, there was work to distract me. We cut up clips of news reports about the feud between Angelica Fay of Fay Energy and Sasha Snow. Sasha even granted Bonita an interview about the whole affair. We were hitting the corporate espionage angle pretty hard, but we still hadn’t produced the smoking gun.
Beyond skimming articles online, I was too distracted to contribute much to the project, so I decided to make myself useful and help Harry prepare lunch.
“How are things coming along?” he asked.
“The film’s coming together,” I said. Then after a pause, I added, “Is that what you meant, the film?”
He laughed. “What is there besides work?”
His sense of humor was dry, and it took me a moment to figure out he was joking.
“So, you’re the uptight one in the group?” he said. “We’ve got one of those, too. His name’s Graham.”
“I’m not uptight,” I objected. “Am I?”
Harry laughed. “It’s okay. It’s all about balance.”
“Is that the trick?” I asked. “That’s how you make it work?”
“You mean the sharing?”
“Yeah. You guys seem so happy. It really is possible to share then.”
Harry handled me a wooden spoon. “Stir the rice.” He took out some veggies from the fridge and started chopping. “We have our bad days, too. It’s not all fun and sex and fairy tales.”
“So, how do you get through it then?”
“Well—” He stopped chopping, put his hand on his chin and stared at the ceiling. Then started chopping veggies again. “Come to think of it, it is all sex and fun and fairy tales. And I can’t think of when we’ve ever had a bad day.” He shrugged. “Sorry, I just thought it was the right thing to say. Sounded good. But”—he stopped chopping and pointed at me with the knife, a serious expression on his face—“it wasn’t easy at first. And that’s the truth.” He shook his head and went back to his chopping.