Natalie
“This isn’t fair!” I pout, looking down at the empty shot glass in my hand. I turn it around, watching my pale reflection on it, and then just slam it down on the counter. “TWO MORE!” I say, or, well, shout. Dutifully, the bartender makes his way back toward Michelle and I and refills both of our glasses.
“For someone who doesn’t like to drink when she’s out celebrating, you sure go at it when you’re commiserating,” she tells me, throwing her head back and drinking her own shot. She makes a grimace and then coughs into her hand, the tequila clearly getting to her.
“But it isn’t fair!” I repeat. Just like Michelle, I make a grimace of my own as I down my tequila. Oh, I’m going to have a massive headache tomorrow. “Everything was going great, and now this! It doesn’t make any sense!”
“I know, I know…” she agrees, taking the empty glass out of my hands and setting it down on the counter. “But drinking yourself silly isn’t going to help, is it?”
“I dunno. I feel good,” I shrug, although the whole counter seems to be leaning away from me. “TWO --” I start, raising my hand to call for the bartender, but Michelle moves fast and grabs me by the wrist.
“No, no more. We have to be in the office tomorrow morning, did you forget about that?”
“I don’t care about the office,” I pout, but I still allow her to pull me up to my feet.
“C’mon, let’s go. I’ll get you a taxi.”
With one arm around my waist, she guides me across the packed room of the bar, pushing our way through the sea of people drinking their Friday night away. We step out into the street, the cold night breeze caressing my skin, and I notice that there’s already a yellow taxi parked out front.
“I told the bartender to call for a taxi,” she tells me, opening the door for me.
“What about ya?” I mumble, my whole body relaxing as I slide into my seat in the back of the taxi.
“Well, that cute bartender is getting off in fifteen minutes,” she shrugs, a devious grin on her lips.
“You told me to go home because we’re working tomorrow morning.” I narrow my eyes at her, but she just shrugs again.
“And we do. Doesn’t mean I can’t have some fun.”
“Alright, alright… Just be careful, okay?”
“Oh, don’t worry. I’m an expert at kicking guy’s in the balls,” she laughs, winking at me and then marching back into the bar.
Pressing my head against the headrest, I close my eyes and drift off to sleep in just a couple of seconds. By the time I open my eyes, the car’s already halting to a stop in front of my apartment building. Groggy, I reach for my purse, but the driver just waves me down.
“Your friend already paid the fare,” he merely says, and I thank him with a nod.
“Oh, God,” I mutter as I get out of the car, the door to my apartment building dancing in front of my eyes. Yeah, I definitely shouldn’t have drank all those shots of tequila.
Somehow I manage to open the building’s door and make my way toward the apartment. Once there, I simply throw my purse over the coffee table and collapse on my couch, my knees giving up under my deadweight.
Crap, why did this have to happen? Everything was perfect, and now this… I can’t believe that, because of this stupid leak, I’m on the verge of losing Hunter and Logan. Yes, Logan seemed to believe me when I told him I had nothing to do with the leak, but what if he changes his mind? And what about Hunter? He completely shut me out!
After what happened between the three of us, I don’t know how I’ll go with knowing that it’ll never happen again. Sex with them was… more than amazing. It was a religious experience. It might be silly when said like that, but you wouldn’t understand without experiencing it. There was a connection there, one more real than anything I’ve ever experienced.
Their lips on mine, their naked chests against my skin, their hands wandering all over my body… It was perfection. Oh, just thinking of it is enough to get me going. I already feel my heart racing, my pussy growing wet with each passing second…
Pursing my lips, I slide one hand down the front of my dress, bunching it up as I flatten the palm of my hand between my thighs. The moment I feel the pressure of my hand there, I start working on instinct alone: I slide my hand under the hemline of my dress and, flicking my thong to the side, I press two fingers over my clit.
“Ah,” I pant as I rub on it, going faster and faster as the memories of what we did in the deserted Gazette’s office flood my mind. Holding my breath, I slide my middle finger inside my pussy, pushing it past my drenched folds, and allow thunder and lightning to climb up my spine.
Breathing hard now, I let my fingers take me to the heights, my whole body tensing up as pleasure pools inside me. “Fuck,” I groan, my brain reaching the melting point. “FUCK!” I cry out again, pleasure shooting up my spine and exploding inside my head. I remain lying there in the couch, feeling tipsy and horny, as every single muscle in my body seems to be twitching and spasming.
By the time I take my hand out of my pussy, I feel so exhausted that I can’t even help myself. My eyelids droop, I take one deep breath and, still with all the memories dancing inside my head, I drift off to sleep.
Logan and Hunter… Will I really be able to let go of the two of them?
Never, the answer comes to me, and it’s the last thing on my mind as the lights finally go out inside it.