Chapter 14 Elijah
ELIJAH
The knock on the door wakes me.
“Benny, you in there?”
Shit. It’s Sam.
I blink, trying to adjust my eyes to the light.
And then I see the pile I’m stuck in. Benny is sprawled all over the place, and Matthew is wedged between me and Sophie.
“Quiet, I’m trying to sleep,” Benny grumbles as I shake him and Matthew.
“Guys, get up.”
“We gotta head down in twenty,” Sam says. “For the get-ready photos…”
Benny stiffens and opens his eyes. “Fuck,” he says as Matthew stretches out across us. “What’re we yelling about?” he mutters.
Sophie stirs, and then Sam says, “You guys seen Sophie? Rae says she didn’t show up yet either.”
Sophie curses under her breath and we all look at each other.
Benny clears his throat. “Yeah, she’s with me. She’s fine. We’ll be down in about ten minutes. Just getting out of the shower.”
Sophie nods as she extricates herself from our cuddle pile and heads for the bathroom. I fall back, my eyes going to the ceiling.
Waking up with Sophie is…
Well, it’s something I always dreamed of. But waking up with Sophie and two other men who are also in love with her…who happen to be my best friends…
It’s awkward to say the least.
Once Sam disappears, I let out a heavy breath. “That was close.”
“Sam will kill us if we miss his damn wedding. And rightfully so,” Matthew says. The water runs, echoing as we all stare at each other awkwardly.
“So last night…” I begin.
Benny sighs. “We don’t have to talk about it.”
I let out a sigh, feeling like I need to be honest with them. “I slept with Sophie.”
“We all did,” Matthew says. “What’s the—”
“No, I mean I slept with Sophie. As in, we had sex.”
Benny chuckles, shaking his head.
“What’s so funny?”
“I slept with her yesterday.” Benny shoots Matthew a smirk. “After you made her come, what, three times?”
“What the fuck, man, were you watching us?” Matthew says, his eyes wide as saucers.
Benny shrugs, getting out of bed. “Just saying, Eli…you aren’t the only one.”
My jaw tenses. I will not let him ruin this. I will not…
“Easy, he’s already got enough bruises to cover up, don’t let him piss you off.”
I look at Matthew with surprise. “Wait…you’re not…pissed?”
Mathew clears his throat. “I mean…does it bother me that I haven’t had sex with her yet?
No. I’m not in a rush, since, you know, we just sort of fell into this.
But you…” He gives me a soft grin. “You love her just as much as I do, and if she wants you, then who am I to get pissed? As long as you don’t cheat on her or do something—”
“I would never,” I say, and I mean it with every ounce of my being.
“And neither would I,” Benny says.
“So are we…all agreeing that this thing we have with Sophie…you’re okay with us being…intimate?” I ask.
“As long as you’re okay with me being…um…intimate with her,” Matthew says nervously.
We both look at Benny.
“What?”
“Are you okay? With us…”
“Fucking my girlfriend?” he says. The word takes me by surprise.
Girlfriend.
As of days ago, she was someone’s fiancée, and then she was an ex, and then she was my friend, and now…
She’s my girlfriend.
Or is it our girlfriend?
Benny nods. “Whatever Sophie wants. I won’t deny my princess.”
It’s then I realize the water has stopped. Sophie is standing in the doorway in her robe, eyes rimmed with tears, and I freeze.
“Sophie,” I say.
Matthew goes to her immediately. “Hey…”
“How much…did you hear?” I ask, feeling strangely on the spot.
“Enough,” she says.
“Are you…are you all really okay with…” She swallows harshly.
“Yes,” Benny says, coming to her side. I can’t tear my eyes away. “Whatever my princess wants,” he says, his voice strangely light. “Just makes punishing my bad little kitten a little more fun.” Sophie turns six shades of red.
I don’t even want to know, so I don’t ask.
“Triple the pleasure, triple the fun,” Matthew jokes, and Sophie bursts out laughing.
I slowly walk up to her, meeting her gaze. “I love you, Sophie. How can I be mad if they love you for the same reasons I do?”
A tear falls from her eye and I reach out without thinking, wiping it away.
“I love you too,” she says, and I lean in to kiss her. It’s quick; after all, I know we need to move. She has to meet the bridesmaids and we have to meet Sam. There’s a wedding to be had today.
When I pull away, Matthew leans in to kiss her and she smiles as he does so. I can’t help but smile too, because the way she lights up with him…how could I ever deny her that?
Benny grasps her chin, turning her to look at him, and then he kisses her. Hard.
