Our bodies were a tangle of limbs. I’d never imagined this would happen, even when we’d agreed to be poly. I’d never really thought about orgies or how this would work, but I would never forget this moment for the rest of my life.

Rigby slapped my ass, and I screamed out my orgasm, one sensation too many tipping me over. I clamped down on them both, and the tightness had Rigby coming with me, River not too far behind him. Finally, Devan pulled out of my throat and came all over my chest, panting. I collapsed onto River’s chest, whimpering as Rigby pulled out.

River was next, and I moaned at the empty feeling in my body. Every one of my muscles felt wrung out.

River kissed my face, over my cheeks, the sweat from my temple. “You are everything, Nova Stone,” he whispered softly against my cheek. I held him tighter. “But Devan’s spunk is all over my chest and yours, so I think we should probably shower.”

I laughed, letting him pick me up and carry me to the shower. We both barely fit into the tiny cubicle, and there wasn’t a whole lot of room to move. But he cleaned me up gently, then washed himself down, before carrying my towel-wrapped body back into the bedroom.

Rigby was lying spread-eagled on the bed, snoring gently, his dick out. Devan rolled his eyes as he walked back into the room. “Not sure I’m going to enjoy the ‘staring at other men’s cocks’ part of this relationship.”

They’d stripped off the bed while we were showering, and there were now fresh sheets on there. We had been a little bit juicy, I guess.

“Really? I think that might be my favorite part,” I told him, crawling onto the bed beside him, River squeezing his body in beside mine.

“I bet it is, you little pervert,” Dev whispered. Pulling me tightly to his chest, he held me close. “Don’t leave again. I’m not sure any of us could take it.”

I kissed his overheated skin, still salty with sweat. “I promise.”

Chapter Forty-Four

DEVAN

Tom smiled at me as he handed me my morning coffee. “If I may say so, sir, you look happier today.”

I grinned. “You may not say so.”

He raised an eyebrow. “Well, I just did, so I guess you better fire me then.”

I huffed, and the kid continued to smirk. Ballsy little fucker.

“Just letting you know that Daria—your, uh, consultant—has a 10 a.m. meeting with you.”

I looked back down at my spreadsheet. “Thanks, Tom.” I’d give him a good bonus this year. He’d weathered this bullshit like a champion, and I believed in rewarding loyalty and commitment.