Page 115 of Well That Happened

I remember his text message. The test results.

Grayson’stest results.

A wave of nerves hits.

“Do you want that, princess? My bare cock inside you… making you feel good?”

I swallow down a groan.

Grayson’s still there. Still watching. He doesn’t move closer—but he doesn’t look away either.

Realizing that Hunter’s not in the room and we don’t have to sneak or be quiet is a revelation that sends my pulse soaring.

I shift to glance between them, heart pounding.

Caleb presses a kiss to my shoulder, his hand still stroking my skin. “I’d never do anything you didn’t want.”

My eyes flick between them, and the air thickens.

And I realize I’m not just warm anymore—I’mburning.

Caleb doesn’t stop kissing me—my cheek, my neck, my collarbone. And when I reach for Grayson—my own personal teddy bear—and bring his big, warm arm around me, it’s instinct.

I’m on my side, facing Caleb when he pushes down my shorts without a word. I reach for him and draw out his aching cock. He touches my clit, pushes his fingers inside me with a soft grunt when he feels how wet I am.

“That for me?” he murmurs, biting my neck.

Then his mouth is on me again—hot, claiming, lips dragging over sensitive skin as his words melt straight into my bloodstream.

Grayson’s hands are everywhere.

Firm on my hips. Warm against my back. Sliding up my ribs.

He grips my thigh, lifting my knee to hold my leg open as Caleb shifts closer.

Blankets are kicked off, and somehow my shirt’s gone. With Grayson holding my leg, I’m spread wide, and my eyes sink lower to watch as Caleb lines himself up with my opening.

He presses in—just the first few inches—and I whimper helplessly. I’m wedged between Caleb in front of me and the solid wall of heat and muscle that is Grayson behind me. Trapped, with nowhere to go. Not that I want to.

“You’re so damn good like this,” he mutters, voice rough with need. “Taking everything I give you. Letting me see all of you.”

My heart stutters.

His hips roll against mine, slow and commanding, like he’s setting the pace for my heartbeat. Like he’s not just touching me—he’sconsumingme.

My fingers tangle in his hair, the air around us thick and dizzying.

“Tell me what you want,” he says, mouth grazing the shell of my ear. “I want to hear it, baby.”

“I—I want you,” I gasp, barely able to think.

He laughs, low and wrecked. “Oh, you’vegotme.”

“And Gray…” I murmur, reaching behind to push my fingers into his hair.

Grayson’s mouth is at my jaw, my neck, and every kiss feels like it’s branded into my skin. He brings one hand over my hip and begins rubbing me—right where Caleb and I are joined. A full-body shudder pulses through me.

“Look at you,” Caleb murmurs, thumb brushing over my lips. “Already falling apart. And I’ve barely even started.”

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