Page 172 of Well That Happened

He kisses my shoulder, my cheek, then stills. One hand finds mine, fingers threading as we breathe in the quiet.

He doesn’t move right away.

Just keeps holding me like he’s afraid to let go.

I’m practically vibrating with need though… I need to come more than I need oxygen.

Caleb’s still half on top of me, one arm tucked under my neck, the other skimming lazy strokes across my side like he’s trying to etch this moment into memory.

But I’m squirming. Just a little.

Because my body?

Still buzzing. Still waiting.

He pulls back to look at me, eyes narrowing slightly. “This just feels wrong.”

I give him an innocent blink. “Hmm?”

His brow furrows. “You didn’t come.”

I smirk. Hello, captain obvious.

He sits up straighter, scandalized. “Hunter, this is fucked up. I finished and she didn’t? That’s fucked… I’m mortified.”

“You’re not mortified,” I say, sitting up with him, still grinning. “You’re mad you didn’t get the gold star.”

“Ilivefor gold stars.” He reaches for me again. “Okay, okay, we’re fixing this. Lay back, princess.”

Just as his hand slides down my stomach, Hunter stands.

Arms crossed, expression flat.

“Don’t.”

Caleb lets out a strangled groan. “Hunter—”

“We had a rule.”

“Yeah,” Caleb snaps. “But rules are made to be broken.”

Hunter levels him with a look. “Touch her and die.”

“You cannot be serious.” Caleb looks like he might combust. “She’s twitching.”

“Iamtwitching,” I offer helpfully.

Hunter sighs, pinches the bridge of his nose, and mutters, “Sorry, princess.” Then diverts his gaze to Grayson. “Be quick, Gray.”

But Grayson isnotquick.

Not by a mile.

First, Grayson kisses like he’s trying to rewrite me.

Slow and deep, like every breath he steals is deliberate. My fingers curl into his shoulders as his mouth drags down my neck, then back up again—just to kiss the corner of my mouth and start all over.

His pace?

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