raked my skin as she cried out in rapture, but any pain I felt was a badge of honor in the midst of my own body-wracking, earth-shattering climax.
I let her hold me, collapsing between her smooth, porcelain legs. The warmth and wetness between us was comforting. Almost like being in the womb.
“Hey… Romeo?”
The tap on my shoulder eventually brought me around. I looked up drowsily into the face of Kade, who’d been waiting patiently.
“Give everyone else a turn?” he chuckled. “You’re sort of hogging the girlfriend.”
Girlfriend…
I pushed myself up on my elbows. Sloane was staring at me, her face plastered with an exhausted, satisfied smile.
“Girlfriend, huh?” she sighed happily. She laid one last lazy kiss on my lips before Kade took hold of her thighs. “I’m liking the sound of that.”
Forty-One
SLOANE
The holiday market in Toronto was a dizzying display of lights, garland, wreaths and bows — all strung from shop to shop, street to beautifully-decorated street. We wandered together among the stalls and shops, stopping to look into every brightly-lit window, or to browse any of the hundreds of street displays.
“Another drink?” asked Valerio, scanning the nearby booths. He seemed to have a knack for finding alcohol, no matter where we were.
“Only if it’s warm,” I said. “Like that spiced rum we had.”
“They’ve got something up ahead called Loaded Hot Chocolate.”
Brock laughed. “That’ll probably do.”
“What’s it loaded with?” asked Kade.
“Does it matter?”
“No,” he admitted. “Probably not.”
Valerio held my mitten-covered hand, and was already yanking me in the general direction. In turn I pulled Kade, who was on my other arm.
Damn, this is fun!
It wasn’t only fun, it was outright gorgeous! Though I’d dipped into Toronto a few times before — as anyone from Buffalo had — I’d never realized how beautiful this city could be. Especially now, all decked out for the holidays, it seemed almost too good to be true.
“We should probably get something to eat too, no?” asked Brock. “I mean after all—”
“Bah,” Kade spat. “Eating’s overrated.”
The past few days had been almost surreal — a non-stop flurry of working and sweating and screwing each other’s brains out. Of pouring and polishing, cutting and buffing. Of seeing the guys sweat so hard they were literally peeling their shirts off, silhouetted against the beautiful orange glow of molten metal…
… right before I stripped down and jumped on them.
Of course they often jumped me too, right in the middle of whatever we happened to be doing. It got so bad we were screwing more at the foundry than at the actual hotel suite. And believe me, there was more than enough action there to go around.
Eventually though, we finished what we’d set out to do. Today marked the last day of our trip, and all the work had been done. The foundry had been spotlessly cleaned, the key returned, the owner thanked with a gift basket and a very nice bottle of wine. We had one last night at our hotel suite, and this was it. Tomorrow morning it would be straight back home to prepare for the show.
“Does it have whipped cream?” Kade asked abruptly. “I hate whipped cream.”
The weather had cooperated, at least so far. Right now it was all frosty and cold to the point we could see our breath every time we exhaled. The lingering threat of snow hung in the air however, like a secret promise.
“Who the hell hates whipped cream?” I chuckled.
“This guy,” Kade said, jerking his thumb. “That’s who.”
We reached the booth, which had everything from hot cider to cold beer. Sure enough, the Loaded Hot Chocolate came complete with a full swirl of the thickest whipped cream in all of North America. It was also sprinkled with your choice of chocolate shavings or crushed candy cane.
“Think we’ll beat the storm tomorrow?” I asked, probably for the third time.
“Yes!” the guys all said in unison.
“Because if we don’t… and something happens between here and the show—”
I was nervous. Probably too nervous. But considering my track record when it came to stuff like this, I couldn’t be blamed.
“We’ll plow the road ourselves if we need to,” Brock told me reassuringly. “But trust us. We’ll get you back home tomorrow no matter what the weather looks like.”
I nodded happily, just as Valerio reached out and swiped a chunk of whipped cream from the tip of my nose. He put his finger in his mouth and licked it, sexily.
“So this exhibit you’re showing at…” Kade asked, as we made our way back into the crowd. “Is