She looks like she’s going to fall, like her knees are ready to give out. I’ve seen Benny kiss girls before, but I’ve never seen him kiss anyone like he’s kissing Sophie right now. My cock jumps in my pants and I clear my throat, knowing I need to get us moving. Stat.
Someone has to be the adult in the room and it certainly isn’t Benny.
“Alright, let the princess get dressed and let’s get moving. Matt, you shower first. Then I’ll go, and Benny can be last.”
We disperse, saying our goodbyes as we make our way to our wedding parties. Once I’m showered, dressed, and on my way down to the lobby, I hear loud voices and immediately I panic.
When I turn the corner, I see Keaton and Sophie arguing, and his face looks horrible. His black eye is obvious and I feel somewhat proud that I’m responsible for it.
I don’t think, I just head over there, Matthew and Benny on my tail.
“What’s that asshole want now?” Benny asks.
“I don’t know, I thought we told him to scram,” Matthew says. “Where’s the security?”
The closer we get, the clearer the argument is.
Keaton is glaring at her. “We’re done. And don’t even think about coming back to work.”
“I won’t,” she retorts.
And with that, Keaton turns around, storming out so angrily he nearly knocks me over. I turn to go after him but Benny stops me. “Let him go, he ain’t worth it.”
I catch Sophie’s gaze. She looks so pretty in her bridesmaid gown. The short, flowy coral dress makes her sun-kissed skin stand out, her dark hair and highlights sharper in contrast. She looks like a beach goddess if I ever saw one.
“No, he isn’t,” I say, feeling like a weight has truly been lifted.
The wedding itself goes off without a hitch. Raegan and Sam hold one another’s hands on the beach, promising to always love one another. And when he slips the ring on her hand, I can’t help but cry. One look at Benny, and I note he is too.
And then I look at Sophie. Tears in her eyes and a smile on her face.
I’ve never seen anything more beautiful.
We dance like there’s no tomorrow, clearly making up for lost time since Keaton’s surprise attendance cost us our bachelor party night.
I dance with Sophie to the slow songs and Matt dances with her to all the pop songs. And after several drinks, when Little John’s “Get Low” comes on, Benny shows off his moves, making the crowd go wild.
Just as the wedding comes to an end, as they’re playing the last song—“Sweet Caroline”—Sophie wraps her arms around my neck and sways with me. Benny and Matthew watch us, and I can tell they want to join, but they won’t. Not with all these people still here. And I guess I understand that.
There are a lot of unknown variables.
Everyone just found out in the worst way that Sophie’s ex-fiancé cheated on her and she broke off her engagement. Seeing all three of us dancing with her—even after a few drinks—might not be the best thing right now.
And then she kisses me. In front of everyone. I don’t fight her because I can’t. I kiss her back. Because I love her.
I kiss her and dance with her until the song is over and she’s dragging me toward Benny and Matthew. Raegan and Sam left a long time ago, and at this point, we’re almost the last ones standing.
When we get to the elevator, Sophie reaches for Matthew’s hand. He startles, but holds it all the same. No one says a word as we ride the elevator. Or as we walk down the hall, but the tension can be felt fiercely like a fire.
When Benny swipes his card, it seems like forever until the door opens, but when it does, all hell breaks loose. Benny pushes Sophie up against the wall right next to me, going for her mouth immediately, and I can’t take my eyes off of them.
“You’ve been teasing me all fucking night, kitten,” he says, his voice unlike anything I’ve ever heard from him before.
Matthew sucks in a breath as Sophie chuckles. “I know.” She pushes Benny aside, looking at me with a smile, and then she crooks her hand at Matthew.
He steps forward without question, though he stumbles a bit since we’ve all been drinking in celebration.
“What are you doing?” Benny growls.
Sophie doesn’t say a word as she pulls Matthew into her space and kisses him. He grins as she pulls him by his hips against her, back against the wall, and Benny growls again.
“Sophie…”
I watch, unable to tear my eyes from the sight in front of me. I watch as Sophie quickly unlatches Matthew’s belt, shoving his pants to the floor.
It’s one thing to watch the woman I love kiss another man, but this…
This is beyond kissing.
And yet I can’t stop watching as she takes his cock in her hand and drops to her knees.
“Fucking hell,” Benny groans as he unlatches his belt, and that makes me move.
“Get on the bed, Matt,” I order.
He blinks heavy-lidded eyes as he speaks, clearly distracted by Sophie’s mouth. “Huh?”
“Just do it,” I bark.
Benny chuckles. “Who knew you were so bossy?”
“Just for that, you can watch. No touching, though.”
Benny scoffs at me. “What makes you think I’ll listen to you?”
Sophie walks up to him and rises onto her tiptoes, meeting his mouth. “Because good boys get good rewards.”
