Page 116 of Well That Happened

I moan softly, and Grayson’s hand tightens around my thigh.

“That’s it,” he growls. “Let go for us.”

My world narrows to the sound of his voice, the warmth of his body, the steady rhythm he sets. I stop trying to be quiet. Stop trying to hold anything back.

I’m his in this moment—utterly undone.

And he knows it.

“Beautiful,” he whispers into my neck. “Isn’t she, Gray?”

“She’s perfect,” he says, voice deep and wrecked.

Grayson holds me, steadies me, while Caleb pumps his hips between my thighs.

A sharp breath punches out of Caleb. “Fuck, I’m already close. One for me”—kiss—“one for Gray?” His meaning isn’t clear to me. Until it is.

The orgasm that crashes through my body isn’t subtle. Nor is it quiet. I twitch and pulse around Caleb’s perfect length while Grayson’s fingers mercilessly rub and massage my swollen clit.

Caleb curses under his breath.

I shiver, nerves lit up from the inside out.

I don’t have the chance to recover or come down when I feel Grayson shove down his sweats. A very large, hot dick presses against the cleft of my ass.

Caleb slowly withdraws, still hard, still panting like he’s just been dragged from the bottom of a lake and needs oxygen stat.

Grayson finally releases my top leg and drags me on top of him. His shirt is gone, as are his sweatpants.

He turns his face into my hand and kisses my palm.

Every touch is slow, every kiss full of restraint—until it’s not. Until his hand is on my hip, urging me closer, and his mouth is on my neck like he’s memorizing me one inch at a time.

I grind against his dick, missing the feel of him—or Caleb—or someone filling me.

“You feel like heaven,” he whispers, voice low, breath warm. “You don’t even know what you do to me.”

He looks down at me like I’m something sacred. Like I’m not just a girl in his arms—I’m the answer to a question he didn’t know he was asking.

“Grayson…” I reach up, cupping his cheek.

He just watches me for one more second—then lifts a hand and touches my face, brushing his thumb lightly over my jaw.

“If I take you apart tonight,” he breathes, his voice unsteady, “it’ll be because you ask me to.”

“Yes,” I get the word out even before he’s finished talking.

His eyes burn with something raw—hunger, yes, but more than that. A need to take care of me. To see all of me.

Suddenly I’m hauled up into his arms as he arranges us. There’s heat and limbs everywhere; this bed is not big enough for three. But soon I’m on my hands and knees, and Grayson’s kneeling behind me, nudging the wide head of his dick against my ass.

A tremor of panic races through me.

I feel Grayson’s hand on my ass cheek, his thumb stroking over my opening. “Next time.”

He says it like it’s a promise. A promise he’s making between himself and my ass. We’re definitely going to have a discussion about that later. First, I doubt he’d ever fit. And second, do I even want that? It’s never appealed to me before.

But his thumb keeps moving there while his bare, very thick cock slides over the wet heat of my pussy, like he’s got all the time in the world, like he’s enjoying coating himself in my warmth.

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