Page 85 of The Triple Play

Xavi fisted my shirt in his grip, still keeping his head tucked into my neck, just breathing. Justholding.

“Tell me what I can do,” Colton muttered against my lips, but it wasn’t an order like it usually would be coming from him. It was arequest. His fingers pulled on the waistband of my leggings, one hand on Xavi’s shoulder to steady himself. “Tell me what you need.”

“You,” I croaked. “All of you.”

Xavi’s arms tightened around me.

Colton took a deep, shuddering breath, and Xavi lifted me up just a hair, just enough for Colton to get my leggings and underwear down over my rear and down my thighs. Colton sat on his knees, his mouth moving languidly against mine. He pulled the fabric off my ankles and tossed it to the side, then his boxers, and snuck an arm around my waist between my body and Xavi’s, his hold gentle for once.

My chest ached as Xavi pulled at my shirt, raising it up my torso, exposing my lack of a bra. He let me go just long enough to get it up and off me, then slotted himself back into the crook of my neck, his chest shaking as he took in a trembling breath.

“Can I have her?” Colton breathed, breaking from my mouth and nudging the top of Xavi’s head with his nose. Colton never asked, just took, and the strange shift wasn’t lost on me. “Just for a minute. Please.”

Xavi took a long, deep breath in, hesitated, and untucked himself from my neck.

He let me go.

“Thank you,” Colton rasped.

He pulled me fully into him, his arms wrapping around me, our bare bodies flush against each other, my rear sitting on his lap as he sat on his knees and ankles. He kissed me desperately, not roughly, just like he needed it to survive — then lifted me enough to sink me down onto every inch of him.

I cried out against his mouth, my body not used to the stretch of it anymore, and he just held me tighter, giving me a moment to recover.

His hands went to my hips, his fingers sinking into the soft flesh, his grip tight but not bruising. He pulled me forward, encouraging me to ride, to grind on him, to take whatever I needed.

And I took. I took greedily.

Grasping him around the back of the neck for balance, I moved like god himself had ordered it, drawing a groan so deep from Colton that I wondered if I was breaking him. One hand slid around my back fully, his fingers splaying out across my ribs, and the other went to his hair, pushing it back like he couldn’t quite believe what was happening as he broke from the kiss to watch me.

“Christ, sweetheart,” he rasped, wide-eyed, mouth parted, eyes locked on my body as I moved against him with everything I had. “You… you can’t justdothat and expect me to survive it.”

His head fell forward onto my shoulder, his other arm coming around me now, too, guiding me forward faster, his length hitting every spot inside of me that made me gasp and stutter.

And Xavi and Cole just… waited. Watched.

Until they didn’t.

Xavi’s clothes were gone when he tucked himself up behind me, his hand sliding around my front and dipping between my thighs. He gave me the extra friction I needed, his other hand pushing against my tailbone, urging me forward and forward and forward, over and over again.

Cole came up beside us, still in his shirt but his jeans gone, sitting up on his knees to tower over me in Colton’s lap. He took my face in his hands, looked down at me like I was the entire fucking world, and kissed me.

They were too much. Too gentle. Too nice to me about all of this. I’d abandoned them for six weeks, and it felt like they were rewarding me for it when I felt like I deserved anything but a reward.

“You’re staying,” Cole murmured against my lips. “You’re staying.”

I broke in an instant. My release washed over me, my hands fisting in Colton’s hair, his ponytail pulling loose. Xavi coaxed me through it, and Colton made me move when my body wouldn’t cooperate, keeping me going with just his arms alone.

We blurred into a mess of limbs and moans and gasping breaths. Xavi pushed Colton and me down gently, getting behind me, stretching me with his fingers as Colton lifted himself into me, before Xavi was inside of me too — that insanely overwhelming, full feeling making my head spin. Cole was patient—they all were really—and stayed near my head, adding in hands where hands were needed, kissing me to distract me when things got too much. He swapped in when Colton had found his release and mumbled things I couldn’t hear against my skin.

Even when Xavi had broken, too, he didn’t leave me. He stayed wrapped around me, refusing to let me go.

And Cole… Cole was always patient, always gentle, but it was like tonight was different. He was more than that. He was calm, happy to let them have their way first, happy to just breathe the same air as me, even though I hadn’t said it back, even though it hung in the air like a secret between us.

He still kissed me like he loved me. Touched me like he did.

They all did. He was just the only one who had said it.

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