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The car moved smoothly through the streets. It was nearly 2 AM but everywhere was humming with life. It really was true when they said NYC was the city that never slept. I’d forgotten how alive I felt when I was here. I loved the energy, the way you could get a drink or a burger 24/7.
I was a night owl at heart and I much preferred being awake at 2 AM as opposed to 7 AM. Brax was the same. He too liked to stay up late. Drinking mostly. Harley didn’t mind getting up early and he often went out for a run in the early morning, unless he’d been up all night fucking. Stella was like him, up early most mornings.
I doubted she’d be up very early this morning. She was drunk and now sleepy. The electricity between the three of us had faded to a slow simmer. Ready for something - anything - to spark it back to life. But right now, our girl needed some rest.
She hadn’t spoken much about the visit with her father, but the strain had been visible from the minute she met us in the coffee shop. It wasn’t until she’d had a few drinks that the tension left her. When she was ready, she’d tell us what happened. And in the meantime, I’d do anything I could to make her feel better.
My hand massaged her calf and she sighed a little, her eyes half-closed as she drifted off to sleep. Harley stroked her hair and supported her upper body. I didn’t miss the way his arm curled around her possessively, as if he’d kill anyone who tried to take her away. Not that he’d minded her being in my arms on the dance floor earlier. If anything, I got the impression he was definitely up for a threesome.
Which was just as well as I had every intention of making that happen very soon. Not tonight, though. Tonight, Stella needed to sleep.
The car pulled up outside the hotel and Harley carried Stella in like a bride. She barely stirred as we entered the elevator. Neither of us said a word as we walked into the suite. The maid had turned down the beds in both rooms.
“Are you joining us?” he asked me quietly, as I followed him into the bedroom with the balcony.
That surprised me. I figured he’d pull rank and close me out now we were back. After all, Stella had been his first.
“Yeah, but I need a shower first. Gotta take care of this.” I gestured down and Harley smirked. I had no doubt he was in the same boat. Only difference was he’d been getting some for weeks and I’d had none for what seemed like forever.
The main bathroom was huge and luxurious, as it should be given the ridiculous rate the hotel charged. I quickly stepped out of my clothes and under the shower. Water cascaded over my head, washing the grime of the day away. My cock was still rock hard, leaking pre-cum, desperate for attention. There was no way I’d sleep until I emptied my balls.
I leaned against the hard tiled wall and gripped my shaft, moving my fist up and down in a leisurely fashion. Each time my thumb rubbed over the piercing through the crown, I remembered how it felt when Stella kissed me, her soft breasts pressed against my chest.
She had lovely full breasts, all natural, soft and shapely. My hand moved faster as I imagined what her tits would look like wrapped around my cock. I came like a fucking teenager, spurting all over the wall in seconds. Cum dripped down and disappeared into the drain. For a moment, I couldn’t move, drained, both physically and mentally.
Fuck me, I’d better jack off more often or when I finally got her naked, I’d seriously embarrass myself. No girl wanted a guy who bust a nut in like five seconds.
Harley was wrapped around Stella when I finally made it back into the bedroom. He’d left a lamp on so I could see. She was wearing a tee-shirt, her red hair spread over the soft pillow. I listened for a moment, soaking in the sound of her low, rhythmic breathing, interspersed with the occasional soft snore. God, she was adorable.
Then Harley snored loudly, and I grimaced. Fuck, did I really want to spend the next few hours listening to him impersonate an enraged walrus?
Not really, but I wasn’t about to miss out on a night in bed with Stella, even if she was fast asleep. I pulled on some clean boxers, switched the lamp off, and eased under the covers. Harley rolled over as I settled in, so I took the opportunity to cuddle up to Stella. She murmured something unintelligible in her sleep but curled up against my chest.
I smiled. It was ages since I’d slept with a girl. Usually I avoided it, to prevent any unwanted feelings from forming. Girls had a tendency to think we were dating when, in fact, we were fucking. That shit got old real quick.
Stella was different though. I wanted more with her. I knew Harley did too, although he seemed leery about discussing it with her. I wasn’t blind. The way he looked at her when she wasn’t aware told me all I needed to know: the soft fuck was in love with her.
I wouldn’t call what I felt for her love, exactly, but it was a lot more than pure lust. Although lust was definitely a big part of it. Even though I’d come less than 15 minutes ago, my dick was already hard enough to punch holes in steel.
I adjusted myself and settled down, enjoying the scent of Stella’s skin and the way she fit perfectly against my body, like we were the last two matching pieces in a jigsaw puzzle.
Chapter 66
Stella
A sensation of intense heat woke me up. Had I somehow fallen asleep in a sauna? I tried to move but soon realized I was penned in by two hard bodies. Hard in every sense of the word. Harley lay on his side, facing me, his eyes closed as he snored gently. Behind me lay Quinn. His body was welded to mine and I could feel his cock prodding my ass.
My head pounded and my mouth felt like I’d swallowed a cup of sand. No way was I drinking cocktails ever again. Or any alcohol for that matter. My body couldn’t handle it. The only reason I wasn’t a full-on corpse this morning was down to the water the boys had insisted I drank.
How did we get back here? I struggled to remember much after the club. I did remember dancing between the two of them. God, I’d behaved like a complete slut. Never had I ever been so uninhibited. It was the alcohol. Yep, definitely no more alcohol for me.
My bladder reminded me it had been a while since I emptied it, but the minute I moved, pain blasted me. I whimpered.
“You OK, baby?” Quinn murmured in my ear. A tattooed arm slid around my waist.
“No, I’m dying. Call 911.”
He chuckled. The sound of his husky voice gave me palpitations. God he was sexy. How had I managed to keep him in the friend zone for so long?
