Page 108 of Well That Happened

I nod, my breath catching.

The bed shifts as he turns onto his side. His mouth grazes the corner of my jaw, then lower—his lips finding the pulse at my neck. Featherlight. Just enough to make me shiver.

“You smell good,” he murmurs. “Like mint and something else I want all over me.”

My heart stutters.

His hand inches higher, tracing just beneath the curve of my ribs, until his fingers settle under the edge of my tank. The padsof them glide gently across my stomach—like he’s mapping me in the dark.

He kisses my shoulder. My throat. My cheek.

And then finds my mouth.

Caleb kisses like hemeansit. Like he’s memorizing me with every pass of his lips. He doesn’t rush. He lingers. Like he’s got all night.

I feel Gray shift behind me, moving closer. He sweeps the hair from the back of my neck and places a warm, open-mouthed kiss against my nape. I feel the heat of it all the way down my spine.

Caleb’s hand moves to cup my breast, just the lightest pressure of his palm over the fabric. I arch, just a little, and his groan is barely a sound.

From the other bed, Hunter grumbles, “Keep it down, or I’m sleeping in the damn hallway.”

I bite back a laugh.

Caleb grins against my mouth, kissing me one more time before sliding his hand back down to rest low on my waist.

But it doesn’t stop there.

With his fingers shoved into the side of my shorts, he pushes. Grayson catches the movement and helps him. This is how I find myself—stripped of my sleep shorts in between them.

I turn my head and find Grayson’s mouth. The kiss is hungry—barely contained.

“You’re so soft,” he whispers, mouth skimming my jaw.

“You’re supposed to be sleeping,” I murmur back, breath catching.

He chuckles low, the sound rumbling through his chest. “Impossible. You’re right here.”

“For thelove,” Hunter groans from across the room. “You three are like horny raccoons. Can you not for likeonefucking night?”

A pillow flies across the room and smacks the wall somewhere behind us.

I choke back a laugh.

Caleb buries his face in my hair, chuckling silently, then turns my chin, bringing my mouth back to his. Grayson, from behind me, moves even closer until my bare ass is right up against his erection, or possibly his hockey stick, though I didn’t see him bring it to bed.

And when Gray moves his hand across my stomach to reach between my legs, Caleb swallows down my moan. Grayson, ever focused and steady, massages my clit with the pads of two fingers. I rock my hips back against his ass, sensation rioting through me.

They’re actually better at sharing than I would have figured. They take turns—kissing me while the other lightly strokes my skin. Grayson’s fingers keep moving, and I swear the sound is unmistakable—movement sliding over wet flesh—but Hunter doesn’t yell at us again. Let’s hope he sleeps with headphones.

I’m so close, I can barely think.

The room’s dark and otherwise quiet, but every nerve ending in my body is wide awake—focused on the two men surrounding me. On the warm pressure of Caleb’s palm against my waist and his tongue in my mouth, and the slow, reverent way Grayson’s stroking my pussy like he’s savoring every second of just getting to touch me.

Caleb shifts slightly, his thigh brushing between mine under the covers. His hand moves again—up, over my ribs, his thumb grazing the underside of my breast. Not demanding. Just…appreciating.

I turn toward him, and he pulls me closer. Our legs tangle. His lips find mine again, deeper now. Hungrier. But stillCaleb—warm, grounding, like every kiss is a promise.

Grayson turns my face, kissing me again, slow and drugging, until I forget the room, the others, the reason we’re here.

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