Turn The Page

Day 1

By Ana and Melvin Melons

Our cab was rolling up to a large hotel with an almost theatrical flair to it. The kind of thing that looks good on film but never usually happens in reality. The flight wasn’t too bad, but I really wanted to get settled and see if the energy at this convention was as strong as advertised.

We rode underneath a large steel awning into blinding bright lights. The elegant façade was hidden behind a series of banners for events this weekend. One caught my eye. It was a large red banner with calligraphed lettering that read “Turn the Page: Erotic Readers Writers conference and accessory expo.”

Ana tried to roll down the window, but it was locked. She smashed her face against the glass, smooshing her nose as the cab moved trying to see everything all at once. “This is so much better than I imagined!” She was excited, she’d been looking forward to this for a long time.

We came to a stop and Ana got out, she was off on an adventure before I could reign her in, but then again, I didn’t really want to get in the way of her moment of awe and wonder. I tapped my phone to pay, thanked the driver and got our luggage from the trunk.

I wheeled the bag inside while Ana made her way back to me. “I want a shower before we do anything.” I told her.

“Okay, me first.” She responded as we stepped up to the counter. We checked in easily and headed to the elevator. Our convention was on the seventh floor and so was our room. There was a main bar in the lobby, and one on every level. Apparently this was a special hotel designed for this type of convention to be held on every floor simultaneously. Ana, of course, already knew all of this and I was playing catch up.

We stepped up to our door, 722. It was a pretty standard room, nothing special. We’d hopefully spend extraordinarily little time here, or a whole lot, depending on context.

Ana stripped down and went into the bathroom. “I’ll be quick, I’m just washing my body.”

I shrugged and opened the luggage. I pulled out a purple shirt and linen pants for myself, and Ana’s sexy black dress and a pair of heels for her.

The water turned off. Ana grabbed a towel from the shelf and stepped out. “I wish we had a Jacuzzi tub.” she mused. 

Watching her towel off is one of my favorite pastimes, it’s something that never gets old. She saw me watching and indulged in putting on a show while finishing getting ready and reapplying some makeup.

I started to take my clothes off. “I’ll jump in really quick.”

Ana pressed her lips together and dabbed them with a tissue. “I’ll see you at the bar. I’ll be sitting next to the most beautiful woman in the room.”

I started to protest. “It’ll only take a minute.”

Ana quieted me. “Take your time, I want to get to know her first.”

While I probably could have, I didn’t argue. I let my hair down and stepped into the shower. I closed the door and the steam built up. Cryptic symbols started to appear on the glass, slowly morphing into the shape of a heart. Inside was written “A+M” and there was an arrow through it, below were two large round impressions at about chest height and roughly the size of Ana’s breasts that I knew to be her shower missive signature.

I did a top to bottom, clean, shave, trim, and condition routine. 15 minutes later and looking like I had just risen from the Jordan River, I was a new man. I walked down the hall, and into the convention space to find the bar. My eyes searched the space for her dress, but I couldn’t find it.

“Where are you at?” I sent a quick text before doing another scan of the room.

“They only serve food at the lobby bar. We’re waiting for you; we can’t wait to see you.” She texted me back right away. 

“We?” I said aloud before heading towards the elevator. The empty glass compartment arrived and I stepped inside. I looked down and could see the lobby bar. It wasn’t hard to find Ana sitting at a table with someone else. As I got closer I could see a third person, a man, standing there. I noticed him trying to take a seat, abruptly stop, and excuse himself. Ana shot him down.

The elevator doors opened and I made my way over to them. I finally got a close look at the woman who was at the table with Ana. The waning sunlight caught her hair, bringing out the auburn undertones that gleamed like polished mahogany. Her dark-green jumpsuit, short-sleeved and cinched at the waist, struck a balance between playful and sleek. The whole outfit had a stylish professional vibe from the work-appropriate way it hugged her body to the v-neckline that showed just enough cleavage to tempt you to look but remind you not to stare. Her fuzzy black heels were an anomaly, broadcasting an entirely different message that I was picking up loud and clear.

As I got close I could hear them speaking. The woman looked from me to Ana. “You’re right, he does look like Jesus.”

Ana replied, “And he usually talks like a gentleman. A perverted gentleman.”

“Love of my life.” I put my hand on Ana’s back, avoiding the fabric of her dress to touch bare flesh. “That is a very apt description.”

