Page 163 of Well That Happened

Panic flashes in Caleb’s eyes, his dick pressed against my cheek. “We’re good, Mom!”

“I just want to make sure everyone’s warm!” she calls back.

Grayson groans—quietly—and mutters, “We’re warm, Mrs. Ward. Very warm.”

“Okay. Night, boys,” she calls out, and the hall light flicks off once again.

Quiet laughter erupts behind me, and then Hunter starts moving again. Gray drops his hand from my mouth, and then we’re moving again—quieter this time. Caleb pushes his cock back inside my mouth, stroking my cheek with this thumb.

“Gonna come, baby,” Hunter grunts.

“Almost there,” Gray says next.

Pressure builds—the fullness inside me—the blinding pleasure. It’s too much.

And when I finally come, it’s not loud. It’s quiet. Shattering. A release so intense it feels like exhaling something I didn’t know I was holding.

Grayson follows with a groan, his eyes falling closed like he’s breaking too. Hunter jerks once and stills behind me, clutching my hips in his hands, still buried in my ass.

It takes several seconds of slow breathing before I know where I am or what’s happening. Before I feel Hunter pull back slowly, carefully.

“Are you kidding me?” Grayson says, groaning.

I blink down at his chest—at the sticky trail currently cooling across his ribs—and the way he’s glaring at Caleb.

Caleb’s still catching his breath, looking way too pleased with himself.

“Sorry,” he says, not sorry at all. “Didn’t aim.”

“You didn’t eventryto aim,” Grayson mutters, wiping at his stomach with the edge of the nearest t-shirt, which happens to be Caleb’s. “We need new rules. Bodily fluids stay in your designated zone.”

Still on top of Grayson, I just giggle. “He’s a messy shooter.”

Caleb smirks. “I take pride in my craft.”

“I take pride innotbeing used as a human canvas without warning,” Gray shoots back.

Hunter presses one more kiss to the back of my neck, chuckling.

Grayson scowls. “Next time? Give a man aheads up.”

I’m lifted onto the mattress, boneless and breathless, when the fussing begins.

Grayson is the first to move. He disappears for a moment, then returns with a warm washcloth and the kind of gentle, practiced touch that says he’s done this before. Of course he has. Mr. Thoughtful. Mr. “I Know Better Than to Leave You Sticky and Miserable.”

“Easy,” he murmurs, dabbing between my thighs with careful reverence. “You okay?”

I nod, a little dazed. “Yeah. Just… floating.”

Hunter watches, his thumb parting my pussy lips to inspect me for himself. “Okay, princess?” he asks, his voice low.

I nod as Gray continues, moving the warm cloth between my ass cheeks next. It should feel like an invasion of privacy; instead, it feels like aftercare.

Caleb reappears next with a giant hoodie and a bottle of water, like a proud retriever. “Hydration and oversized comfort,” he says, helping me sit up and slipping the hoodie over my head like I’m breakable. His hands linger on my waist. “You’re literally glowing, by the way.”

I groan. “Stop.”

“Never.”

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