Chapter 43: A Slice of Fragility CakeThe bedroom was dark and peaceful, only a sliver of moonlight cutting through the blinds.
There was a hint of Derek’s cologne—bottom notes of his perfume—lingering in the air, and Myles’ scent, more woody and musky, clung to our sheets. Though I was exhausted, physically and mentally, I couldn’t sleep. We’d spent the night enclosed in the bedroom, making love in every which possible way known to men, lost in a state of fugue. The wine, music, and erotic games had gone to our heads, and at first, we’d teased and pleased each other slowly, but then as the night had progressed, and the candles had all gone out, we’d f****d like goddamn animals in the dark. My ass was sore. I rarely bottomed, but tonight, I’d let both Myles and Derek have me.
Well, not at