Benny smirks. “Is that so?”
She smiles smugly and I watch the grin form on his face. “Mhmm.”
Matthew removes his shirt and pants, getting on the bed. “I can be a good boy too,” he says with a giggle. “Woof.”
Benny rolls his eyes as Sophie looks at me with heat and interest.
“Tell me what to do, Elijah.” She settles her hand on my hip, her lips on my neck, warm like a fire. I close my eyes and relish the feel. “Tell me how you want me.”
Benny growls, “Fucking hell, you don’t take orders from him, you—”
Sophie grasps my hips tightly. She gazes back at Benny and that gaze stops him in his tracks.
I grin. “Get on the bed and suck his cock,” I order. “And spread those legs so I can taste you when you come.”
Benny curses and I add a “please” because I don’t want to sound too demanding. This is new territory for me and I’m not sure of the rules, but I think if I focus on Sophie, I’ll be okay.
“Yes, sir,” she says, kissing me. She shoves my pants down and I grin as she walks away. I undress myself as Benny grumbles, taking a seat in the chair in the corner.
“Fucking assholes,” he says, but I don’t miss him taking his cock out of his boxers.
The steel at the tip catches the light, and I shiver.
It’s not the first time I’ve seen Benny’s cock or his piercing, but every time I feel an instant pain imagining the process he had to go through to have it done.
I watch as Sophie does what I say, taking Matthew’s cock into her mouth with ease. He lets out a deep moan, thrusting up into her mouth, and she moans around his cock.
“What are you waiting for, Eli? Christmas?” Benny snaps.
I find my spot on the bed behind Sophie, positioning my mouth against her pink, slick folds.
I slide a finger inside her first, working her up. And then when I slip my tongue inside her, she moans, rubbing herself against my mouth.
“That’s it,” Benny whispers. “Ride his face, princess. Ride it until he makes you come.”
“Oh my God.” Matthew huffs. “I’m coming!” he cries.
“Already?” Benny asks. “Didn’t last very long. Must be all those fruity little cocktails you were throwing back.”
“Oh, this is just the first of many, isn’t it, Matty?” Sophie teases. I slide my tongue inside her and feel her pussy pulse almost instantly, and then she cries out.
Matthew nods, his hand finding her hair. “Uh-huh.”
I pull back and line up my cock, needing to feel her. I slide into her with ease as Benny’s grunts and moans echo around us. And then I see Matthew, watching us intently as he strokes himself. The minute I bottom out, I groan as Benny curses, and I come fast.
I lean my head against Sophie’s back, letting my release flood her. God, she feels so good…
I fall back on the bed, my eyes getting heavy. I hear the sound of wet skin slapping and Benny’s groans. I open my eyes, noting that Sophie is now straddling Matthew. Benny is still grunting and stroking his cock, his hand moving a mile a minute.
“How does that feel, Matty?” Benny asks, and I realize he’s instructing them. Both of them.
“So good,” Matthew says, kissing Sophie.
“Ride him, kitten,” Benny says. “Show him how good it feels to be inside you. I want to watch you fuck him.”
If I was sober, those words would make me panic. But I’m not entirely sober and therefore Benny’s words make my cock twitch as I pump out the remainder of my release.
Sophie kisses Matthew as she builds a rhythm, and he starts to move his hips in tandem. Getting used to the feel of her, I’d guess. I watch intently as she kisses him, rides him. Tells him he feels so good and he’s perfect…
And it’s like she’s speaking to me too, even though I know she isn’t.
“Oh fuck, I’m going to come,” Matt says, tensing beneath her.
She presses him down into the pillows. “Then come for me,” she says. “Come inside me.”
Matthew’s cries echo around us and I feel my own hardness starting up again.
I can’t move from my spot on the bed. All I can do is watch as she holds him, kisses him, and tells him how proud she is of him while his body shakes and I know there’s no denying the fact Matty has finally crossed the finish line in more ways than one.
And then a flash passes by me and Benny lunges forward, and within seconds, he’s sinking his cock into Sophie. She doesn’t resist or fight or argue with him either.
“Fuck I can feel their cum inside you,” Benny groans.
“Good lord,” Matthew sighs, his voice breathless.
“You like that, don’t you?” Sophie bites back. “Knowing where they’ve been.”
Benny thrusts into her so hard that she gasps, and he bites out, “I’m going to fuck you so hard you’ll remember where I’ve been.”
The bed crashes against the wall as he drives himself into her.
“I’m going to fuck you so hard you won’t be able to walk tomorrow,” he grunts, and within seconds, he’s groaning out a deep “fuck” as he stops and she cries out in unison.
And that’s the last thing I remember before sleep pulls me under once more.