“Hey, have a seat,” she said, gesturing to the chair next to her. “This is my new friend, Paige.”

Across the table, Paige’s smile was radiant, her glossy pink lips shimmered with flecks of gold. Her eyes intrigued me, steel blue, cool and guarded, yet betraying a secret desire.

“Nice to meet you, Paige. I’m Melvin.” I greeted her warmly.

I gestured to their glasses. “What are you drinking?”

Ana glanced at their drinks then back to me “They had a sour beer on tap. It’s the only beer she likes too.” Ana was excited at the coincidence.

“That’s pretty uncommon.” I said dryly, turning to our new friend. “You’re a fan of sour beer, how about cocktails?”

Paige nodded to me excitedly. “I like sour and tart drinks. It’s sweet and nice, but there’s always that bite.

I nodded to her, choosing her next libation in my head. “I’ll pick the next round of drinks for everyone.” I said.

Paige lifted her glass and took a drink. “You may want to order soon; it took a while to get these.”

I stood with a chuckle and looked towards the bar. “Did you order any food?”

Ana nodded. “We picked a few apps; they’re on the way.” 

I nodded back. “Then I’ll be back with drinks.” I went to the bartender and greeted her. I knew my order, and after I’d given it she made light of the theme. We joked back and forth, making some small talk as she mixed three cocktails and a shot for me. When the drinks were ready I loaded three into my left hand and carried the shot with my right.

I stepped back up to the table and set the drinks down. “For Ana I’ve got a screaming orgasm.” I slid her a slightly off-white drink, the distinct smell of coffee liqueur wafting from it. “And for Paige and I,” I slid her one of the two glasses with a fruity red drink. “I figured we’d both enjoy a sloe comfortable screw.” I picked up the shot and held it up for them to see. “And as a way to catch up, I can’t resist an opportunity for a red headed slut.”

She tried to keep her composure but failed. Her shoulders sagged and she looked like she might start dripping off the sides of the chair. I downed my shot and fought showing how much I hated it by lifted my cocktail for a toast.

Paige clinked glasses with us, laughing as we proclaimed, “to boobs.” She seemed freer, her posture loosened and she eased herself into the moment.

“So, are you here for the erotica convention too?” I asked.

“Nope,” Ana added, letting Paige clarify.

Her phone buzzed and she showed it to us. I could see the weight of the world back on her shoulders again.

Ana read the message on the screen aloud, “Paige. At the pool. Networking. Join me when you’re free.”

“I’m here for an HR convention.” She let out a beleaguered sigh. “I actually came down here because I was tired of talking about work.”

I nodded as I listened. “Say no more, consider the topic closed.” 

“Speaking of the pool though, I would like to go to the hot tub later.” I felt Ana’s hand on my thigh as she spoke. I looked at her, she was gazing up at me adoringly.

“What floor is your convention on? So, I know where to avoid if we wander off together?”

Paige chuckled. “My convention is on the fifth floor. My boss got us a suite on the 10th floor though.”

I nodded, glancing at Ana and back. “That seems sketchy. Your boss arranged for the two of you to share a room?”

She gave a non-committal head shake. “We each have our own room in the suite, but he’s been a creep about it already and it's ironic that he’s pulling this shit at an HR convention.”

“Sounds like you’ve got something to hold over him. Could come in handy.” I added with a sinister twist of my mustache.

Our appetizers were delivered and we continued to chat. 

“He was just here being weird.” Ana added.

I nodded. “I think I saw him from the elevator. It looked like Ana ran him off.”

“Yeah he just tried to sit down with us and Ana told him this was a ladies only table.” Paige giggled. “I hope he saw you sit down with us 30 seconds later.”

“If he comes back, I hope I get to have fun chasing him off too.” I added.

“I need a second round first.” Ana said. “I didn’t like the way he was looking at us.”

Paige’s lips returned to that radiant smile, her posture relaxed.

“Tell us about your sex life.” Ana blurted out to change the subject.

Paige let out a loud laugh. "What sex life?" she asked. There was a brief pause before she continued, “A few of my boyfriends are rechargeable, and some of them need to be plugged into the wall.” Almost as soon as she finished the joke she winced and laughed at herself, taking a nervous sip of her drink.

“You’re not the only one, that type seems to be really common these days.”

The awkwardness faded from her and she leaned forward on the table.

“So, you’re single, or you’ve got a dead bedroom?” Ana continued to probe, clearly interested in the answer.

