Episode 128
EPISODE 128
LONELINESS
Ariel
“That’s it, Ariel,” Marc says against my neck as he thrusts. “You come for us. For both of us. You’re going to come all night for us.”
His statement sounds less more a vow, one that sends another surge of electricity through my already spent body.
I grasp Marc’s strong arms, digging my fingers into the hard muscles. I arch my back when he hits an incredibly sensitive spot, and I cry out. I’m not sure what I say. All I know is I’m more aroused than a tomcat chasing tail on a hot summer night…and I’ve already had two orgasms. Zion is teasing my nipples, rolling them between his thumb and forefinger.
A third climax hits me out of the blue, and I soar to the clouds again. Zion clamps his lips onto mine, muffling the scream that rips from my throat at the sheer pleasure sweeping through my body. Marc continues to drive into me until I feel his muscles tense.
“Jesus,” he growls. “I’m going to…”
And then he goes rigid, his cock pulsing inside me as he empties himself with each powerful thrust.
It takes a while for us to come down from our shared high. We catch our breath in silence, panting and sweating. Marc slowly pulls out of me with a soft groan. Zion releases my mouth, but he keeps an arm around my waist, holding me tight against him as I sway.
We stand there for a while, the three of us locked in this intimate moment. I’m strangely comfortable. The heat of their bodies against mine, the lingering scent of sex and sweat and satisfaction… It’s more intoxicating than Granddaddy’s moonshine—not that I’d know. It always tasted like cough medicine to me. Mama says it packs a wallop though.
“That was incredible,” Zion murmurs into my ear.
Marc leans into me from behind and presses a soft kiss against the curve of my shoulder. “Amazing,” he agrees.
A rush of warmth fills me even as my heart stampedes wildly as the reality of what just happened settles into my brain.
Two men.
Two men!
Seems threesomes are fine with me as long as I’m the only woman.
“You’re the hottest little fuck I’ve had in a long time,” Zion says with a wicked gleam in his eyes as he slips his hand down to trace the curve of my hip.
Marc chuckles and traces a lazy path up my spine. “I’d say hot is too tame a word.”
A shiver courses down my body at their words. I’ve never felt so desired before. Never felt so needed. I’m ready to lead them to the bed, take everything else they have to give when?—
Zion kisses my lips. “I have to go.”
“Me too, baby,” Marc says. “We have an early morning.”
An early morning. Of course they do. They both work here. I let out a sigh of disappointment.
The two men dress quickly while I—still naked—watch.
Then they leave. No lingering touch. No “let’s do it again sometime.” No goodbye kiss. No goodbye at all.
They just leave.
And I’m alone in my room.
I’m not sure what I expected. Flowers and a declaration of love? Of course not. I got the attention of two gorgeous guys plus three orgasms. I can’t complain.
But as the door creaks shut behind them, a strange sense of emptiness washes over me. It’s not regret. Not at all. But it’s something. A void left by their absence.
I walk to the closet, grab my short robe, and slip it on. The silence in the room is almost stifling, made even worse by the lingering smell of sex.
I go into the bathroom and check the bandage on my leg. Everything looks fine, so I wash up a little and brush out my hair.
So…now what?
I have no idea where anyone else is. Are June and Misty still in the hot tub? Last time I saw any of them was over an hour ago.
I could go downstairs, see who’s around, but I’m just darned tired. It’s been a day, and my body is spent.
As Scarlett O’Hara herself said, “Tomorrow is another day.”
Still, I feel…
Something’s missing.
I enjoyed my threesome with Marc and Zion, but it doesn’t get me any closer to marrying a billionaire.
Which one is my dream billionaire, the one who is supposed to sweep me off my feet with his wealth and charm? Brett? Alex? Sebastian?
River, who, earlier, I was determined to get to know?
Does it even matter? Because instead of walking on the beach with one of them, I’m lying alone in a room after an encounter with two men who are hardly part of the billionaire club.
I lie back on the bed, staring up at the ceiling as I mull over my predicament. My decision to go through with a threesome was not a step toward the life I envisioned for myself, but it was a step away from my inhibitions. It was pushing past my comfort zone and embracing something new and adventurous.
Yet here I am, feeling empty. I can’t shake off this growing sense of loneliness as their scents slowly fade from the room, replaced by a mixture of cool air and silence rippling over me like the waves of the ocean after a storm.
I rise and wander to the window and gaze out into the dark night. The lighting around the mansion illuminates a couple figures walking back from the pool house. They seem to be headed toward the beach.
It’s Emily…and she’s with Misty.
My jaw drops.
What’s going on?
Emily and Misty were paired up for the cook-off. Are they friends now? My window is cracked open, but I can’t hear their hushed tones.
All I know is that seeing Emily and Misty friendly makes me feel lonelier than ever.
I was just starting to feel like I belonged here with all these amazing women and these four handsome and ridiculously rich men.
Now I’m not so sure anymore.