Page 103 of Triple Play
Something flickers in his eyes—vulnerability, quickly masked—and then he’s kissing me again.
Clothes come off in a blur. My leggings. His jeans. Until I’m in just my underwear and he’s in boxer briefs that do absolutely nothing to hide how much he wants me.
I’ve seen Wyatt and Jordie naked. Touched them. Tasted them.
But Grant—
When he hooks his thumbs in his waistband and pulls down, I actually stop breathing.
He’s huge. Thick and long and already hard, and I can feel heat flooding my face because all I can think about is how that’s going to feel inside me.
“Elise.” His voice is rough. “Eyes up here.”
“Can’t help it.” I reach out, wrap my hand around him, and he hisses through his teeth. “You’re—this is—”
“Overwhelming?” Jordie supplies helpfully. “Yeah, Captain’s got a pornstar package. We’ve all seen the locker room situation.”
“Shut up, Dickson,” Grant grits out, but his hips are moving into my hand.
I stroke him slowly, learning the weight and feel of him, watching his face contort with pleasure.
Then I lean forward and take him in my mouth.
“Holy—Elise—” His hand finds its way into my hair, not pushing, just holding on.
I work him with my tongue and my hand, taking him as deep as I can, which isn’t all the way because he’s too big. But the sounds he’s making—low and desperate—tell me I’m doing something right.
My other hand finds Jordie beside me. He’s hard against his jeans and when I palm him through the denim he makes this needy sound.
I undo his button, slide my hand inside, and start stroking him while I work Grant with my mouth.
“That’s—” Jordie’s voice is wrecked. “God that’s hot.”
But Grant’s hand tightens in my hair and he pulls me off him.
“What—” I start.
“I can’t—” His breathing is ragged. “I can’t handle you touching him while you’re—I need—”
“Possessive much?” Jordie sounds amused but he’s shifting away, giving Grant space.
Grant doesn’t apologize. Just looks at me with those ice-blue eyes gone dark. “I want all your attention. Just for now. Is that—can I have that?”
The vulnerability in the question undoes me. “Yes.”
“Good.” He stands, pulls me up with him. “Because I’m about to be really selfish.”
“How selfish?” But I’m grinning because the look on his face is pure want.
“I need you.” He says it to the room.
Wyatt’s already moving, grabbing a condom from somewhere and tossing it to Grant. “Have at it.”
Grant catches it one-handed, his eyes never leaving mine. Then he’s lifting me, carrying me to his room while Jordie and Wyatt follow because apparently we’re doing this as a unit even if I’m only focused on one of them right now.
Grant’s room is neat in that military way—bed made with hospital corners, nothing out of place. He lays me down on his sheets and just looks at me for a long moment.
“You’re sure?”