Paige didn’t hesitate, “I’ve been single for 6 years. Before that, I was in a relationship where I wished the bedroom had been dead for 4 years.”

“Was it bad because he was inconsiderate or lazy in bed?” I followed up.

“He was both. He was selfish, he never did anything that I liked, and he only ever wanted blowjobs. I got nothing from our sexual relationship except that I'm really good at blowjobs now.” She paused, hesitating before she continued. “I don’t mind being someone’s toy once in a while, but not every single time.”

“Even if I did use you like a toy, I’d still enjoy making sure you have a good time too.” I replied.

She nodded to me and Ana. “He refused to give me oral and in the rare case we did have sex it never went well because he wouldn’t do any foreplay either.” She hesitated again, this time deciding not to say what she was thinking.

“Please, don’t be shy.” Ana chimed in.

Paige snickered, “You shouldn’t be so shy either, girl, you were so chatty before.”

Ana blushed in response before she pivoted the conversation again. “Well Melvin is the only man who has ever made me cum from oral.”

Paige shifted in her seat, her thighs pressed tight together. “I…” she started, searching for the right words “I’ve never had an orgasm with a partner. I’ve only ever tried cowgirl once and I was loving it, but we stopped because he said it ‘didn’t do anything for him’ and we never tried again. I’m sorry to dump all that on you like that, you two are just so easy to talk to.”

“You should be sorry. If you don’t stop we’re going to have to bend you over that table and spank you.” I quipped.

Her posture went rigid, she didn’t move. I could see her melting on the inside again. “That would be the worst. I’d better not do that again.” Her words were dripping with sarcasm.

I thought about the prospect, bending her over the table, the dark green jumpsuit tightens and separates her cheeks for me. I give her a series of swats, thwomp, thwomp, thwomp. I imagined her rosy cheeks on the other side of the fabric as I stood her back up, a half-concealed look of satisfaction on her face. 

Back to reality, I glanced up at her, and our eyes met. She looked away quickly. She knew what I was thinking about, and she was too. Below the table, Ana’s hand squeezed my inner thigh, and her fingers moved over my bulge before she took my hand.

I cleared my throat and changed the subject. “Do we want another drink, or should we get Ana to a hot tub?”

“Why not both?” Ana stood and walked away to the bar without a second for either of us to protest. 

Paige and I were alone for the first time. She looked back at me; there was something she wanted to say but she couldn’t get it out. It was on the tip of her tongue but she couldn’t do it and a look of defeat came over her face. “My boss was headed to the pool and I’m trying not to run into him, and I generally avoid hotel pools.”

I shrugged. “That’s probably smart. She can’t stay away from hot bubbling water and scantily clad women so this may be where we part ways.”

Paige paused. She hesitated but gave in again. “That’s what I was going to say. My suite has a hot tub on the balcony and my boss is down here networking at the pool. He’ll probably be there talking shop for a while. I think there’s room for three.”

I praised her idea, “That’s brilliant! I think we’d love to join you.

Ana came back over with a bottle of champagne and three glasses. “Join her where?”

I took the glasses from her, freeing up one of her hands. “Paige has invited us to her room to use the hot tub on the balcony.”

Ana wiggled her eyebrows. “Ooooh,”

Paige smiled timidly. “I just need to buy a swimsuit.”

Ana cocked her head. “Why?”

“Oh, I didn’t bring one.” She answered.

Ana giggled, “We’ll be in private; I’m not going to wear one.” 

Paige blinked, the possibility drew an intrigued grin on her face, and her sarcasm made another appearance. “Oh no, I guess I’ll just have to skip the overpriced swimsuit and get naked with you two strangers. What a tragedy. I guess we’ll have to head straight up there then.”

I led them to the elevator. Ana wanted to make a stop at our room to grab something so we made a quick detour. We didn’t ask questions when she showed back up with our whole bag and continued on our sojourn to the suite.

Paige used her room key to access the 10th floor. The elevator dinged and we stepped out onto soft carpet. Before I knew it she was holding open the door to her suite for us.

It was a big room, the walls were white and the ceilings were tall. At the back was a large, windowed wall and a brightly lit balcony beyond it. 

Ana quickly made her way outside; she started the jets and began to disrobe. Ana kicked off her heels and her breasts spilled out and the sexy black dress. “Oops” she said, pushing the shoulders down and letting the garment fall into a pile on the tile floor.

