Chapter 4The Wife Swap That Burned Them

He leaned down, his hands sliding to my hips, but I gently pressed a palm against his chest to stop him.

"Here," I said, reaching into my bag and pulling out a cold bottle of water I had prepared. "Hydrate first. We have a long night ahead of us."

Unsuspecting, he took the bottle and guzzled down half of it in one go.

Within ten minutes, the heavy sedative I’d dissolved in the water took effect. Trey’s eyelids fluttered, his speech slurred, and he collapsed onto the plush mattress, fast asleep.

For the next two hours, I sat quietly in an armchair by the window, watching the shadows lengthen across the forest floor while the agonizing sounds from the other room slowly faded to a halt.

Once the house went quiet, I got to work. I carefully undressed Trey, leaving him in his boxers, and ruffled his hair. Then, I unzipped my dress, messed up my hair, and lightly shook his shoulder until his eyes blinked open.

He looked around, completely disoriented. "What... what happened?"

"You got a little too excited, handsome," I whispered, putting on a tired, breathless smile. "You passed out right after we started. I had to finish things on my own."

A flush of deep embarrassment crawled up his neck. He rubbed his large head, looking utterly mortified. "Olivia, I... I'm sorry. This has never happened to me before. Please don't tell Luke."

"Of course I won't," I said, gently stroking his chest. "But you should probably head to the guest bathroom and clean up before he comes in. It might be awkward."

He nodded quickly, grabbing his clothes and scrambling out of the room.

A few minutes later, the bedroom door swung open and Luke walked in, wearing nothing but a loosely tied robe. He looked thoroughly spent and incredibly pleased with himself.

"Your friend's wife is something else," Luke boasted, leaning against the doorframe. "Incredible stamina."

"She has an insurance policy on that body of hers," Trey’s voice called out as he walked back into the room, having successfully put his clothes back on. He gave Luke a knowing, masculine nod, then looked at me with a lingering, greedy hunger. "But Olivia... man, she's something special. Totally worth the wait."

"Told you," Luke smirked, slapping Trey on the back. "Let's take a breather. We can go for round two tonight."

"Sounds good," Trey agreed, though he quickly excused himself to go find Tasha.

Once the door clicked shut, the smile fell from my face. I looked at Luke, allowing a look of intense physical distress to wash over my features.

"Luke, we need to go home," I said, my voice trembling. "I think Trey was too rough. I think I'm bleeding."

Luke frowned, his expression hardening with annoyance rather than concern. "Come on, Olivia. We just got here. Don't ruin the weekend."

He stepped closer, a dark, unsettling smile spreading across his face.

"Besides, it's not really up to you to decide when we leave anymore."

He raised his hand and clapped twice.

"Come on in, boys."