Page 69 of Eight Seconds to Fly
I can’t tell you what happened next, because it was just a writhing mass of bodies and pleasure. It could have gone for minutes or hours, I wouldn’t know. I came like once or ten times, I couldn’t tell you that either. Eventually, Beau buried his face in my neck and moaned my name as his body spasmed inside me, making me clench tight around both him and Branch. Branch groaned, grabbing my hips and pulling me tightly back against his body as he came on a roar.
I was limp, one last orgasm wrung out of me almost unwillingly. Branch collapsed against my back, sandwiching me between his chest and Beau’s.
He kissed the back of my sweaty neck and rolled onto his side. “Love you, Tessa May.”
I must have muttered something back, because they all laughed.
“That was like live-action porn. Jesus. So hot.”
Someone else murmured something but I missed it. Suddenly, Frankie was there, his face in mine. “Ah,Querida. I didn’t think I could love you more, but you are a goddess. Come with me, we will get you cleaned up and then you can rest.”
He lifted me into his arms and took me into the bathroom. When he lowered me into the hot tub which he must have started running after he’d finished eating me out, I sighed in pure bliss.
“Frankie?” I murmured, my eyes closing as he climbed in behind me, resting my head against his shoulder and just letting me soak.
“Yes?”
“You’re the best thing that ever happened to me. I love you,” I mumbled sleepily. He laughed softly against my hair, stroking the sticky strands off my face.
“Same,Gatinha.Same.”
29
Somewhere in the Nevada desert, my phone rang again. My heart seized in my chest as I pulled it out, a private number flashing across the screen.
I sent a panicked look at Branch, who was driving today. “Just have to answer it, Tessa May. We can handle whatever is on the other end.”
I sucked in a deep breath and answered. “Hello?”
There was a small chuckle at the other end. “No need to sound so terrified, Miss Moore. This is Vanessa Sumich, of VANT enterprises. I believe I was talking to your, err, assistant a couple of weeks ago regarding possible sponsorship opportunities.”
My eyes flew wide in panic. “Ah, yes. Frankie. He’s not my assistant, he’s my boyfriend.”
“Hmm, I see. I believe I read about that.”
My heart sank. Shit. “Ma’am, I understand you might not want to sponsor me after what they published in the newspapers, but I promise, it isn’t like that. I’m, I mean we’re, not the way they painted us. They are all my, well for a lack of a better term, my boyfriends. We’re, err, polyamorous.”
I heard the distinct sound of a male chuckle in the background on the other end of the line and then some muffled conversation that I didn’t quite catch. “Is that so? Well, Miss Moore, I can promise you that your relationship status has no bearing on my sponsoring of you. This is the twenty-first century for christsake. But perhaps, in light of the current scrutiny of yourself and your… boyfriends, we might have our meeting at my home in Fresno. Bring your partners.”
I let out the breath I hadn’t realized I was holding. “Of course, Ms Sumich.”
“Please, call me Vanessa. We shall say tomorrow night at seven? I will send a driver for you if you like? Where are you staying?” I rattled off the name of the little motel that we were staying at on the outskirts of Fresno. “Excellent. It will just be something casual, no need to stress over the minutiae, don’t you think?”
I must have agreed because I was hanging up and looking at Branch with wide eyes. “She still wants to sponsor me.”
Branch reached across the hand brake and gripped my thighs. “Of course she does. You are a force to be reckoned with and anyone who wants to be on the right side of history would be dying to sponsor you. You are going to revolutionise this sport, Tessa May, whether you meant to or not.”
At exactly seventhe following night, a limo pulled up at the front of our shitty little motel. It was almost comical, the look on the face of the man across the parking lot having a cigarette. Five cowboys get into a limousine. It was like a bad joke.
We were quickly ensconced in the luxury, and Dylan waggled his eyebrows. I gave him a mock stern look. “No funny business. I’m so goddamn nervous.”
Beau gripped one hand and Frankie had the other. “Relax,Querida.You’ve got this. And we are all here to have your back. You will show them how amazing you are, and she will love you, because you are impossible not to love.”
Dylan grinned. “I can testify to that.”
Still, my knee bounced the whole way up to the fancy area in Fresno, to a beautifully lit mansion on the side of a cliff. It was an architectural feast, somehow managing to be modern and edgy, while still beautifully complementing its surroundings. “Wow,” I whispered, and the guys murmured their agreement.
This was a level of wealth we would never obtain, but that's okay. I was a simple girl with simple tastes, and I was lucky enough to have a solid life to fall back into when I finished living my dream. Frankie gave me his elbow, and we walked up the flagstone steps to the front door. My heart was beating a million miles a minute when I rang the doorbell.