I took off one of my socks and hung it on the outside doorknob. “Universal signal for do not disturb, come back later.” I said to Paige.

Paige locked the door and turned to Ana letting out a laugh. 

Fully naked, Ana was dragging the cover off of the hot tub, the bottle of Champagne held aloft in perfect balance as she heaved. Steam billowed out into the cool night air. “It’s already warmed up.” she shouted.

I took Paige’s hands and looked into her eyes. Closer, and in better lighting I noticed something I’d missed before. Each of her blue steel eyes, near the pupil, had a starburst of gold. Like filigree on an already beautiful piece of art. “I just noticed the flecks in your eyes. The gold in your lipstick really makes them pop.”

Her cheeks flushed. “Thank you so much.” 

“We should probably join my wife before she gets jealous,” I suggested, pulling off my other sock and tossing it aside.

Paige gave a mischievous smile, “Maybe I want her to be jealous.”

“We can do that better up close too.” My comment prompted her and we walked out to the balcony. 

Ana was already in the tub; her naked body had disappeared below the surface of the water. She beckoned us to join her.

Paige stepped in front of me and gently removed her fuzzy black heels. “Can you unzip me?” She lifted her auburn hair. 

My fingers gripped the zipper; the tip of my thumb inadvertently caressed her back as I lowered it.

She turned back and met my gaze. There was an expectant look in her eyes as if my work wasn’t done. As I removed the straps from her shoulders she let out a held breath that was barely audible over the bubbling water. She shifted her hips as my hands guided the jumpsuit over them and I let it fall into a pool at her feet. I grasped her mahogany locks and twisted them into a bun while she shimmied her black panties down.

Paige stepped up to the tub and took one more look back at me to make sure I was watching. She eased herself in with patient grace, her round ass disappeared below the roiling water and the remaining curves of her body followed inch by inch as she made her way to the far side of the tub. 

I approached and opened the bottle of champagne, pouring a glass for each of us and setting them on a small table nearby. Ana turned to me and hoisted herself out, her breasts laid on the edge, tempting me. Hot water pooled and ran down the outside of the tub. Her hands found the hem of my shirt and lifted it over my head, then with another pull my linen pants hit the ground.

I shuffled the last of my clothes loose and stepped in. The heat of the water was a shock, but I adapted quickly. I passed a drink to the ladies, keeping the last for myself. I stretched out my arms, one behind Ana, who leaned into my chest to cuddle, the other was resting on the edge. I leaned down and kissed the top of my wife’s head before relaxing.

Ana broke the brief silence with a statement bringing the conversation back to an earlier topic. “So, you have never had a partnered orgasm?”

Paige shook her head, taking a long drink from her glass.

“Melvin can change that for you, if you’d like?” Ana’s fingers caressed my chest as she spoke.

“I’d be happy to help.” I was nonchalant about it, feigning as if it were just another thing I’d do today.

“Oh, I’m sure you would,” Paige waffled visibly. I could see that she wanted to say yes but was working up the courage. 

I continued. “You should think about it for as long as you need. Until then you can feel free to join the cuddle at any time.”

This time she didn’t hesitate, Paige slid across the tub; her hand found the small of my back and she snuggled up with Ana and I.

I finished my glass of champagne and wrapped my arm around her, pulling her close. She and Ana sighed contently as their foreheads touched. 

Paige nestled even closer, her thighs pressed against mine beneath the surface. Her chin wedged into my chest as she nuzzled me blissfully.

Some time passed in silence before Paige lifted her head. She looked at Ana, then at me. “You can have me any way you want.” Her hand slid down my chest and into the water as she laid her head back down. I felt her fingers on my thigh. Ana’s hand followed hers into the water, resting on the opposite side. 

I took Ana’s arm, I slowly moved it over, placing it on Paige’s wrist and closing her fingers around it. I lifted both their arms and moved them between my legs. I guided their hands to my semi-flaccid cock. Ana used Paige’s hand to tease me, directing it to caress and fondle me.

Before too long Ana had pulled her hand away. “I have another idea.” She moved away and climbed out of the water to sit on the edge. “Paige, come sit between my legs.”

I could see where she was going with this and I moved away to make space.

Paige did as Ana asked, moving her arms over Ana’s legs for stability.

Ana took her head and cradled it in her lap, gently stroking her hair and face.

I moved up closer. I lifted Paige, putting one leg on each of my shoulders.

