Chapter 24

Saturday.

The sun rose slow and golden. At some point in the night, we’d all collapsed in a tangle of bodies and breath. Now, the world felt quieter. Looser. The kind of morning where everything smelled like sex, sleep, and summer.

A few hours later...

The veranda smelled like strawberries, lavender, and a little bit of triumph. A warm, lazy haze hung in the air—half from the cocktails, half from the well-earned afterglow that shimmered off every inch of Brit’s skin.

She was practically draped over Fab, her flushed cheeks glowing like she’d absorbed the sun itself. Her pink vape mod sat on the low table beside her drink, the same shade as her cocktail. She looked like a goddess who had just been thoroughly worshipped. Because, well—she had.

Kari sat nearby, cross-legged and regal, her lavender vape mod between two fingers, lips pursed around it in a pose that made the messy unraveling of her bun seem like divine choreography. She exhaled a slow plume of mist that smelled like vanilla and jasmine.

Ellie was curled up next to me on the cushion, her head against my shoulder, her skin still warm from earlier. Her red vape mod rested in her lap—thick, metallic. I couldn’t help it—every time I saw those three chunky, glowing mods in lavender, pink, and red, I thought: Jedi lightsabers, but for hot, post-orgasmic women.

And just like that, I was laughing.

Ellie looked up at me, curious. “What?”

“Nothing,” I said, waving her off. “Just imagining you all as very sensual Jedi. That’s all.”

Ellie arched her brow cutely. “Sensual Jedi?”

Brit smirked. “Leo’s brain is a fever dream.”

“I contain multitudes,” I said, raising my glass.

Ellie grinned and took a pull from her mod. Strawberry mist curled from her lips. “Well, we are the reason you’re laughing. So clearly, the Force is strong with us.”

That earned a chorus of giggles. I turned toward the girls and gave an exaggerated bow. “Ladies. Thank you for quitting cigarettes and giving me the most attractive vape order I’ve ever seen.”

Ellie leaned in and kissed my cheek. It made my heart flutter.

“I’ll toast to that,” Kari said, raising her glass. “To Ellie—our red-ribboned temptress.”

We clinked glasses. The ice inside mine shifted and caught the light.

Everything felt peaceful.

Until Kari put her drink down and announced, “Okay, now let’s remember that Eva and Carl are arriving soon.”

Fab straightened up slightly behind Brit. “Wait—Carl and Eva are coming?” He looked over at Kari, surprised. “You’re serious?”

“Very.” Kari grinned. “And they’re not coming alone. They’re bringing two new recruits.”

Fab raised an eyebrow. “Do tell.”

“Mia and a sexy young man ... Tommy.”

Fab looked intrigued, his body shifting again. “I saw Mia last time I visited Carl and Eva. Sexy little thing.”

Kari smiled impishly. “Eva and Carl are bringing them to meet everyone, and hopefully join us in our sinful games as a whole group for the first time.”

“Mia is pure sunshine in a tiny box.” Fab set his drink down and stared into the distance for a moment like he’d just been handed a sacred quest.

I smirked. “You okay there, buddy?”

He didn’t answer immediately. Just said, “Okay? I’m hard.”

Everyone burst out laughing.

Kari leaned over to nudge Fab with her vape. “Better save some of that enthusiasm for tonight. You’ve got massages to give. And possibly apologies.”

“Apologies?” he asked.

“You’ll see,” she teased. “Eva is pissed off at you for not visiting them often enough.”

“Lord help me,” Fab responded with a chuckle.

We barely had time to refill our drinks when we heard the crunch of gravel from the driveway.

Kari perked up. “Well, shit. They’re early.”

Ellie sat up, her sexy braids brushing my arm. “Is that them?”

Fab leaned to peek around the corner of the veranda. “That’s Carl’s car.”

A sleek black Voly rolled to a smooth stop. Four silhouettes inside. The doors opened, and out they came.

First: Carl. Tan, lean, elegant as ever. His silver-blond hair was windswept, shirt casually unbuttoned, exposing just a hint of chest and a whole lot of confidence. He looked like he’d just walked off a yacht—or maybe owned one.

Then came Eva, tall and glowing like a goddess out for blood. Tight white dress, massive sunglasses, heels that probably weren’t necessary but made a statement anyway. Her tits were ridiculously perfect. Her platinum hair caught the light like a movie star’s entrance cue.

Next came Mia. She bounced out of the car like she’d been launched by a glitter cannon. Tiny sarong, even tinier camisole, both looking like they’d rather be on the floor. Her blonde hair was braided into her signature loose pigtails, pink ribbons fluttering. She looked like mischief and sex in a five-foot frame. And she was grinning like she already owned the place.

Last came Tommy, who stepped out like he wasn’t quite sure if he belonged or had just been dared to walk into a dream. He was about my age, shorter than me, delicate, blonde. Mia’s twin in energy and color palette—like the gods had copy-pasted her and made a guy version. Swim shorts, too-long lashes, and big blue eyes that scanned the veranda like a lost puppy at a swinger party.

Fab muttered, “Oh ... damn.”

Carl gave a lazy wave as he approached. “Don’t get up, heathens.”

“Eva,” Kari purred, standing with her glass. “Looking lethal.”

“I do my best,” Eva said, removing her sunglasses and giving Fab a long, slow once-over. “You’ve been dodging me, gorgeous.”

Fab raised both hands. “I swear, I meant to visit.”

“Mm-hmm.” She walked past him, hips swaying, and let her hand trail across his chest. “We’ll talk about that later.”

Mia had already launched herself at Kari with a squeal. “You’re even hotter than I remember!” she said, wrapping her arms around her like she belonged there.

“And you,” Kari said, hugging her tight, “are still a walking wet dream.”

“Hi, hi, hi!” Mia chirped as she bounced from Kari to Ellie, then to Brit, exchanging hugs, kisses, and shameless gropes like it was standard protocol. “You must be Leo!” she said, eyes locking onto me.

I blinked. “Guilty.”

“You’re adorable,” she said, then turned back to the group. “Can I keep him?”

Tommy lingered back, shy and uncertain, until Ellie reached for him gently. “Hi,” she said. “Come on in, sweetheart.”

He smiled nervously and stepped onto the veranda, clearly overwhelmed and incredibly turned on.

Carl clapped a hand on Ken’s shoulder. “We brought gifts.”

Kari smirked. “You always do. Let’s go inside and get you settled.”

We showed them around, gave hugs, poured drinks. There was laughter, teasing, quiet moments of eye contact that said we’ve missed you. The tension unraveled into warmth.

A few hours later...

We were back on the garden patio. Drinks refilled. Mood lighter. Skin glistening. It was the kind of warm, sticky night you only got maybe twice a year up here, and we were making it count.

Eva was seated beside me now—legs crossed, back straight, a wine glass cradled in her hand like it was an extension of her elegance. Her dress was thinner than I remembered. Her nipples definitely harder. She turned to me and smiled like a secret.

“You and I,” she said casually, “are gonna spend lots of time getting to know each other.”

Cue my brain shutting down.

I blinked. “I ... yeah. That sounds amazing.”

Smooth, Leo.

Ellie heard it. I felt her shift slightly beside me. When I glanced her way, she was watching Eva with a flush on her cheeks, one hand absently smoothing the fabric of her sarong down over her thighs—only it had already ridden up just enough to reveal a slick little glisten between her legs.

Mia caught it too. She was standing barefoot by the table, sipping from her glass with a naughty grin and her head tilted just slightly. Her braids were messy, her camisole completely transparent from the heat and her own sweat. Her nipples were practically waving hello.