Page 107 of Triple Play
Jordie pulls out carefully, disposes of the condom. Wyatt’s already grabbing tissues, cleaning me up with gentle hands.
And Grant’s still there, petting my hair, looking at me like I hung the moon.
“You okay?” he asks softly.
“I’m—” I search for words. “Yeah. Really okay.”
He pulls me down beside him, arranges me against his chest. Jordie and Wyatt settle on my other side, a tangle of limbs and satisfied exhaustion.
“That was—” Jordie starts.
“Intense,” Wyatt finishes.
“Hot as hell,” Grant adds.
I’m too tired to respond. Just let myself sink into the warmth of all three of them, the steady rhythm of Grant’s heartbeat under my ear.
“So,” Jordie says after a minute. “We doing this? Like, officially?”
“Doing what?” But I know what he means.
“This. Us. All of us.” He props himself up on one elbow. “Because I’m all in. Have been since you verbally destroyed me that first week.”
“Same,” Wyatt says quietly. “Don’t know how this works but—I want to figure it out.”
Grant’s hand finds mine again. Squeezes. “I’m not going anywhere. Not this time.”
Three pairs of eyes on me. Waiting.
I should probably think about this. Consider the logistics. Worry about what happens when they’re all in different cities next year.
But right now, wrapped up in all of them, I can’t bring myself to care about logistics.
“Yeah,” I say. “We’re doing this.”
Jordie grins. “Thank God. Because I was not prepared to share you with the general population.”
“Possessive much?”
“You have met us, right?” Grant’s voice is dry but his arm tightens around me. “We’re all possessive. You’re just gonna have to deal with it.”
“I think I can manage.”
Wyatt’s already half asleep, his breathing evening out. Jordie’s playing with a strand of my hair, humming something under his breath.
And Grant—Grant’s looking at me like I’m the answer to a question he’s been asking for two and a half years.
“What?” I ask.
“Nothing. Just—” He stops. Starts again. “I’m glad you transferred here. Even if I was an asshole about it.”
“You were a massive asshole about it.”
“I know.” He presses a kiss to my forehead. “I’m working on it.”
“Work faster.”
That gets a real laugh out of him. The sound fills something in my chest I didn’t know was empty.