Paige gasped nervously as she lost contact with the ground, but she quickly got comfortable between the two of us holding her steady. “Well, no pressure, but if you fail it'll be really embarrassing the way you've talked yourself up.”

“There will be pressure, but It’ll vary, to keep things interesting.” I kissed slowly up her leg, starting at her calf. As I made my way, I felt her body relaxing as she got used to my touch only to tense again as I reached new more sensitive areas. Once I was out of leg to kiss, I carried on, my tongue started to explore, feeling for its target. It was my lips that found it first, giving her clit a gentle kiss and eliciting a soft moan. My tongue teased it and a pleased gasp followed closely.

“Oh fuck, don’t stop.” She choked.

I did not stop, my tongue teased her, round and round, up and down. I licked her clit and slit until I felt I had worked her up enough. My mouth opened, enveloping her and sucking.

Her hips trembled on my shoulders, her legs squeezed me tightly to keep me from escaping, not that I ever would. With Ana helping her relax it didn’t take long before Paige could barely contain herself.

“I told you he’s good,” Ana said.

“I never knew it could be like this.” Paige gasped and squirmed, then let out a breathless laugh. “Oh, god I’m so lame.”

“I like when you’re lame.” I mumbled as I continued my work, driving away all of her insecurities and hesitations with my mouth. I felt her body fully relax and I went for the kill. I licked harder, my tongue flat and broad moved across her leading to one last maneuver. My mouth closed around her clit again, I sucked it, hard, bringing out another gasp, then inside my mouth I started licking. 

Ana pressed her lips to Paige’s ear; her voice was low and breathy. “Don’t fight it. Cum for him, Cum for us.”

A short time later, and with Ana’s encouragement, she let out a loud pleasured wail, barely distinguishable as language followed by the classic of all the classic orgasm lines. “Oh fuck!” 

Ana and I held her tight while her body convulsed its way through her first partnered orgasm.

I let the moment play itself out, removing my mouth and letting the sensation fade. I set her back down in the water. 

Ana continued to stroke her hair as she caught her breath.

Paige’s whole body jolted back to life and she took a seat at the edge of the tub. She covered her face with her hands. “Oh my god, I didn’t know this was possible.” Paige finally managed to speak.

I gave a slightly sarcastic answer. “I read women’s magazines, particularly the tips and tricks to teach your man.”

“I told you he’s good.” Ana said with a smile.

“Yeah,” Paige started. “But I thought I was the problem.”

Ana stroked her cheek lovingly.

Paige seemed to ponder for a moment and then stood up and climbed onto the floor. She walked over to a cabinet and grabbed us all a towel and began drying herself off.

Ana turned to her. “Is everything okay?”

She looked back at us. “I want him to fuck me next.”

I liked the sound of that. Ana and I both stood and got out.

Once dried Paige gathered up all our clothes and the bottle of champagne. She skipped excitedly back inside and into a door on the left. Ana and I followed and found Paige laying in the bed, her legs spread and waiting. “I’m worried that’s not going to fit.” She took one last drink of the champagne and handed it to me; I swallowed a gulp and passed the remainder to Ana who finished off the bottle and set it aside.

“If it doesn’t fit, it doesn’t fit. Let’s find out.” I moved to the bed with her, crawling up from the foot and making my way towards her. I popped one of her delectable nipples into my mouth and made her squirm again. As I got into position I started to slide inside but there was resistance, she wasn’t ready.

“I’m sor…” Paige started to apologize, but I cut her off by putting a finger on her lips, and then in her mouth, pressing down on her tongue. She relented, sealing her lips around my digit, sucking and licking it pleasingly. Her steely eyes stared up at me in surrender, leaving me to do as I will. 

With my free hand, I grasped my cock, guiding the head to her clit. I rubbed in small circles and long strokes, the two most sensitive parts of our bodies meeting for the first time. My knuckles glided along her slit as I teased her until they were glistening. I felt her muscles relax and I spread a bead of precum all over my tip to make myself slick for her. I shifted downward, effortlessly sliding inside. She hadn’t lied, she was tight, but it was her reaction that brought me so close to climax I had to fight it off.

Paige gasped and pulled my finger from her mouth, her eyes shut and relief washed over her face. “I needed this so bad,” she moaned, pulling me deeper and followed with another pleased gasp. “You’re so warm inside me. I had no idea how much I needed this.” She put my hand on her right breast, my fingers found their marks, two of them pinching her taut nipple, the other three squeezing and pressing deep into her soft skin. With my other arm I lifted her leg up onto my shoulder, plunging even deeper still, and drawing another gasp. 

