Chapter 1: The Tease That Started It All
The sheets were ruined.
Not just rumpled or twisted, but genuinely ruined—damp in patches that had nothing to do with water, stretched in places where too many hands had pulled too hard. The fitted corners had given up sometime around midnight. The flat sheet was bunched somewhere near the foot of the bed, a casualty no one had noticed. Emily lay in the center of the wreckage, her pale skin flushed pink from her collarbone to her thighs, her chest rising and falling in shallow, uneven breaths.
Four sets of hands had finally stilled.
Marcus had rolled off first, collapsing onto his back with a groan that vibrated through the mattress. Derek followed a few minutes later, muttering something about needing water before stumbling toward the bathroom. Tyler was still sprawled across the foot of the bed, one leg hanging off the edge, snoring softly into a pillow that smelled like Emily's shampoo. And David—David was the last to pull away, his fingers trailing across her hip with a lazy possessiveness that made her shiver even now, even after everything.
She turned her head on the pillow. Her hair was plastered to her forehead, dark strands sticking to the sweat-slick curve of her cheek. Her lips were swollen. She could feel the tenderness radiating from between her thighs, a deep, satisfied ache that pulsed with every heartbeat.
Jake sat against the headboard, watching her.
He hadn't moved in the last twenty minutes. Just sat there with his knees drawn up and his forearms resting on them, his dark eyes tracking every twitch of her body, every flicker of expression across her face. His chest was bare, still sheened with sweat. A small scratch marked his shoulder—she'd done that, she remembered, clawing at him when Derek had first pushed inside her and she'd needed something, anything, to hold onto.
He hadn't touched himself. Hadn't joined in at the end, just watched. Directed. That was his role tonight, and he'd played it with a concentration that bordered on worship.
Emily's tongue darted out to wet her lips. Her voice came out hoarse, scraped raw from everything she'd been doing with it for the past three hours.
"They're all passed out."
Jake's mouth curved. Just slightly. Just enough to make her stomach flip.
"Told you they'd wear themselves out," she continued, her tone light, teasing. She stretched one arm above her head, feeling the pull in h