He swallowed the sudden lump that made it hard to breathe. He’d be fine, too. Just as soon as he got the fuck off this boat.
* * * *
Click.
Victoria opened her eyes. What had she heard? Britt was wrapped around her, as usual. No David. Maybe he was in the bathroom.
But she’d felt him holding her. Had she dreamed he’d kissed her neck? A soft, feathery kiss. Could definitely have been a dream.
She held her breath to hear better, but…nothing. Not even splashes out at the pool. That was the door she’d heard, David leaving. He was gone.
She pulled Britt’s hands close, right between her breasts. Shit. He’d been so awesome, so giving. Of course, David had been great, too. The whole night was amazing. They hadn’t come to bed until after four. Her lady parts were sore, but nothing a few hours of rest couldn’t fix. So many hot things to remember. Man, the hot tub. She’d all but lost her cool, sitting on Britt’s lap while he did those things he liked to do back there, taking David deep in her mouth. She was wet again, just thinking about it. Yeah, it had been totally worth all the nerves and worries. No regrets. So why did she feel so damn empty now that it was over?
Having David sleep over had seemed like the most natural thing ever. Was that the problem? She’d seen many clients at the Mountain sleep together after their trysts. They didn’t seem to fare any worse than the ones who finished up and went back to their separate rooms to sleep.
No, it wasn’t the sleeping in the same bed. She genuinely liked David. Saw a vulnerable side behind the sexy athlete. He needed. Just as she and Britt needed a friend, so did David. And more? Had they messed up their chances at friendship by going this route? She tightened her hands on Britt’s.
He’d wake up hard. Had he been flaccid at any time all night? She doubted it. They’d definitely injected some spice into the relationship. So why did she feel like they’d injected another relationship into their relationship?
Maybe Britt would be relieved David had left. God knew she’d only had that one encounter with him and the dreaded Andrea. So it could be, he only intended her fantasy to be for one night too. It was all she could really ask for. Fantasies weren’t meant to last for days on end, after all.
She should shower, but it felt nicer lying here. Basking in the afterglow. Yeah, she definitely felt glow-y, and could totally relate to all those smiling faces leaving the Mountain every day.
The phone rang. The tone meant the call was from a staffer. Well, hell. So much for basking.
She escaped from under Britt’s arm and leg, and scooted over to the nightstand.
“Hello?” Not much chance the other person would believe she’d been up, but she’d give it her best shot.
“Ms. West, it’s Justin. I’m sorry to bother you, but I thought you’d want to know there’s another blog post.”
“Oh. Thanks. I’ll check it out.”
Britt had sat up. He rubbed his eyes and looked around.
“Any info on the upload?” Victoria asked.
“Sorry, no. There appears to have been a device on the network a little after two this morning. It’s only taking minutes to complete the upload, so my guess is it’s a tablet of some sort. Judging by a couple of html coding variations that usually take place when converting from their word processing program, I’d guess it’s an Apple device. Probably iPad.”
So, basically, nothing. Britt stared back at her and shrugged.
“Okay. Keep me posted if you come up with anything else.”
“Shall I instruct housekeeping to keep an eye out for an iPad or other Apple device? I guess it’s possible somebody could jailbreak an iPod and use it as a notepad.”
Britt stood at the bedroom doorway, looking around the suite.
“No, don’t say anything to housekeeping.” She was firm on this. “For one thing, I don’t want to sound any alarms. Nor do I want our cleaning staff to get snoopy. That would go against all the principles of Fantasies, Inc.”
“All right. Have a good day.”
She hung up the phone and couldn’t help smiling at Britt, who had the audacity to thrust his hips forward, trying to get more attention for his cock. “Goofball.”
He feigned shock. “That’s all you’ve to say about this wondrous monument to manhood? Where’s David?”
She sighed. “I think he left, right before I woke up.”
He stepped over and wrapped his arms around her, burying his face in the hair at her neck. “Not very sporting, now is it? Fuck and run?” His hands reached her ass and her legs seemed to spread apart all on their own. Clearly, they were both still turned on by the night’s activities.