Page 169 of Well That Happened

Then he’s kissing me.

Hard.

Like he’s been starving for this. For me. His mouth crashes against mine and I gasp, grabbing fistfuls of his shirt as he pulls me fully into his lap. There’s nothing gentle about it—just heat and hunger and the kind of desperation that makes your toes curl.

Someone whistles.

Grayson, probably.

Hunter doesn’t care.

He palms my ass, dragging me closer until I’m grinding down on him, his hard length straining beneath me. My oversized shirt rides up, his hands pushing under it like he’s making up for every second he forced himself not to touch me.

“You drive me crazy,” he growls against my mouth, biting gently at my lower lip. “Sitting here, all soft and smug and—God, Rilee.”

His voice is wrecked.

“I tried,” he mutters. “I really tried.”

I smile, breathless. “Trying is overrated.”

He grabs my thighs and adjusts me in his lap like I weigh nothing. His mouth trails down my neck, hot and open, whilehis fingers dig into my skin in a way that says he’s not going anywhere.

And I don’t want him to.

The fire crackles.

Blankets shift.

I hear Caleb in the background saying something like, “Should we leave? Or take notes?”

But all I can think is.

Finally.

Hunter pulls back, meets my eyes with a heated look. “You’re breaking my rules; there are going to be consequences.”

“Consequences?” I ask, confused.

“Yes. You’re not going to come until all three of us have.”

I blink at him, confused. They’re normally so focused onmyorgasms; it’s a mindfuck.

It’s like they’ve made edging me a competitive sport—seeing who can get the most desperate whimper, who can keep me trembling the longest without tipping me over.

But okay, challenge accepted, I guess.

“On your knees for me, Ri.”

I obey as Hunter stands, drawing out his cock. It’s already hard and glistening at the tip. He feeds it into my mouth, and I suck, greedily. Just so happy that he’s giving in.

His breath is a harsh pant. “More,” he grunts.

I open wider, allowing him to push in more. And as he fucks my mouth, I put my hand between my thighs, press into my panties, and begin massaging my clit.

“No way,” Hunter exhales, “No touching.” I whine. “Keep sucking, Rilee.”

“Me too, baby,” Grayson says, standing next to Hunter. His jeans are shoved down, and he offers me his cock. Using both hands, I jerk them, my mouth moving back and forth between them. A firm suck for Gray, then a teasing lick for Hunter. Anibble to the underside of Grayson’s shaft as I jack Hunter… then a deep suck for Hunter as my fist keeps moving over Gray.

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