Page 17 of Right Side of Paradise

Orgasms and Aftercare

“Oh, shit,” I blurted when two pair of eyes collided with mine. I didn’t know who looked more love drunk, Harlow or Rico.

I was going with Rico because my arrival didn’t take away the hunger in his eyes, but Harlow’s gave way to alarm before she relaxed, seeing it was me.

Yvette and Edith were downstairs on the porch, but I still rushed to close the door and lock it.

With wide eyes, Harlow sucked in a gasp. “Fuck, Soul. You scared me half to death.”

Unlike Harlow, Rico didn’t spare me another glance before he went back to feasting on our girl. I couldn’t blame him. Harlow’s scent was thick in the room, and my dick was hard before I made it to the bed.

“I’m sorry, Harley baby.”

Neither one of them had told me they wanted me here, but they hadn’t told me to leave either.

And damn it, I was helpless to the gravitational pull drawing me closer. I took measured steps until I was standing beside her bed, reading the pleasure painted across her pretty features.

Her eyes rolled back the same time her mouth fell open. And a string of curses slipped from her lips before she clamped her hand over her mouth and whimpered against her palm.

She was fighting to stay quiet and that was so fucking sexy. It meant Rico was doing his job.

And since I knew how good his mouth felt, I couldn’t even blame her.

He lifted his face, wet with her juices, to warn, “You gotta be quiet, Harlow.”

“Rico, I’m trying.” Her voice dropped two octaves and dissolved into incoherent cries.

“Soul, cover her mouth for me.”

Harlow arched off the mattress at his command. Writhing and whining.

Our gazes clashed as I climbed on the bed and relief shuttered her desperation when I pulled her head into my lap.

She was still shaking. And panting. And so damn wound up.

But she relaxed when I cradled her face and looked down at her.

Her long lashes fluttered against her flushed cheeks and each inhale turned into a gasping sound.

My baby was going through it. And she looked so fucking perfect.

“Can you look at me, Harley baby?”

She did as she was told and I held her jaw in my hand, thumb rubbing the corner of her mouth. “You know you’re ours, right?”

My thumb pulled down her bottom lip and her exhales cooled my skin.

“You may have left but that never changed. You’ll always belong to us.”

“Soul,” she whimpered.

“I know, baby.” I eased two fingers into her mouth, muffling her noises. “And you look so fucking pretty like this.”

The tremors traveled from her thighs and throughout the rest of her body.

Not even a minute later, her orgasm ripped through her, intense and unexpected.

I didn’t care that her teeth clenched around my fingers or that every time she moved her head in my lap, a little more of my sanity slipped away.

My dick wanted in on the pleasure radiating off her.

Harlow shook, her voice still trapped behind her cries and my fingers.

She sucked my fingers until Rico came up for air, releasing her from the aftershocks still rolling through her.

Rico dropped kisses over her stomach while Harlow stared up at me, her stretched pupils and slow blinks melting my heart.

“You needed that, huh?” I asked, pulling my fingers out of her mouth. I kept my tone light and soothing. She still looked dazed and tried to blink away the tears clouding her eyes.

The only answer I got to my question was a sniff.

One followed up by two more.

Until fat tears spilled down her cheeks and her shoulders shook.

“Aw, hell,” I murmured.

Lifting her, I moved her head from my lap to my chest and let her get it out. Rico got up and moved across the bed until he was beside us. He stared at me with a mixture of panic and confusion.

“What the hell happened?”

“She’s okay.” I kept my hand on her back, my skin touching hers, so she knew I wasn’t going anywhere. “This is normal after a release. She probably had a lot of pent-up tension. I see it all the time at work.”

“It was an orgasm not an exorcism.” He looked bewildered and so fucking cute. Even with his face still coated in her release. I almost wanted to kiss him, but there was a time and place…

“A release is a release,” I said, relief flooding me when Harlow’s cries tapered into sniffs. She loosened her death grip on my arm and lifted her head.

“Feel better?”

“Yeah.” She nodded, looking sheepish. “I don’t know what happened. I’m not sad.”

Before she could say anything else, Rico pulled her away from me and held her face between his hands. Anxious eyes raked over her. “What happened, baby?”

“Nothing. I’m okay.”

“You’re not upset?”

“No, not upset.”

Quiet laughter filled the room when he kissed her in the middle of her answer. As soon as he pulled away, her tongue darted over her lips. Again and again until she went back for another kiss.

“You still taste like me,” she whispered against his mouth.

Groaning, Rico dragged her into his lap like she weighed nothing, settling her on top of him with patience.

Watching them like this, the soft kisses and constant touches, made me wonder how we’d ever survived nine years without this. The intimacy and fluidity of their movements would have a stranger thinking they’d been together for decades.

I couldn’t explain how much I adored both of them or how much my heart was set at ease now that we could explore this again.

“Come here, Soul,” Rico commanded, crashing my thoughts.

Harlow was still in his lap when I let him grab the back of my neck and pull me until our lips touched.

I tasted Harlow all over him.

Fuck .

We needed to get out of her mother’s house so I could do what I really wanted with them.

I broke my kiss with Rico and pushed my tongue in Harlow’s mouth, smiling against her lips when she groaned my name.

“We need to get out of here. We have a lot to talk about, and I can’t do what I want to you in your mother’s house,” I said, climbing out of the bed first.

Harlow and Rico nodded their agreement. He kissed her one more time, pulled her dress down and pocketed her thong.

I was the first to go back downstairs while Harlow made a detour in the bathroom to wash her face.

By the time we left, Harlow had agreed to help with the Juneteenth festival coming up, Rico promised to cut his grandmother’s yard sometime this week and I slipped out with a to-go plate for Christian that I wasn’t sure he would get to eat.

We piled into Rico’s Jeep with the roof and doors missing. Amerie flowed through the speakers, the sun kissed our skin, and the ocean breeze carried us home.

The whole time a smile stole across my face. I knew today would be better than yesterday.