When the three of us finally come back to ourselves, the awkward tension returns. I realize I’m naked in front of my best friend, again, and one of the most notorious party-boys in town. I mean, fuck, I’ve watched those two shitty movies he was in. Shrugging internally, I embrace it. I lean over and kiss one after the other. They both respond with enthusiasm, though Scott is a little reticent.

I scurry from the bed, searching for my clothes.

Brennan props himself up on his elbow, pointing to a door at the back of his bedroom. “Bathroom’s in there if you want to freshen up.”

I smile and flee, clutching my crumpled clothes across my chest. I clean myself as best I can without taking an actual shower and splash water on my face. I run my fingers through my hair, trying to smooth out the snarls and tangles. To try and look like I just didn’t get fucked almost every possible way there is to fuck someone. Like I didn’t just have countless orgasms given from two separate men.

I look into the mirror and jump at the strange look on my face. My cheeks are flushed and my eyes are limpid yet sparkling with satisfaction. My lips are plump and swollen dark red. And I have a couple hickeys in thankfully easily hidden spots along my body.

I slide my dress back on over my head, fighting for several minutes with the zipper, not wanting to go back out there without some armor on. I slip my feet into my shoes and check myself out again.

I’m still a mess, but good enough to go back out in public. The dress actually held up okay to being tossed on the floor. My thong is drenched, so I shove it into my purse. I huff a laugh as I remember doing the same thing not so long ago.

Once I’m decent, I can’t put it off anymore and Scott is probably more than ready to go. I return to the bedroom. Brennan is still naked on the bed, apparently doing his best to make Scott uncomfortable. Scott’s already dressed back in his Hiddleston suit, looking way too good for someone who just fucked me senseless. Several times.

I grab my purse from the floor which is still brimming with unused condoms. A fact I find strangely hilarious in this moment.

“You ready to go?” I ask Scott.

He nods with extreme enthusiasm and relief evident all over his face.

Brennan rises languidly from the bed, walking over to me and taking me into his arms for a final kiss. And not a swift, innocent one. It’s filled with rakish confidence and almost makes me want to rip my dress off and have the three of us go one more time.

But my battered pussy will not be able to handle anymore. Probably not for days. And I’m pretty sure all of Scott’s horniness has worn off based on the expression I saw on his face, and no way am I staying without him.

Scott breaks our kiss with a loud sigh and I pull away from Brennan with reluctance and turn to Scott. I pull him into a final kiss as well, wanting his taste on my lips. It may be my last chance and I want it one last time. He’s hungry and harsh as he returns the kiss, his fingers digging into my flesh with an almost bruising strength, almost like he’s desperate for this one last time as much as I am. Like he wants to memorize my taste and feel. My nipples pucker and my aching pussy contracts when his tongue sweeps into my mouth. He literally makes my fucking knees weak with his clever mouth.

He ends our kiss with a groan, physically setting me back away from him. I watch him swallow hard and force his voice to come out calm and soft. “Time to go, love.”

I bring trembling fingers up to my lips, staring at him, searching his eyes, his expression for something. I don’t know what exactly I’m looking for, but I know I don’t find whatever that is. His expression is shuttered, closed off from me.

I shove away the strange ache it causes, and turn to Brennan with no idea what in the hell I’m supposed to say. Thanks for a good time? Hope to see you again? Thanks for the orgasms? For helping me cross off a fantasy?

Thankfully, he has no problem finding words. He grins wide, standing there in all his naked glory. “You two are welcome back anytime. Your names will be permanently on the list to get into Indigo. And any time you want a repeat, just let me know. You two are a gorgeous couple.”

I start to explain, but figure it’ll make the situation worse. “Thanks. We might just take you up on that.”

Scott nods at him and ushers me towards the door. I throw Brennan one last wave.

With our goodbyes said, we make our way back to the club where the party still rages and champagne still flows and music still pulses. At last we’re outside into the fresh air. I take deep gulps of the night breeze, turning my face up to the moon and stars twinkling down at us.

Scott unearths the valet stub, and we wait in silence, lost in our own thoughts for the valet to bring back his car. Scott holds the door open for me to slide inside, then jogs over to his side, sinking onto his seat without a word, and pulling away from the glittering world behind us.

Unable to bear the silence anymore, I bounce in the passenger seat. “That was fucking awesome!” I’m exhilarated, high on an amazing night, feeling utterly sated and just the tiniest bit sore from the bounce.

Scott nods, his expression hidden in shadows. “Yeah.”

“Wanna come over for another drink? I sweated my buzz out. If you stay long enough, we can go get brunch. Though I guess you don’t need a recap this time.” I laugh, running through the night in my head like a beloved movie.

“No. I’m just gonna drop you off.” His voice sounds weird. Like he’s pissed. Maybe he’s just tired. He did work pretty hard tonight after all. I grin in remembrance.

“But we should celebrate. It’s a twofer on the list.” I push his shoulder playfully, trying to tease out amusement, fun, any sort of reaction I expect after what we just did.

Scott leans away from me, like my touch offends him. Or disgusts him. “Fuck the list. I’m not helping you anymore.”

“What?” I’m too shocked to be embarrassed at the shrill note in my voice.

He doesn’t reply for several long minutes and I’m too upset and confused to push him.

He finally speaks again once he pulls up to front of my house. “I’m out.”

I don’t know what to say, I just sit there, staring at him with a gaping mouth. He doesn’t look at me or say anything else. He just sits there waiting for me to leave with his jaw clenched shut, the muscles in his face pulsing with anger.

I get out and slam the door, staring after him as he screeches off in bewilderment. Then, it hits me. He found his hard line. A threesome with another dude is too adventurous for him, too far. Most guys, when they imagine a threesome, imagine it with two girls. Why are we supposed to be okay with that and they can’t be okay with there being two guys? It’s such fucking bullshit. If he didn’t want to do it, all he had to say was no. He could have bowed out and I could’ve gone up to Brennan’s suite alone.

And he definitely hadn’t made any complaints while he was fucking me or had his cock in my mouth or had his mouth attached to my pussy. Maybe that’s what was bothering him too. He’d found it hot as hell and now it was bothering since lust no longer clouded his mind. Now he realized he’d been naked with another dude.

Too many dicks in too small a space. And I probably didn’t help when I took both of them in my mouth. And though I was a little busy being swamped with pleasure at the time, I’m still pretty certain they did a little touching of their own.

He’ll get over it all. He just needs time to sort himself out. He’ll come around and realize it was a hot as fuck night.

And if not, well, fine then. I’ll move on to the next adventure by myself.