Chapter 78

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I 'm still buzzing as I pull on a cute silk robe. The fabric is cool against my skin, helping dull the fire roaring through my veins. Before the guys came around, I didn't realize that good sex only makes you crave more. I’ll be forever chasing that feeling.

Henry and I walk out of the bedroom hand-in-hand, the butt plug still snug inside my ass.

"Finally," Theo groans, rolling his eyes, trying to act annoyed despite the wide grin on his face. "We texted Jo that we'd like to have dinner here. We have a movie ready to go on Netflix."

"We figured you could use some downtime," Dylan says, handing me a bottle of water and kissing me on the cheek.

"Psssh." I twist the top off the water and take a long drink before walking toward the couch. I pause, taking a shaky breath as the fullness of the butt plug lights me up like a marquee, my nerve endings sparking. Henry holds my gaze, biting his lip, growling low in his throat.

"What movie?" I ask, walking as fast as I can away from him before I do something stupid. I plop down next to Theo, the whimper that exits my mouth causing all three of them to turn toward me.

"Sore?" Theo asks, his face creased in concern .

"I'm good," I whisper, snuggling into his side. I look at the screen to see 365 Days queued up and ready to play. "Um. Have you guys watched this before?" I ask, looking between them.

"No, have you? It sounds good. I looked it up, and it says it's a Polish thriller." Theo leans over and nuzzles into my hair, breathing deeply.

"Mm. Well, it's certainly thrilling," I chuckle.

"Why don't we watch something else since you've already seen it?" he asks, picking up the remote.

"Oh no, I could watch this a hundred times and still want to watch it again." This is fucking great. I couldn't have planned it any better if I tried. Dylan sits next to me, leaving Henry to sit on the floor. I open my legs as he settles his back against the couch, the inside of my thighs hugging his shoulders.

The beginning of the movie lures the guys into a false sense of action. Guns and mob bosses–no reason to suspect anything out of the ordinary. Then we get to the masturbation scene, and Dylan's jaw drops.

"Wh–What kind of movie is this?" he stammers, looking at me, his eyebrows nearly touching his hairline.

A funny sound comes out of Theo's throat as he watches the main character stick his cock down the throat of the flight attendant. "I swear I just saw his dick. Isla! Is this porn?"

I cover my face with my hands, tears leaking down my cheeks, my whole body shaking with laughter.

"Fuck, Red. Is this the kind of thing you watch when we're not around?" Henry teases, eyes sparkling.

"I don't need to watch stuff like this anymore. Not when I have it in real life," I smirk, winking at him.

Theo scrambles to find the remote, pausing the movie. He opens his mouth, but nothing comes out. He clears his throat, then tries again. "Is this a good idea?"

"Why wouldn't it be?" I ask.

"Dinner is being delivered in the next hour. "

I shrug. "Text her and have her leave it outside. That way, we're not risking her seeing something she shouldn't." I would suggest pretty much anything that would get us to the bedroom faster at this point. The butt plug feels like a ticking time bomb just waiting to detonate.

"Good idea." Theo pulls out his phone and shoots off a text.

I take the remote from him and press play, hiding it between the cushions so he can't stop it again. I have to stifle my giggle at the first ' Are you lost, baby girl?' It's ridiculous in the best way possible.

"Oh, I don't like this," Dylan mutters after a while. "He kidnapped her? Is this like a Stockholm Syndrome situation?"

"Just watch. Forget about the plot. It's not going to matter in a little bit."

"Of course the plot matters–it's a movie," Henry scoffs.

I bite my lip, holding back my grin. "Wanna bet?"

"Yes, actually. If I win, I get to tie you to the bed, and the three of us get to have our way with you."

I'd let them do that anyway, but I don't tell him that. "Fine. If I win, I get to peg you."

Henry's entire body shudders, his mouth falling open, pupils dilating. "Seriously?"

I hold out my hand, and he shakes it, narrowing his eyes as if he doesn't trust this situation at all. He definitely shouldn't.

The guys almost give up on the movie when the main character is mistreated, but they settle back in during a high tension shower scene.

"Oh fuck," Henry says, running his hands through his hair, probably starting to realize he made a big mistake.

Then we get to the point in the movie when the main character finally gives in, and her love interest immediately sticks his cock in her mouth and then plants his face between her legs.

"Fuck, this looks real," Theo mumbles, adjusting himself. He pulls me closer, stretching his arm over my shoulder and reaching down to grab my tit. He holds a finger to his lips as he rolls my nipple. I arch into his hand, looking back at the TV just in time to the woman getting railed on the deck of the yacht.

"Do you think Lach would let us borrow his yacht so we can make our own sex montage?" Theo asks, leaning close to my ear.

"I'm sure he'd be thrilled with that idea," I say, rolling my eyes.

"Where's the goddamn remote?" Henry asks, holding out his hand.

"Why?" I ask, blinking at him innocently, my eyes wide.

"Because I'm not going to sit here and watch two people fuck when all I really want to be doing is fucking you."

"What about the plot, Henry?"

"I don't care about the fucking plot."

Got him.

I fish the remote from the cushions and plop it in his hand. He presses the power button and turns to look at me, an absolutely feral look in his eyes. Rough hands grip my thighs, pulling my ass to the edge of the couch. He slowly pulls on the sash of my robe, groaning as the bow comes loose and the fabric slips to the sides of my body.

"I hope you're ready for this," he rasps, sliding his hands up the inside of my thighs.