Milo stumbled towards him, holding out a bottle of water. Jaxton took it with a hoarse grunt, and Milo began picking up his clothes.
Simon, from the armchair, mumbled, “You’re leaving?”
Milo threw Mrs. Candless a look. She rested on the floor, facedown. She was covered in what they’d done to her, some of it caked in from earlier in the day, some of it fresh. Judging from the shaking, she was crying again. She’d been doing that on and off since that frantic threesome in front of Jim.
“Yeah,” Milo said. He gestured at Emilia as she pushed herself up to her knees. “Just not the same, you know?”
“Yeah,” Simon said. Landon’s hot mom was gone. Utterly, totally gone. They’d fucked her in every version of every fantasy they’d ever dreamed of with her. There was no mystique left. For Milo, Simon knew, it would be on to the next slut.
“I should go too,” Jaxton said, his throat clearer now that he had a drink. He rose to his feet, wincing. “God, I don’t think anyone’s ever worked us harder than that.”
He disappeared into the bedroom to dress. Milo grabbed up his car keys, and glanced down at Mrs. Candless. She looked back up at him, cheeks red. She said nothing, but reached instinctively for his dick again, thinking that was what she was supposed to do. Milo shook his head. “Man, I really loved you.” He sighed, and left.
Jaxton came out, tugging his shirt down over his broad shoulders. He went into the kitchen and grabbed some of the delivery they’d ordered at some point during the day. He came back out with a mouthful of food. “See ya soon, Mrs. C.”
“Ja-Jax…” she croaked, but he was already gone too.
Simon stood up and winced just as Jaxton had. He was right. They really had gone to town. He stared down at Mrs. Candless for a long time, then said, “Come on. Let’s get you up and into the shower.”
She came with him willingly, head low, her hair matted where they’d come in it. He couldn’t keep her upright and clean her up at the same time, so he ran her a bath and helped her in. While she shivered despite the warmth of the water, Simon knelt beside her, running a washrag over the worst of it, feeling strangely paternal towards her. She held his wrist at one point and brought his fingers to her lips, sucking them down, eyes glittering still. He made a “sh” sound, and she visibly relaxed.
When Emilia was clean again, he helped Mrs. Candless out of the bath and drained the tub. Taking her into the master bedroom wasn’t going to work. The bed was coated in come and pussy juices. So he brought her to Landon’s room, settling her on the bed. He grabbed some of the lingerie he bought her, along with shorts and a tank. By that point, she had the strength again to dress herself, though she was even more sore than him and Jaxton.
“All right, I’m going to head out too,” Simon said, and leaned over to kiss her forehead. “Thank you. That was the hottest damn thing I’ve ever done.”
She looked up at him, bleary and worn out. “I can’t stay here.”
“I know.”
“I don’t have anywhere to go.”
Simon held her gaze. It would have been so easy to walk out of there. Just a day ago, he probably would have led the charge to leave, cackling. But maybe somewhere in the midst of everything they’d done, he’d broken too. He nodded. “Wait here.”