Ana looked over my shoulder, catching Paige’s gaze while she writhed beneath me. I felt her hands on my back, and her breath on my cheek. “She’s so perfect. Don’t hold back, give her what she craves.” She moved next to us on the bed, her fingers teased Paige’s free nipple while her other hand spider crawled its way to Paige’s clit. Two fingers found their mark and began to rub her in rhythm with me. Her hand grasped Paige and her ravenous lips made their way to her nipple, sucking hard.

Paige squirmed; her eyes were locked on mine now. Every breath was a gasp. I could see how close she was. We held her pleasure in our hands, literally. I thought about making her wait, but I couldn’t resist. “Now.” I commanded.

She obeyed. Her moans turned to chokes and screams. “Fuck…” she screeched, “Yes!” She repeated it over and over again. When her eyes opened they found mine and held them there.

Paige laid on her back and recovered, a silly grin on her face and breathing in deep joyful gasps. 

Ana put a hand on my chest and pushed me down onto my back. She climbed on, her pussy swallowed my cock whole. She rode briefly, an old trick she likes to call “Getting on and getting off.” Ana climaxed and fell onto the bed.

I looked at Paige, “I want your mouth,” I told her.

Paige got onto her hands and knees, she came for me, her tongue teasing me as she got used to my size. Before long I was enveloped by her mouth. Her lips glided up and down my shaft in slow measured movements. She felt amazing, her tongue was touching me just right, her eyes were watching the pleasure on my face.

I grasped her hair and took control. She submitted easily and I used her mouth however I liked it. The sound of her slurping on me drove me wild. “I’m going to cum in your mouth, and you’re going to let it overflow and drip on your tits for Ana to clean up.”

She couldn’t speak, but her begging eyes sent a clear message. She shifted onto her knees and I followed, thrusting harder and faster. Ana moved and put one of her breasts in my mouth, her succulent nipple pressed between my lips, held tightly between my teeth. I felt the sensation building; I couldn’t fight it any longer and I let go.

I roared as the moment came, loud, guttural, and intensely pleased. I gripped her tight, and she moaned with satisfaction. Soon, I could see my cum spilling from her lower jaw, dripping onto her waiting breasts, glistening in the light as they jiggled.

Ana came around, rubbing her breasts against Paige’s, smearing the mess all over the two of them and playing with it.

I laid down next to them, spent.

Ana helped Paige clean up with one of the towels. She was mostly through when there was a loud banging sound from the other room.

“Paige!” A muffled voice shouted from outside the suite. “Why is there a man’s sock on the door? Why is the door locked? Who was shouting?”

Paige blushed. “Oh my god, that’s my boss.” She covered her head with a blanket.

I snuggled up next to her. “Do you want us to handle him?” It was too late; we heard the door open and the chain catch.

“Hey.” Ana was standing in front of the door, naked. Blocking his view of us. “Look, here’s the thing. It’s completely inappropriate for you to have booked a shared room with your subordinate. We all know that. I figured you want a way out of this mistake, and I have one. We’ll trade rooms. Melvin and I will share this suite with Paige, and you can take our room on the seventh floor. Nobody needs to file any complaints with corporate.”

There was a brief pause, and I heard the door go slack, followed by a man’s voice. “That’s a good idea as long as Paige is comfortable with the arrangement.” 

Paige snuggled up close to me, enjoying my body heat. “I'm extremely comfortable with this proposal.”

We heard the man’s voice again. “Can I get my things?”

“Let me get cleaned up and dressed. We’ve already brought our luggage up here so you can just take your things and one of our keys.” Ana said.

“Yes, Ma’am. I’ll wait out here.”

I was quickly nodding off, Paige in my arms. 

Ana kissed me. “I’m going to deal with this guy and I’ll get us set up in the other room. You two sleep tight, I’ll be in bed soon.” She left the room and closed the door.

“I have a surprise for you, if you’re still here in the morning.” Paige Mumbled.

I held out long enough to notice she had fallen asleep. My eyes were heavy; I couldn’t keep them open. I must have dozed off because the next thing I knew, Ana was naked again climbing into bed with us. She wrapped her arms around Paige and we both squeezed her tight between us as we drifted off to sleep.