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“Thanks,” she said, making a little kiss inthe air. “I love having a man fall apart for me like that.”
“I usually like to stay in one piece, but Iwould do that again,” I admitted with a laugh.
Turning to Charlotte, I asked, “Are youokay?”
“Mmm. Better than okay.” She reached down toher gaping cunt. “I bet I could take two cocks in there. What doyou think? I’ve never been so open.”
“I think you’re fucking filthy.” I leaneddown and kissed her.
When I lifted my head, she pointed to Evie.“It’s only fair if I eat her pussy in repayment.”
“That’s an excellent idea.” I rose on shakyknees and reached for my own towel to gingerly dab the cum off mystomach and thighs. I needed my cane and my robe, in that order.The staff member standing by intuited my need and hurried to helpme. I watched for a moment as Evie happily reclined besideCharlotte and spread her legs, then I turned toward the house.
I would let Charlotte—and the rest ofthem—have their fun while I took a much-needed and well-earnedbreather.
CHAPTER THREE
(Matthew)
Charlotte found me in the kitchen abouttwenty minutes later.
“You left.” She gave me a confused smile,then grabbed a pitcher of orange juice from the counter and drankdirectly from it.
I moved back as juice splashed over my toes.“Hey! You’re spilling everywhere.”
“Sorry!” She wiped her mouth with the backof her forearm. “I’m dehydrated.”
Avoiding the puddle on the floor, I steppedup close and wedged my hand between her thighs, where she was stillsmeared and slick. She gasped and rose up on the balls of herfeet.
I drove my fingers in hard, and she gave mea breathy laugh.
“Youareexpending a lot of fluids.”I pulled my fingers out, wishing I could taste her. But I wasn’tinto the flavor of lube, so I wiped my fingers on my robe while shemade a disgusted face.
“Why did you leave?” she asked, her mouthpulling into a puckered little frown.
“I was finished. For now.” I wasn’t about totell her that my dick needed a break. Twentysomethings she went outand fucked didn’t have that problem. “Go back, have some fun.”
She shook her head. “Nah. The guy was done.The girls were heading down to the main pool to keep goingbut…”
She twisted her foot on the tile in anattempt to be cutesy, but she’d underestimated the slipperiness ofthe juice. I threw out a hand to catch her, but she caughtherself.
Good thing, because there was no way we bothwouldn’t have gone to the floor.
“But…” she started again, walking gingerlyaround the bar to retrieve a towel. “I thought I would come in,spill juice on the floor, and almost die.”
I leaned heavily on my cane. “You didn’talmost die.Ialmost died.”
“You’re not always going to get the mileageout of the bear thing that you’re getting now.” She dropped to herknees and wiped up the spill, her sweat-limp hair hanging down andobscuring her face. “It’s wearing pretty thin as it is.”
“What do you care?” I challenged her.“You’re only with me for a week, right?”
She blew her hair out of her eyes to squintat me.
“You made the rules, not me.” Speaking ofwhich. “I thought after some showers and a nap, we could go to thecastle and pick out some fun things to try tonight. Just a dragonand his princess.”
She sat back on her heels and looked up atme, all traces of smart-assery gone. “Your princess would lovethat.”
“Oh?” I watched with amusement as shecrawled across the floor the few feet between us to sit at myfeet.