As carefully as he'd fucked, Atlas eased out of me and flopped down beside Jay.
Tentative, because I was a little sore now, I rolled off Jay onto the other side of him. For a while, I lay on my back and stared at the ceiling.
"Thank you," I said after a few minutes.
"For what?" Atlas asked.
"For being you. Both of you," I said. "For being sweet and adventurous."
Atlas propped himself up on his elbow and looked over at me. "You were expecting us to be vanilla?"
I snorted. "Of course not, but looks can be deceiving. You could have preferred the missionary position with the lights off."
Atlas burst out laughing and Jay not long after.
"I'm not sure if I should be insulted or not," Atlas said between laughs. "For one thing, I've never fucked with the lights off. At least, not in total darkness. I like to see the person I'm screwing."
"I have," Jay said softly. "Because I didn't want to be seen, not because I didn't want to see. Then I met Atlas and he never made me feel like I needed to hide."
"You don't need to hide," I assured him. "Not unless you want to. You're gorgeous and your body is incredible. You have nothing to be ashamed of. Nothing at all."
Like Atlas, I'd never screwed in the dark either. At Flirts, the rooms were dimly lit, not dark. For safety reasons, they were always illuminated. Not to mention client preference.
When I wasn't fucking for money, I liked to see my partner and I liked to be seen. And I loved what Atlas did for Jay's self-esteem.
They really were adorable together. If I wasn't head over heels for both of them, I'd fall here and now. As it was, I fell a little deeper. I never wanted to get out.
With any luck, we had years in front of us.
"I love you both," Jay whispered, breaking the comfortable silence.
"We love you too," Atlas replied.
"Yes, we do," I agreed. "We should get cleaned up and go down for dinner."
"I'm only going down there if we can come back up and do this again," Jay said.
I rolled over to face him. "Deal. The sooner we get down there, the sooner we get back."
We all jumped up from the bed and raced to the shower.
Chapter Eighteen
Chelsea
"You look serious."I slid into the chair opposite Doctor Stuart and placed my hands in my lap. "Is everything all right?"
He sighed. "This is the part of my job I dislike the most."
My heart sank. That sounded ominous. I tried hard to keep myself from being too distracted, but the last few days were particularly challenging. We'd been back and forth from Fiji, then Brisbane. The guys won both games, but the second by only a narrow margin. The stress was starting to take its toll.
I glanced down at the desk. "Please just rip the Band-Aid off." If he was going to fire me, he might as well spit it out and we could get on with our lives. It would save us both the pain of a drawn out conversation.
He chuckled.
I looked up at him and frowned.
"I have to evaluate all new staff members after a couple of months with the team," he said with a cheeky smile. "I hate doing it. If you've done anything I don't like, or don’t agree with, I would have told you by now.”
