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Skye considers the question seriously. "How, I think. At least then I could try to avoid it."
"But what if it's something unavoidable, like 'heart failure'?" Griff challenges. "Most people die of something ordinary."
"Still," she insists. "I'd rather know the how than the when."
We continue like this, the questions ranging from silly to philosophical, each round punctuated by another shot of tequila. I watch as the tension gradually melts from Skye's shoulders, as her laughter comes more freely. The worry that clouded her eyes earlier has been replaced by a warm, tequila-fueled glow.
After a particularly ridiculous round about whether you'd rather have fingers as long as your legs or legs as short as your fingers, I decide to take a risk.
"Would you rather," I say, looking directly at Skye, "kiss Griff or kiss me?"
The question hangs in the air. Griff's eyes flick to me, then back to Skye. For a moment, I worry I've crossed a line, but the tequila has loosened all of us up enough that the question doesn't feel as loaded as it might have earlier.
Skye looks between us, a slow smile spreading across her face. "Both of you," she says finally, her voice lower than before. "I'd rather kiss both of you."
Heat floods through me. Beside me, I hear Griff's sharp intake of breath.
"Is that allowed?" Skye asks, a touch of uncertainty creeping into her voice. "To say both?"
"It's your game now," I say, my voice rougher than I intended. "You make the rules."
Something electric passes between the three of us. Griff stands, extending his hand to Skye. "We should take this upstairs," he says quietly. "If that's what you want."
She takes his hand, rising from her chair. "It is," she says, then turns to me. "Buck?"
"Right behind you," I say, standing too. My heart hammers against my ribs as we climb the stairs to her room, the air thick with anticipation.
Chapter 18
Skye
Iturn to face them both before we walk into my room, suddenly feeling nervous despite my boldness downstairs.
"I've never done this before," I admit. "With two people, I mean."
"We'll take it slow," Griff says, his voice gentle. "And we’ll stop whenever you want to. No pressure."
Buck nods in agreement. "This is about making you feel good, Skye. Nothing more."
I take a deep breath, then step forward, closing the distance between us. I reach out and touch Buck’s chest before moving to Griff's. "I want this," I say. "I want both of you."
Buck steps closer, cupping my face in his huge hands. "Then you'll have us," he murmurs before kissing me. His lips part and our tongues collide. When he pulls back, Griff is there, turning my face to his for his own kiss. I feel Buck’s eyes on me as he watches us together and it sends a jolt of desire through me.
We move to the bed, shedding clothes as we go. The sight of these two men’s naked bodies in the dim light of my bedside lamp steals my breath. They’re both hard and ready to go and the thought of fucking both of them tonight is making me so wet.Before meeting them, I never in a million years imagined that this would be something I would do.
They begin to work in tandem, and it reminds me that this isn’t the first time they’ve done this. While Griff kisses my mouth, Buck trails kisses down my neck, my collarbone, my breasts. I feel my skin heat up under his lips, and I can’t help but moan. I arch into Buck when he takes my nipple into his mouth, sucking gently at first, then harder. I tangle my fingers in his hair, urging him on.
All three of us lay down on the bed and it’s a miracle we can all fit. I giggle at the sight of us but catch sight again of their ramrod cocks and swallow hard. Jesus, how’s this going to work?
Griff's hand slides down my stomach, and then between my legs, and I gasp. Buck moves lower, kissing down my stomach, following the path Griff’s hand just took.
Buck’s mouth feels incredible between my thighs—hot, wet, relentless. His tongue flicks over my clit like he’s trying to start a fucking fire, and I swear to god, he’s succeeding. My back arches off the bed, my fingers twisting in his hair, yanking him deeper. He groans against me, the vibration shooting straight up my spine, and I whimper, thighs trembling around his head.
Then Griff’s there, his rough hands palming my breasts, his thumbs circling my nipples until they’re stiff little peaks begging for his mouth. His lips close around one, sucking hard, teeth grazing just enough to make me gasp. The other gets the same treatment, his tongue swirling, flicking, teasing—until I’m writhing.
Buck pulls back just long enough to look up at me. “You taste like heaven, baby,” he growls before diving back in, his tongue spearing inside me now, fucking me in slow, filthy strokes.
Griff’s hands slide down my body, rough and possessive, squeezing my hips before flipping me onto my stomach like I weigh nothing. I barely have time to process what’s going onbefore his thick cock slides against my entrance—teasing and torturing me.
