Limp and breathless, I twist to stare at him in the darkness. His expression is satisfied, and a little amused, but I can’t fault him. He did good.
"You can finish too," I pant, as my pussy flutters through yet another happy wave.
"I’m enjoying everything your body is doing right now," he says, still buried deep. "And there’s no rush, is there? I can go all night."
Shit. This man just went from almost perfect to fucking ideal.
"What would Lachlan say if I turn up tomorrow half-asleep?"
"Well done, probably."
"Well done for fucking his friend?"
Mitchell touches my face, tracing my cheekbone and the bridge of my nose, using the pad of his finger to pull out the center of my bottom lip.
"Life is for living," he says softly. "It’s what brought us all together at Cloud 9. The desire for more. The need to push out of the confines of our lives."
"That’s what I’m doing."
"I know."
He leans in to kiss me again, tugging me into his lap until his cock is back inside me and we’re moving in a beautiful rhythm. I watch Mitchell as he takes pleasure in my body, relishing the flush across his cheeks and the sweat that dampens his chest. When I sense he’s close, I clench around him, knowing the additional squeeze will trigger his orgasm. When he comes, he clutches me to him, pumping deep in that primal way that suggests an instinct to impregnate.
And fuck, if that isn’t as sexy as hell, then I don’t know what is.
Mitchell doesn’t spend the night with me. He has things to do in the morning, and that’s cool. I like my own space in bed, anyway. But he does stay long enough to make me feel good about everything we did together. And by the time he kisses me goodbye, I know we’re going to be great friends. Great friends who fuck occasionally, hopefully.
Isn’t that the best kind?
5
JARED
Dawn’s moving in today and I still can’t believe that Lachlan suggested it. A girl living among nine men. What’s the saying? She’s a rose between thorns, that’s for sure.
When she arrives tugging her suitcase, I’m the first to see her and I jump to assist her with her bags. "Here, give them to me."
"I managed to get them across town. I’m sure a few more paces won’t hurt." But she passes me the handle anyway and then the bag on her shoulder and the one on her back. By the time she’s unloaded everything, I look like a donkey.
I lead her through the bar to the back, where the hostel accommodation and staff quarters are. We each have rooms off of a hallway. Lachlan has his own, as do Mitchell, Logan, Cooper, and Thomas. I share with my twin, Joshua, just like Bradley and Bryce bunk in together. The last room we’ve mostly kept free if there’s a requirement for privacy or to house a visiting relative. Now Dawn’s going to take up residence in the eighth room.
When I throw open the door, I allow her to pass and inspect the accommodation. It’s basic but clean, and I hope she’s going to like it enough to stay.
"So, you’re British?" she asks, in that American drawl that I find so damned sexy.
"What gave it away?"
"The cute accent," she says.
I rest her suitcase against the wall and place her carry bags on the bed. "Cute is not a masculine word," I say, raising my eyebrow in mock disgust.
"I could say sexy accent. Would that be better?"
"Infinitely," I add. "I miss being in America. People love our accent so much over there."
"And they don’t here?" she asks, standing next to the window and looking out at the view. She’s got a good room with a clear view out over the central communal area, complete with pergola, bean bags, and hammocks.
"Here they sometimes call us Poms, and it’s not meant in a complimentary way."
"Really. I wonder what they call me?"
"Cute?"
Dawn places her hands on her hips and eyes me from across the room. "Sexy would be an improvement."
Oh, she is that, for sure. Before I heard that Mitchell spent half the night in her room, I’d already vowed to get to know Dawn with a view to something more. She has the look that I love. Pretty in a girl next door kind of way, but with enough confidence bubbling under the surface to wipe out a small country. Her eyes are green and sparkle with mischief, too.
Mitchell didn’t disclose, but the smile on his face said it all. The girl’s dynamite.
Dynamite, and not looking for a committed relationship.
"So, what brought you to this part of the world?" she asks. "You’re a long way from home."
"The surf," I say. "Me and my brother Joshua, we love to surf. There are parts of England where you can catch some waves. Cornwall, mostly. But it’s nothing like here."
"Really?" Dawn says. "I’ve never surfed."
"Really," I confirm. "We can teach you, if you like?"
I’m cut short by Joshua who knocks on the open door. "Is my brother doing a good job of being on the welcoming committee?"
"Well, he carried my bags and offered to teach me to surf. He’s doing well so far."
"No offer to assist you with your unpacking?"
I shake my head at my brother’s frankly ridiculous suggestion. "You think Dawn wants us rifling through her underwear?"
"I’ve never heard it called that before," she quips, and we all laugh. My eyes meet my brother’s, and with twin communication, I can already see he’s interested in her too. It’s not unusual for us to like the same woman. It’s not even unusual for us to sleep with the same woman. My brother is like my own flesh and blood, and we’re so similar it can seem strange to others. Between the two of us, it just feels normal.
"So, surfing?" I ask, eager not to lose more of the day than I have to.
"I guess I don’t have anything else to do," Dawn says.
"Other than rifling around in your own underwear," Joshua says, earning a startled laugh from our new housemate.
"Thankfully, I don’t need to do that much. There’s always a helpful hand around to take on the task."
"Like Mitchell?" Joshua asks, with a glint in his eyes and a crooked smile.
"Perfect example," Dawn says without a hint of discomfort.
In my experience, women can take issue with discussing their sex life, especially one-night stands. Not that Mitchell had labeled what happened last night as that. He was as relaxed as Dawn when he talked about what happened. Happy for it to happen again if the opportunity arose. Happy for it to lead to more. Happy if she decided it was a one-time thing. I swear, between the two of them, they could freeze the world with their chill attitudes.
There was one thing about Dawn that Mitchell did bring up. Her YOLO tattoo has him intrigued. He thought it was a drunken mistake like his, but it turns out, she chose it. Tattoos like that have a story, but apparently Dawn wasn’t eager to share hers. It left us all intrigued.
"What do I need?" she asks.
"Just put on your swimwear and sunscreen, and we’ll sort the rest."
Dawn beams happily, already unzipping her suitcase to find what she needs.