Page 206 of Well That Happened

“What? She said twenty minutes.”

“Oh my god,” I laugh despite myself. “We’re not—”

But Caleb’s already kissing me again, sweet and insistent. “Twenty-five,” he bargains between kisses. “We can be five minutes late for breakfast.”

“This is still a terrible idea,” I insist, even as I pull Hunter closer. These men have never done anything in twenty-five minutes.

“The worst,” he agrees, before capturing my mouth with his.

The kiss deepens, Hunter’s hand tangling in my hair while Caleb presses closer behind me. I can feel Grayson’s steady presence, his hand warm on my hip, grounding me even as everything else spins.

“We have to be quiet,” I whisper against Hunter’s mouth, already failing at my own instruction when Caleb’s lips find that spot behind my ear.

“You’re the loud one,” Hunter teases, voice low and rough.

“Am not—” I start to protest, but Grayson chooses that moment to kiss along my shoulder, and I have to bite my lip to stay silent.

“See?” Hunter’s smirking now, that rare, playful expression that transforms his whole face. “Already struggling.”

“You’re all terrible,” I manage, but I’m smiling, overwhelmed by how much I love them, how safe I feel even in this ridiculous situation.

And then there’s Grayson.

I feel him before I see him—his hand grazing the waistband of my shorts, the soft drag of his knuckles along bare skin. He doesn’t rush. He never does. When I glance back, his eyes are dark with something molten, focused entirely on me like I’m the only thing in the world he sees.

“We don’t have to rush,” he murmurs, low and sure. “We just have to start.”

My breath catches, and that’s all the permission any of them need.

Hands tug at my clothes. Lips find new places to worship. Someone—Caleb, I think—peels my shirt over my head with a grin that’s more mischief than menace.

“God, you’re gorgeous,” he says, like it’s the first time, like it’ll always be the first time.

Hunter groans. “How are we supposed to be quiet?”

“You’re the loud one,” I shoot back, breathless.

“You haven’t heard me yet,” he says, and then he’s kissing down my chest like he plans to prove it.

My head drops back onto Grayson’s shoulder as his arms close around me, anchoring me. His mouth finds my neck, and when I arch into him, I feel the low rumble of his pleasure against my back. Hunter’s teeth graze sensitive skin and my gasp becomes a moan, muffled only by Caleb’s lips when he leans in to claim my mouth again.

Everything becomes sensation. Warm hands. Soft gasps. The brush of sheets against skin and the heat of four bodies tangled together. There’s no awkwardness here—just familiarity, desire, and the kind of trust that makes me feel weightless.

Grayson shifts beneath me, pulling me into his lap. “I want to watch you fall apart,” he whispers, and the words burn down my spine.

“I hate you,” I whisper, dizzy from how badly I don’t mean it.

He smiles against my throat. “No, you don’t.”

And then Hunter is between my thighs, and Caleb’s hand is laced with mine, and Grayson is steady behind me, coaxing me open with a tenderness that borders on reverence.

I’ve never felt anything like this.

Loved from all sides. Claimed without shame. Not a single part of me hidden, and not a single part of them holding back.

It’s overwhelming in the best possible way.

The sounds that slip from my lips aren’t quiet, no matter how hard I try. They shiver out of me—moans, gasps, broken pleas. I’m not sure who makes me come first, only that it’s everywhere at once. Fingers. Tongues. Words like silk and fire.

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