Page 160 of Well That Happened

The quiet storm between us.

The way he’s completely undone… only for me.

“Wait,” he rasps, voice cracking as he guides my mouth from his cock. “Need to be inside you when I come.”

I move onto my hands and knees as he situates himself behind me, already pressing against my tight opening.

His hands grip my hips—possessive, reverent.

And when he pushes in, it’s slow, steady,deep.

My fingers curl into the blanket.

My brain? Scrambled. Gone. Every thought replaced withhim.

His chest presses against my back, his lips ghosting along my shoulder as he pushes his way deeper.

“Go slow,” Caleb warns, stroking my cheek. I’m not sure when he moved in front of me, but here he is, pants off, cock in hand. He feeds it into my mouth, and I accept, licking and sucking him hard. “Fuck, Ri,” he growls, petting my hair. “So good, baby. So pretty. Sucking on me and getting Hunter’s dick all wet.”

He’s right, I realize. The sound of wet flesh, of skin sliding against skin, makes the filthiest noises, coupled with Hunter’s occasional sharp exhale.

He sets a rhythm that’s firm and unrelenting, each thrust like punctuation to the way he breathes my name. His hand slides up to cradle my jaw, his mouth finding the back of my neck.

“God, you feel like everything,” he murmurs, voice shaking. “Everything I didn’t know I needed.”

I can’t answer.

Only feel.

Onlywant.

Only let him hold me together as I fall completely apart.

“Fuck, not gonna last, Ri,” Caleb pants, one hand on my cheek, the other circling my throat. He pumps his hips in and outof my mouth, watching his dick disappear in my mouth again, and again, and again. “Come with me, princess.”

And I do. Hunter hits something deep inside me, and I detonate, exploding around him, groaning with my mouth full of Caleb. Through it all, Grayson strokes my skin, murmurs praise, waits for his turn.

I’m still breathless, still trembling from Hunter’s touch, from the way Caleb held my face and filled me with his come.

But I’m not finished.

Not even close.

I lift my gaze—and find Grayson watching me. His expression is unreadable, but his eyes burn. His chest rises and falls like he’s been holding himself back. Waiting patiently.

“Gray,” I whisper. “I need you too.”

His breath shudders out of him.

And in the next second, he’s moving.

He doesn’t say a word. Just stands and scoops me into his arms like I weigh nothing, one hand under my thighs, the other braced against my back. My legs wrap around his waist instinctively, heart racing.

He kisses me like I’m air and he’s drowning—deep and desperate, all heat and hunger andneed. The kind that’s been simmering for weeks and finally boils over.

And then—he’s inside me.

Still standing.

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