"Someone you've met," I said. "But let's not talk about that. In fact, let's not talk at all." I squeezed my muscles as tight around him as I could, hoping to distract him from the conversation.
He groaned. "Not talking is good." He started to thrust faster now, pushing us both near and nearer to coming.
Not talking was very good, but I kept that thought to myself. Hopefully he wouldn't remember later and ask again. Some secrets were best kept private. Especially something like this. Besides, I didn't want to know who he fucked first. The only thing that mattered to me was who he fucked last and who he was fucking right now. Whose body he was grinding into as he cried out his second orgasm of the morning.
Once again, I came the same time he did, clutching onto him as the water washed over us, rinsing off sweat before it could cling to us. Our cries mingled with the steam in the bathroom.
"I fucking love you," he said mid-orgasm. His voice was ragged, but his words were clear. Like somehow in that moment he needed me to know.
Me saying it back was equally important. I needed to do that as often as I could, with all of the guys. I needed them to know and I needed to remind them, just in case.
"I fucking love you too," I said, letting myself get lost in the bliss of his body against mine. Universes were born and exploded into a thousand tiny stars in those moments before I finally came back down to earth.
He slid out of me and wrapped me in his arms, holding me under the water while we both caught our breaths and our hearts slow, slick skin against slick skin.
We stayed like that for too long and yet not long enough before we finally pulled apart.
"Time to rinse your hair," he said. He turned me around under the water and started to do just that.
Chapter Sixteen
Jay
"Wouldyou believe this is my first time in Fiji?" Chelsea pushed the strap of her laptop bag up her shoulder and stepped down off the plane beside me.
I glanced over to her and managed a slight smile. "I've lost count." We travel to so many places sometimes they all blurred together.
"I will too, soon enough," she said. "All of this flying around everywhere, do you get over it sometimes?"
"Are you asking as my doctor or my…" I glanced around to see who was listening. "Girlfriend?"
"Both," she said, after doing the same check.
"Yeah, sometimes." I adjusted my tie, certain this time it was going to strangle me. Who invented these things anyway? And who decided we had to wear them? I would have been happier getting off the plane in jeans, a T-shirt and bare feet. Instead, we had to wear suits, like we were heading to the office.
"You know what I get over?" Frost asked from directly behind us. "The amount of times I've asked if we could go and lie on the beach and drink cocktails. They keep saying no."
"Poor baby," Storm said with no sympathy. "It's not like they pay us to play football or anything."
"They don't pay you to look pretty," Atlas told him.
"I'd give you the finger, but people are watching," Storm told him. "Pretend I'm doing it."
"No thanks," Atlas said. "I'll think about the other kind of fingering."
Storm snorted. "Not gonna happen."
Atlas shot him a look, mouth open, tongue out in mild, playful disgust. "Not from you."
"You're both spoilsports," Frost complained. "Right, Jay?"
"I guess so," I said, only half paying attention to them. How had we gone from Chelsea checking in on me to fingering in two minutes or less?
Okay, that was becoming the new normal pretty fast. If I was honest, I liked it. If nothing else, it deflected attention from me. The only thing I wanted to be in the middle of, was a bed, surrounded by naked lovers. Not the centre of attention at the airport.
"So they never gave you time off to drink cocktails?" Chelsea asked, reining in the conversation somewhat.
"They herd us back on the plane as soon as we finish playing and get changed," Frost said. "Sometimes I feel like a performing sheep."
