Page 46 of The Triple Play

I broke from Xavi’s mouth with a gasp, and his hand trailed down between my shoulder blades and lower, along the curve of my spine, his breathing hot and heavy in the inch of space between our mouths. “No,” I said, my voice practically a squeak.

I turned my head just enough to look at them, catching Cole’s unreadable expression and Colton with his beer halfway to his mouth, eyebrows raised.

Xav tightened his grip, pulling my upper body flush against his. I felt the rigid set of his jaw just below my temple, the scratch of barely-there stubble, the heat of his exhale. His thumb stroked against my back, gentle, soothing almost, but his fingers dug into my flesh over my shirt, a contrast that nearly made my head spin.

Cole glanced at Colton, his throat working, then turned back to us. “Would you like us tostay?”

I swallowed hard, my face already burning, my lips tingling from Xavi’s kiss — but I nodded. “Yeah,” I breathed. “If… if you want to.”

A heavy, rolling growl reverberated through Xavi’s chest, quiet enough that only I could hear it. But it set my blood on fire all the same. His mouth found the underside of my jaw, his nose tickling just beneath my ear, his teeth nipping at me like he was claiming territory. I shivered.

Colton looked at Cole, then Xavi, holding his gaze a little longer on the one wrapped around me. “I mean, it wouldn’t be the first time,” Colton said, his words a little weary.What does he mean?“Do you guys…?”

“Fuck it, sure,” Cole murmured, setting his beer down on the counter. “Xav?”

Xavi buried his head in my neck, his mouth working the skin, making my brain melt. “Don’t care,” he grunted.

Colton stepped around the counter, set his half-drunk bottle beside the sink, and set his sights directly on me, pausing just a few paces away. “You want us to join in, sweetheart?” he asked, his tone lighthearted but his stare absolutely serious. There was no smirk on his face this time, no dimple kicking out to make me weak. Just a steady look, like he meant it. Like they all did.

I wasn’t sure where my words came from. Maybe it was some weird corner of utter bravery, or maybe I was just too far gone to pretend that I didn’t want this anymore, that I hadn’t been imagining it every time I touched myself on my bed. But my voice still wavered. “How… how are you all supposed to share me if there’s only one of you on me?”

A flicker of surprise rippled across Colton’s face. That mischievous glint returned, but it was laced with something rougher, thicker, like the way he’d looked at me yesterday when he’d said he didn’t mind sharing me but somehow more intense. He moved, stepping into the space at my side like it belonged to him, one hand on the counter behind my rear and the other coming to rest on the top of my thigh. His fingertips played with the inner seam of my jeans, ghosting up and down before becoming so featherlight I almost couldn’t feel it as they snaked right up the center to the zipper and button.

“Just tell us if you want to stop,” he rasped.

Xavi didn’t back away. If anything, he came at me harder, his teeth biting down greedily on my jaw and neck, his tongue soothing the minor aches he left behind. His body shifted slightly, pulling me toward him a little, moving both of us upright and no longer blocking off the right side of my body with his arm. The kisses he left on my neck weren’t polite in the slightest — they were sharp, menacing almost, full of the need he’d clearly been storing like ammunition.

My hand moved, wrapping around Colton’s wrist instinctively, the other caught in the front of Xavi’s shirt like it was an anchor. But it was the heat of another hand on me that made my breath catch, the movement slow, the touch more broad, more gentle, sliding along the side of my rib.

Cole.

I hadn’t even noticed him come up on my right. But he stepped in, the three of them crowding me, and looked down at me like I was too breakable to touch as insistently as Xavi and Colton were. His knuckles skimmed the hem of my crop top, ghosting across my exposed flesh, teasing me gently.

“You okay?” he asked, his voice low, smooth, but simultaneously like it had been dragged across gravel.

Xavi shifted, nipping at my ear, and I winced — but my eyes shifted to Cole quickly, giving him a tight nod, my lips parted and breath catching. Before I could even get a word out, Colton was fucking in, catching my mouth in a kiss that was nearly as intense as Xavi’s, all tongue and teeth andcommanding. Xavi dropped down just far enough to let it happen, but I could still feel him breathing against my neck, his hands shifting to my hips, giving more space for them to wander but refusing to let them take his spot between my thighs.

Cole’s hand moved to my back, dipping beneath the loose fabric of my top and trailing up along my spine, over the clasp of my bra, higher, splaying out between my shoulders. The cotton pulled against my breasts, riding up in the front, and Colton was on it immediately, muttering something to Xavi about giving him space to get it off.

And before I could so much as blink, Xavi retreated an inch, my arms were raised up for me, and my shirt was gone.

I didn’t have time to process before the three of them descended on me again.

Xavi went straight for my collarbones and my upper chest, nipping and licking the skin there, sucking at it. Colton moved to kiss my neck, his hand shifting to my hair, fisting the strands of my hair and turning my head toward Cole.

And Cole kissed me. Soft, gentle, but like the weight of the world rested on it, his palm against my cheek and his breathing heavy.

I wasn’t sure where to focus. Every nerve of my body felt hijacked, every touch different — like fire, like thunder, like a crashing wave — and all of it was aimed at me.

“Fuck,” I whimpered against Cole’s mouth.

Warm breath ghosted across my ear, and Colton’s unmistakable little chuckle rang out too close, whipping me like lightning. “Look at you, sweetheart,” he cooed. “You want this, don’t you?”

I could only barely manage another nod, a shaky exhale escaping into Cole’s kiss. I was barely keeping up with it, barely able to make sense of what was happening. It was too much, but it waseverything. My heart pounded in my chest, my face and neck flushed, my breathing shallow as they kept pulling me deeper into whatever the fuck this was. I couldn’t define it, and I didn’t want to, didn’t want to think about what this was beyond the fact that they wanted me.

Cole broke off from my mouth, letting Xavi have at it instead.

“Guest room,” Cole rasped, and felt Colton move, felt his mouth leave me, felt his hand leave my hair. He must’ve been paying attention to Cole, but Xavi and I were far too lost. “The king bed.”

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