Page 43 of Three Pucks and a Baby

Once he deposited my leggings on the floor, Grayson rose off his knees. He grabbed the hem of my sweater dress and pushed it over my abdomen. His actions momentarily moved Theo’s hand from my breast, and I immediately missed the contact.

“Raise your arms,” Theo commanded against my neck.

After doing as I was told, he helped Grayson take my dress off. And then I was left in my bra and thong before then. I’d chosen my raciest set possible–black lace with tiny pink bows. From the hungry looks on the guys’ faces, they appreciated my efforts.

Once I was stripped down, their hands began roaming over my body. Grayson was cupping my breasts while Theo squeezed my ass cheeks. Their lips were also on my skin.

Kissing.

Sucking.

Licking

Closing my eyes, I let the sensations wash over me. The one area they weren’t touching me was the inferno between my legs. Desperate for friction, I shifted my legs back and forth.

“Stop,” Theo commanded.

“Seriously?”

“As a fucking heart attack.”

“Fine.” As their jeans brushed against my leg, a thought popped into my head. “Can I make a request?” I panted.

Theo sent a stinging smack to my ass, causing me to gasp. “That’s for forgetting we’re in charge.”

“Please.”

“What?”

“I feel kind of naked here even in my undies.”

“So?”

I frowned at him. “Well, I want to see you both. You know, without your clothes.”

“That seems like a doable request, T,” Grayson remarked with a grin.

“Would you like to undress us?” Theo asked.

“Mm, please.”

Nodding at Grayson, his and Theo’s hands fell from my body. They then moved to stand side-by-side in front of me.Glancing between them, I didn’t know who to start with first. So, I decided to go from left to right, which meant starting with Grayson. He rewarded me with a sexy grin and a wink.

My hand came to the waistband of his jeans. After tugging the shirt out of the waistband, I gripped the hem. Slowly, I pushed it up over his washboard abs before easing it out of his arms. Standing on my tiptoes, I tried to get it over his head, but I failed. When I met his gaze, I said, “Help.”

Grayson obliged me by tearing the shirt up over his head. He tossed it to the ground before bringing his attention back to me. Placing my hand on his breastbone, I slowly slid it down his chest. His muscles rippled under my fingertips.

When I got to his waistband, I quickly unbuckled his belt. Instead of taking it out, I just focused on unbuttoning his jeans. Once they were undone, I pushed them down over his hips. He sucked in a breath when my hands ghosted over the firm globes of his ass cheeks in his briefs.

After he stepped out of his shoes and then his jeans, I took a slow appraisal of his body. “You’re so beautiful,” I murmured.

“Thank you,” he rasped.

Although I hated abandoning Grayson, it was Theo’s turn to be undressed. I repeated the same process, needing his help to take off his shirt. When I did, a dusting of jet-black hair covered Theo’s chest. “Oh,” I said with surprise.

He chuckled. “Unlike Gray, I like to keep it natural.”

I slid my finger down the silky hair at his breastbone down to the start of the happy trail at the waist. “I can see that.”

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