Chapter 30
Georgia
Brody’s penthouse is nothing like I imagined.
There’s no dark wood, no cigar humidor, no million-dollar art on the walls.
Instead, there’s sheets of light pouring in through two-story windows that turn Manhattan’s skyline into a private mural.
The space is open and clean, the furniture mostly gray and ivory, punctuated by the occasional pop of color.
It's… perfect.
I stop in the entryway, overnight bag dangling in one hand, the Key West hat in the other.
The city glows beneath us, stretching to infinity.
For a minute, I’m not even sure I can move past the threshold, not because I’m nervous, but because this—this view, this luxury, this insane upgrade from every walk-up I’ve ever lived in—feels like trespassing.
But then Emmett appears, barefoot in jeans and an old concert tee, grinning like the cat who ate the canary. “Look who finally made it,” he announces, arms out. He sweeps me up in a hug, the kind that lifts me off my feet and mashes my face into his shoulder.
I can’t help laughing. This is what my dad doesn’t understand.
“You smell so good,” I mumble into his collarbone, breathing in the scent of sandalwood.
“You smell like heaven, too,” he insists, placing me back down but not letting go of my waist. “You want a tour?”
I nod, but before we move, Miles emerges from around the corner, a bottle of wine in each hand. “You’re here,” he says, his eyes pouring over my faded jeans and gray T-shirt. “Goddamn, I missed you. You’re beautiful.”
He says it like he’s reading it off a legal brief, so matter-of-fact I can’t help but blush. “Thank you, counsel,” I reply, and he gives a little smirk.
Emmett leads me into the kitchen, which is fully equipped and gleaming, counters crowded with takeout containers and half-assembled charcuterie. “We started without you,” he admits, pointing at a pizza box and a tray of sushi rolls. “But there’s plenty.”
I toss my bag on a stool and peel off my jacket. Brody is last to appear, wearing black sweats and a white T-shirt that fits him like a second skin, the sleeves hugging his arms so tight I wonder if he’s lost circulation.
He pauses in the doorway, gaze sweeping over me, and for a second, I’m reminded of just how freaking lucky I am. “You made it.”
“I did,” I say, and the words feel so full of emotion. “I really did.”
He crosses the room and he pulls me in, forehead pressed to mine. I sink into him, the scent of his skin already familiar, already home.
We fall into comfortable conversation, while the city blazes behind us. Emmett makes a joke about how many people in the city are probably fucking right this very minute, and Miles pretends to scold him, and I just let myself be wrapped in the moment.
We eat, we drink, we laugh. I tell them about my dad, about how the conversation went—not the details, but the parts that matter.
I tell them about the way his anger faded into something like regret and sadness, the way I left feeling proud of myself for doing what I needed to.
“He doesn’t approve,” I finish, “but he didn’t blow like a volcano, either. So there’s that…”
Brody’s hand finds mine under the table. “You stood up to him,” he says, proud but not patronizing. “I knew you would. I’m glad your friends convinced you to face the fear. I wish we could’ve been there to back you up, though.”
“I think I needed to do it myself, even if I probably lost five pounds in fear sweat,” I confess, and Emmett howls with laughter.
“I’m proud of you, baby.” Miles tips his glass of wine back.
I swallow hard. “You guys are seriously the best.”
“We know,” Emmett winks at me, and then pushes back from the table, starting to clean up. “Go chill, and we’ll be out there in a minute.”
“Deal,” I say. I pad across the floors to the large window in the sitting area, clinging to my glass of wine. The city glitters below, and it’s freaking surreal to stand here, hovering over it like this.
I never thought I’d ever have this view of NYC.
Brody joins me a few minutes later, arms folded, watching the skyline. “I like this view. That’s why I chose this place,” he says. “I always kind of thought it made my problems seem smaller.”
“Or just farther away,” I joke, peering up at him.
He glances down at me, blue eyes as sharp as ever. “You want a tour of the rest of the place?”
“Is that code for ‘the bedroom’?” I tease, hip-checking him lightly.
“Maybe,” he says, and the smile on his face is all dark and hungry, leaving my pussy already aching for him.
Miles and Emmett join us at the window, Miles looking like he’s already thinking about his next move, Emmett with an arm slung around my shoulder, hand resting comfortably over my collarbone.
I let myself lean into all three of them at once, a tripod of stability I never knew I needed.
“Time for the tour?” Brody asks, and I nod.
I let him lead me by the hand, the other two falling in behind me. We make our way down a hallway, and don’t stop until we’re at the very end.
Brody’s bedroom is unbelievably gorgeous. King bed, white linens, pillows piled high. There’s a balcony, a walk-in closet bigger than my entire bedroom, and a built-in bookshelf filled to the brim with gorgeous hardback books.
I stand in the center of the room, unsure where to put my hands. But then Emmett is there, fingers laced through mine, and Miles at my back, lips brushing the curve of my neck.
