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“Keeping secrets, you two?” I tease.
Porter’s gaze locks with mine. “I told him if he doesn’t make you come again, he’ll be the next one punished.”
He maintains eye contact while dropping his mouth to plant a kiss along the side of Knox’s neck, and my eyes widen slightly in surprise, in arousal. Knox drops his head back against the couch, giving Porter better access. Porter slides his hands down Knox’s chest, finding mine, and I lean forward, running my tongue up the opposite side of Knox’s neck. A low groan escapes Knox as Porter and I make our mark on him while holding on to each other.
Knox wraps his arms around me and quickens his pace. The feeling of his cock inside me, Porter’s touch, Knox’s grip on my body, the taste of Knox’s skin against my tongue—it’s an out of body experience. I don’t just come. I fucking erupt, every muscle in my body shaking, trembling as they make a volcano out of me.
Knox’s low moans fill my ear, and we tumble together until I finally collapse against him. Porter rubs a hand over my hair, kissing me on top of the head. “I think I might be a fan of the triple gumdrop.”
“Yeah?” I say breathlessly. “Me too.”
“Me three,” Knox agrees.
21
PORTER
“Good morning,” I tell Andi, whose limbs are flung over me as we struggle to pull ourselves out of bed.
“Five more minutes,” she groans, tugging closer to my naked body. Usually I’m a compulsive early morning riser, but judging by the light streaming through the blinds, it’s at least nine.
“If you don’t get up soon, I might have my breakfast in bed,” I tease, dragging a hand up her thigh.
“I can’t believe I’m saying this,” Andi mumbles into my side. “But I don’t know if I can handle another orgasm.”
“Oh, come on, Pop Tart,” Knox says, walking through my bedroom door, three mugs of coffee in hand. “Didn’t you say, and I quote, ‘I think I can rally’?”
“Yeah.” Andi sits up and takes a mug. “About six orgasms ago.”
“Seven if you count the double orgasm you had during the shower,” I correct, pleased at how absolutely filthy our night went last night. I’m not sure where this goes from here, but in our little happy holiday bubble, I wouldn’t be opposed to an annual triple gumdrop.
Knox resumes his place next to Andi, and we all settle in against the headboard.
“So, I thought I should warn you guys,” Knox says, his tone hesitant.
“What’s wrong?” I ask.What the hell could he be so nervous to tell us?
“Nothing’swrong, per se,” Knox replies, pulling out his phone and handing it to me.
“What do you—” A picture of Knox with his arm around Andi as we left the club last night displays on the screen. I’m on the opposite side with my head turned so you can’t tell it’s me. There’s another photo of Andi giving Knox a lap dance during the costume contest. The headline reads,Knox’ing Boots for the Holidays? Kensington Knox and Mystery Girl Enjoying Christmas Eve atPloutos Night Club.
“How the hell do these photos even exist?” I ask, sitting up straight.I knew better than to go in public with Andi.
“If you were the paparazzi, where would you go for a hot story?” Knox says.To the one place people would never expect.
“Wait, so I did a holiday costume contest with you, and they just assume we banged?” Andi says.
“Wedidbang,” Knox reminds her with a boop to the nose.
“Yeah, but they don’t know that,” she says.
“I know,” Knox says, placing his hand on her thigh. “But that’s what the paps do. They take one out of context picture and add some bullshit story for views.”
I scroll through the article, scanning for any mention of my name. It’s one thing for Andi to be seen with Knox. They can brush it off as a good time, but if I’m connected to this…
“Don’t worry, the article doesn’t mention you,” Knox says, reading my mind as always.
“Not at all?” I ask.
