The last day arrived with a strange, charged calm.

Ryan’s flight would land the following evening. The knowledge sat in the house like a countdown neither of us acknowledged out loud. Richard woke me with slow, deliberate kisses down my spine, then turned me onto my back and pushed into me before I was fully awake. He fucked me in deep, unhurried strokes, eyes locked on mine, as if he were memorizing the feel of me. When he finished he stayed buried inside me for a long moment, forehead against mine, before pulling out and letting the others take their turns.

Grant was rougher, more urgent, gripping my thighs hard...