Brody comes up behind me, mouth at my ear. “We want to make you feel good, Georgie,” he says. “You’ve had a tough week. What do you think, baby?”
I can only nod, pulse thudding at the base of my throat.
Emmett positions himself in front of me, grabbing the hem of my shirt and tugging it over my head, while Brody unbuttons my jeans and lets them drop to the floor.
Emmett kisses my neck in the spot I love so much, Miles strokes my sides with gentle, lingering hands, working his way up to my bra strap. Quickly, he unsnaps it, and I let my bra slip down my arms.
Brody slips his hand up my stomach, cupping my breast in his hand. “Goddamn, you were gone too long.”
“Absolutely,” Emmett drops to his knees, kissing my inner thighs. His fingers slip beneath the hem of my underwear, and slowly, he tugs them down. “I missed you so much, baby.”
“Me, too,” Miles leans in and catches my mouth with his. His tongue glides along my lower lip, and I open for him, letting him in. I kiss him for a few moments, while Emmett spreads my legs, planting a kiss on my pussy.
A moan slips from my throat at the shiver that runs down my spine.
Brody holds me steady as Emmett gyrates his tongue against my clit. One hand clings to Miles, whose mouth is now working down my neck, while the other threads through Emmett’s hair.
“Fuck, I love eating your pussy, little peach.” Emmett sucks my clit into his mouth, and I buck my hips against him.
“I’ve got you,” Brody whispers in my ear, as I tip my head back against his chest. The pleasure builds between my legs, as Emmett buries his tongue inside of me and Brody pinches my nipples between his fingers.
It’s more than I can handle, my whimpers turning to cries. My jaw goes slack as the sensations cause me to explode right over the edge. My thighs are like a vice around Emmett’s head as my orgasm rolls through my body.
“Good girl,” Miles murmurs into my skin. He and Brody are the only things keeping me upright as Emmett laps me up.
“Oh my god,” I whimper when he finally leans back, his eyes peering up at me. His lips glisten with my juices, and he rises to his feet.
“You’re such a sweet little thing,” he rasps, giving me a taste of myself.
I let go of Miles to dig my fingers into Emmett’s biceps and hold him in a deep, messy kiss.
When we break away, Emmett guides me to the bed, lying back and pulling me atop him.
His lips are soft but insistent, tongue tracing slow lines across my mouth and throat.
Miles settles beside us, hands never leaving my body, and Brody kneels at the end of the bed, watching with that hungry, unguarded look I swear he saves only for me.
Emmett flips me around and then passes me to Miles, who slides beneath me, pressing his cock into my pussy. I gasp as he enters me, filling me completely.
“You take me so perfectly,” Miles groans, pumping in out of me.
Emmett jumps to the head of the bed, while I flip myself around, giving Miles a view of my ass. He groans at the sight, his hands brushing over my skin. He rears back and gives it a light slap, enough to send a new wave of arousal through me.
I peer back over my shoulder. “I want you in my ass. You haven’t done that yet.”
His face immediately floods with a new darkened hunger. “You sure, baby?”
I nod, rock myself forward, and let him slip out of my pussy. I adjust the angle and reach around, pressing his tip against it. I press myself back onto his dick, breathing through the stretching sensation.
“Oh fuck, fuck, fuck,” Miles’ fingers dig into my skin when he’s fully inside me.
“That’s so goddamn hot,” Emmett strokes himself, his tip oozing precum.
Brody lets out an incoherent grunt and then makes his way between my legs, his eyes locking in with mine as Miles starts to work in and out. “I need you, Georgie.”
“I need you, too” I whine, as Miles pushes into me.
Brody lines himself up and pushes inside, and I gasp. He grips my thighs, his eyes locked on mine the entire time.
I come again as they both fuck me, the pleasure rolling through me.
Emmett offers me his cock and I suck it while he fucks my mouth until he explodes down my throat.
After I swallow, Emmett leans in for a kiss. I take him in, the taste of him earthy and electric, and the sound he makes—half-moan, half-swear—sends another rush of heat through my body.
“I love you,” I breathe out as Emmett pulls away, his warm eyes holding mine.
His entire expression softens. “I love you, too.” He brushes my hair from my face as Miles and Brody work in motion, still fucking me.
Brody comes next, groaning. “Oh, Georgia. I love you.”
“I love you,” I breathe out, feeling him pulse inside of me.
I shut my eyes as Miles takes the last final thud into my ass, following suit. He groans, leaning forward and pressing his lips to my shoulder.
“You’re so good, baby. I love you.”
I smile, falling back against him. “I love you, too.”
We collapse together in a sweaty, cuddly mess. Emmett sprawls half off the mattress, Miles throws his arm over my waist, and Brody tucks in behind me, breath warm at the base of my neck.
I close my eyes, heart thudding slow and sure.
This is so worth everything I’ve gone through to get here.