Page 202 of Well That Happened

Grayson removes my shirt and worships my breasts with his mouth. Caleb slides my sleep shorts off, his hands gentle but purposeful, thumbs brushing the curve of my hips as if he’s savoring every inch. Hunter shifts down the bed, dark eyes fixed on mine as he eases my legs apart and settles between them. He rasps out a low groan.

“Quiet,” I whisper, but my voice is already trembling.

“Then don’t be so goddamn perfect,” Hunter murmurs against the inside of my thigh, his breath warm and maddening. He presses a kiss there, then another, working his way inward with a patience that makes me want to scream.

Above me, Grayson strokes my cheek. “Let us take care of you,” he says softly. “Just feel, baby.”

I nod, unable to form words as his mouth returns to my breast, hot and worshipful, while Caleb trails kisses down my side. His hands spread across my ribs, grounding me, anchoring me in the whirlwind of sensation. I can feel him stroking himself—the flex of his bicep as he moves, his fist bumping my hip. It’s hot as hell how uninhibited he is when it comes to sex.

Then Hunter licks a long, slow stripe through me, and I arch off the bed before I can stop myself.

Caleb huffs a laugh, muffled against my shoulder. “So much for staying quiet.”

I reach down blindly and grab a fistful of whatever part of him I can find—his hair, maybe. “Shut up and don’t stop.”

Hunter definitely doesn’t stop. His tongue moves with maddening skill, alternating between soft, teasing strokes andsharp, focused flicks that have me panting. Grayson’s mouth is still at my chest, but one of his hands slips lower, fingers joining the party. The contrast of his touch and Hunter’s tongue is too much—too good—and I’m already trembling, teetering on the edge.

“Let go,” Grayson whispers against my skin, and it sounds like a promise.

And I do. I come with a stifled cry, biting my own hand to keep from screaming as they hold me through it—steady, safe, theirs.

By the time I stop shaking, I’m limp between them, breathless and utterly undone.

But they’re not done with me.

Grayson kisses up my body and captures my mouth in a slow, deep kiss that feels like honey and smoke. Caleb is already easing me onto my side, spooning me from behind, his hard length pressing against the curve of my ass.

“Still with us?” he whispers, lips brushing my ear.

“Always,” I manage, turning enough to kiss him too.

Hunter moves up beside us, brushing a thumb along my jaw. “Your turn.”

I blink, confused. “What?”

“For you to ruin us,” Grayson says, his voice rough and low.

My body sparks at the invitation, heat pulsing low and heavy. I reach for Grayson first, guiding him over me, and he sinks into me with a groan that lights me on fire from the inside out. Caleb holds me steady from behind, one hand stroking my hip as Grayson moves—slow, deep, dragging every second out like he wants it burned into memory.

Hunter kisses me like he’s starving, and I tangle my fingers in his hair, moaning into his mouth as Grayson thrusts harder, Caleb murmuring praise into my neck.

“God, you feel so good,” Grayson groans. “So perfect like this.”

I come again, this time clinging to all three of them, lost in the intensity and the feeling of being completely claimed, completely adored.

When Grayson follows with a shudder and a curse, I hold him to me, kissing his jaw as he trembles.

We trade places—Caleb sliding in next with a reverent whisper of my name, Hunter curling behind me, stroking my hair, his voice a low murmur against the back of my neck.

“You look so sexy taking Caleb’s cock, princess,” Hunter whispers.

I shake and moan, unable to stop myself.

There’s no rush. No pressure. Just warmth, movement, and the thrum of hearts beating in sync.

By the time we finally collapse together, tangled and exhausted and thoroughly ruined, the sheets are a mess and someone—probably Hunter—muttered something about replacing the mattress.

“I’m never moving again,” I mumble into Grayson’s chest.

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