Page 80 of Knot Just A Fan

Grayson’s hands are still holding the successfully unhooked bra over my breasts as I slide my butt forward on the seat to accommodate Enzo. The moment his lips land just above my clit, Grayson drops my bra to the floor and cups my bare breasts. He twists my nipples slowly and I let out a moan.

“Jesus, that’s—I’m going to cum.”

“Let me inside first, if you don’t mind,” comes Enzo’s muffled voice. He slides his velvety tongue between my lips and sucks gently on one side, then the other, until he settles on my clit. I arch into Grayson, whose rigid cock is still raging at the small of my back. All my muscles clench and I squeeze my eyes shut, my toes curling under on the floor of the limo, and I release.

Enzo laps me up and I flail helplessly down toward him. I want to bring him up to me, to take him in my hands and bring him to my mouth. But Grayson takes my hands from behindme, covering them with his, and presses them into my breasts, making circles across my raw nipples.

“No need, angel,” says Enzo. He leans back, pulling my skirt down again, with the biggest puppy-dog expression in those vivid green eyes. “This is our apology. You needn’t lift a finger.”

With his irresistible accent and luscious dark hair, I don’t know how I never felt drawn to his body like I do now. Maybe it’s being marked. Maybe it’s just opening my eyes and seeing that thisismy pack. Grayson was my soul-connection, but through him I see so much more.

I lean back into Gray, my heart jumping all over the place. The wall between the driver and the back of the car is down. Does that mean he can’t see back here in his mirror? I suspect this sort of thing goes on in limos all the time, but this is my first ride in one.

Definitely a ride I wouldn’t mind taking again.

“Time to switch,” Grayson breathes into my ear. He slides out from around me and Enzo clambers up with glee to take his place.

“Yes! Let me at those beautiful nipples, please.” The way he saysnipplesmakes me squirm and shiver as his gym-hardened thighs frame mine. His touch is more playful, less intense than Grayson. Both are heaven, but Enzo plays with my breasts like he’s never seen a pair before, and it drives me wild.

While he’s doing this, Grayson kneels between my legs. He starts by kissing his way up the inside of my left leg, from ankle to calf to inner thigh before he kisses around my hips, across my belly, and a trail down to my entrance. I’m swollen and so sensitive. Something about not being in full heat like I was last time has made my body tire more easily, but I’m here for it either way.

“You guys are spoiling me,” I whisper, clenching my teeth then gasping out a moan as Grayson runs his fingers along myslit on either side. He presses his mouth deep into me. I’m so wet down there that I worry I’ll drown him.

His tongue flicks away at my clit, sending tremors of warmth and want through the center of my being. Coupled with Enzo whispering how soft my skin is, how erotic my scent is, and how responsive my body is to their touch, I feel like a string of orgasms lights me up like fireworks. Without any control over my limbs or the sounds escaping my lips, I ride out the waves until Enzo leans around my side to plant his lips on my left breast, suckling the tip into his mouth.

Grayson appears between my legs, all smiles and bedroom eyes. He runs a hand through his goatee, which is soaked with my slick. Then he joins Enzo in sucking my other nipple into his mouth. They arrange themselves now both kneeling at my sides, licking and sucking my hardened buds into their hot mouths, their hands holding my breasts high.

My feet flop uselessly open, my toes curling and relaxing, over and over as they get me off one more time. Both pairs of lips, sucking my tits into their mouths, groaning in pleasure as they fondle and lift my breasts up to their faces.

The only thing missing … is Ronan. And during this last orgasm of the evening, with an Arcadia Echo Alpha on each of my breasts, I close my eyes and dream of Ronan’s tied up hair, expressive brown eyes, and toned, fit arms propping himself over me as he thrusts in and out of my crease, dripping with my slick and exploding inside me. Happy, and home.

I fall asleep shortly after, curled up with my head on Enzo’s lap and my feet on Gray’s. But it’s not far to Reading. They carry me up to the flat, where Cami and Ash are sitting on the sofa, asleep on one another in front of a film running the credits. I smile sleepily, eyeing a pile of luggage at the door.

Despite my protests, Gray places me in my bed. They both strip down, and crawl in on either side. I turn toward Grayson asEnzo wraps one leg around me, and we all close our eyes. Enzo’s length is comfortably tucked against me, and Grayson’s brought my hand down to cup him, but he’s whispered, “Sleep, angel. You’ve done enough today. Paris in the morning.”

I wake some hours later to gentle snoring and peaceful breaths. Enzo and Gray both face me, the starlight from the window throwing shadows on their handsome faces. Enzo’s once-broken nose, slightly crooked, is astonishingly sexy, giving him a kind of perma-smirk that makes my core twitch.

And Gray. Beautiful, enigmatic, contradictory, observant, empathetic Grayson Cove. I have loved you for a decade. And now I’m yours. Both of yours. I want you to be mine.

How can things not stay this way? How can I let this go, this feeling of fullness, of love, of adoration, of commitment?

Yes. Paris will hurt.

And then, there’s Ronan. He feels separate, and lost. My cheeks are damp but I don’t wipe them dry. He’s like a child in a way, a boy who was forced to let go. And I get it.

More than anything, I suddenly long to hold Ronan to me.

I look past Enzo’s shoulder to the window and the clear night outside. The rain’s finally stopped.

I won’t stop until Ronan knows he’s worthy of love that won’t leave. Even if it can’t be mine.

CHAPTER 32

Briella

One long limo ride (God,I could really get used to this), one Eurostar ride hurtling below the English Channel, about twenty-seven coffees between the five of us, and two rounds of breakfast, Enzo, Grayson, Ash, Cami, and I arrive in Paris. I’m exhausted, giddy, nervous—and worried.

That weird twisting pain that rose into my chest the day before yesterday is back. It comes in waves, stealing my breath, but then disappearing for awhile.

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