Chapter 223: 223 | The Victor’s Spoils
"Wait," I looked between them. "You two talked about how I kiss?"
"Honey, we talk about everything you do," Belle said, sitting on the bed and patting the space beside her. "Come here."
I sat between them, my brain still trying to catch up with what was happening.
"So what’s the plan here?" I asked, glancing from Belle to Naomi.
Belle shrugged. "No plan. We won. We’re alive. We want to have fun." She tucked a strand of blue hair behind her ear. "Unless you’d rather go back and cuddle with Jordan?"
"Hard pass on that." I looked at Naomi. "You sure about this?"
She nodded. "I’ve been sure for a while now."
"Besides," Belle added, "it’s not like we haven’t seen you naked before. Remember yesterday? The cow lingerie?"
How could I forget? The memory of them in those matching outfits had been burned into my brain.
"This is different," I said.
"Yes," Naomi agreed. "This time we’re not doing it for extraction. We’re doing it because we want to."
"Also," Belle added, "no cow prints this time."
That broke the tension. I laughed, and they joined in, and suddenly it was easy again. Just us, riding the high of victory, choosing to celebrate together.
Belle pulled her shirt over her head in one smooth motion, revealing she was indeed wearing nothing underneath. Her breasts spilled free, pale and perfect in the dim hotel lighting.
"Like what you see, milk vampire?" She arched an eyebrow.
"Always have," I admitted.
Naomi was watching Belle too, her bottom lip caught between her teeth. Belle noticed and winked at her.
"Your turn, Naomi."
Naomi hesitated, then pulled her tank top up and off. Unlike Belle, she wore a simple pink bra underneath. She reached behind her back to unhook it, then paused, her eyes meeting mine.
"Help me?" she asked softly.
I shifted behind her, brushing her pink-tipped hair aside to expose the clasp. My fingers felt clumsy on the small hooks, but I managed to undo them. The bra loosened, and Naomi shrugged it off her shoulders.
"Beautiful," I murmured, and she glanced back at me with a shy smile.
"Told you he’d say that," Belle said. She stood and hooked her thumbs in the waistband of her panties – apparently she had been wearing something under that shirt after all. "He says it to me too."
"Because it’s true," I said, watching as she slid the panties down her legs and stepped out of them.
Belle stood naked before us, completely comfortable in her skin. Her body was all curves and smooth pale skin, from her full breasts to the flare of her hips to the neat triangle of blue hair between her thighs.
Wait. Blue?
"You dye that too?" I couldn’t help asking.
She laughed. "Wouldn’t you like to know?"
"I mean, I’m looking right at it, so..."
"Awakening side effect," she explained. "Everything changed color at once."
Naomi giggled. "I wondered about that."
"Well now you know." Belle put her hands on her hips. "Your turn, Naomi. And Jace, you’re wearing far too many clothes."
I pulled my shirt over my head while Naomi stood and slipped out of her sleep shorts and panties in one motion. She was slender where Belle was curvy, with smaller breasts and narrow hips. The contrast between them was striking – Belle all bold confidence, Naomi quiet grace.
"Boxers too," Belle instructed, pointing at me. "Everything off."
I stood and pushed my boxers down, kicking them aside. And then there we were, all three of us naked in a hotel room in Oakdale, California, fresh from victory against Blair’s team.
Life was weird sometimes.
Belle looked me up and down, her eyes lingering on my erection. "So, Naomi won the coin toss. She goes first." She sat back on the bed. "I’ll watch."
Naomi blushed but didn’t object. Instead, she took my hand and guided me to sit on the edge of the bed. Then she knelt on the floor between my legs.
"Naomi," I started, "you don’t have to—"
"I want to," she said firmly. "I’ve been thinking about this."
Her hand wrapped around me, and my protest died in my throat. She stroked me slowly, her touch light at first, then more confident.
"Tell me if I’m doing it right," she said, looking up at me with those big eyes.
"You’re perfect," I managed.
She smiled, then leaned forward and took me into her mouth.
Holy fuck.
Her lips closed around me, warm and wet, and my hand instinctively went to her hair. She moved slowly at first, exploring, learning what I liked. When I groaned at a particular movement, she repeated it, watching my face for reactions.
"Use your hand too," Belle suggested from beside us. She’d reclined on the bed, watching with open interest. "Like this." She made a twisting motion with her wrist.
Naomi tried it, and I nearly came off the bed. "Jesus, Naomi."
She pulled back, looking concerned. "Too much?"
"No," I gasped. "Perfect. So perfect."
She smiled and went back to work, adding Belle’s suggestion to her technique. The combination of her mouth and hand was driving me insane. I wasn’t going to last long at this rate.
"Naomi," I warned, "I’m close."
She didn’t stop. If anything, she doubled her efforts, moving faster, taking me deeper.
"Fuck," I groaned, my fingers tightening in her hair as I came.
Naomi stayed with me through it, swallowing everything. When I finally finished, she pulled back, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand.
"Was that okay?" she asked, like she hadn’t just blown my mind.
"That was incredible," I told her honestly. "Come here."
I pulled her up onto the bed and kissed her deeply. She melted against me, her small body pressed to mine.
"My turn now," Belle announced, moving to kneel where Naomi had been. "But I want something different."
She pushed me onto my back, her blue hair cascading over her shoulders as she climbed onto the bed. Her movements were deliberate, purposeful, and she straddled my thighs with the confidence of someone who knew exactly what she wanted. Even though I’d just finished, my body was already responding to the sight of her naked above me, her curves backlit by the soft hotel lighting.
"Lie back," she told Naomi, patting the space beside me on the mattress. Her voice carried that teasing edge again. "Your turn to watch how it’s done."
Naomi hesitated for only a heartbeat before settling next to me, her head coming to rest on my shoulder. The warmth of her body pressed against my side, her breath soft against my neck. Belle wrapped her fingers around my length, working me with slow, deliberate strokes until I was fully hard again. Then she positioned herself over me, her thighs spreading wide.
"Wait," I said, the practical thought cutting through the haze of arousal. "Protection?"
Belle rolled her eyes, but there was amusement in her expression. "You think I didn’t come prepared? God, you’re such a Boy Scout sometimes." She leaned over to the nightstand, retrieving a small box I hadn’t noticed earlier.
"I bought these while you two were busy looking at clothes. Figured we’d need them tonight."
