Page 118 of Triple Play
“Come on my hand,” she tells him, and that’s all it takes. He’s biting down on his fist as he spills over her fingers, and she’s still working him through it.
Wyatt’s next. “Elise, I’m—”
“I know. Let go.”
He does, quiet except for this low sound in his throat that I’ve never heard before, and she’s whispering “good, so good” while he comes.
Then it’s just us. Me inside her, her moving faster now, chasing another orgasm.
“Touch yourself,” I order. “Want to feel you come again.”
Her hand slides between us, and within seconds she’s tensing, pulsing around me, and I follow her over the edge. My hand clamped over my own mouth, her face buried in my neck, both of us trying desperately to stay silent while we fall apart.
After, we’re all breathing hard. Elise collapses on my chest and I can feel her heart racing against mine.
Jordie’s already moving, grabbing tissues, cleaning us up with gentle hands. Wyatt brings water from the bathroom, makes her drink.
“That was—” Elise starts.
“Insane,” Wyatt finishes.
“Hot as hell,” Jordie adds.
“Both,” I say.
“Very eloquent, Captain.”
“Give me a minute. You just melted my brain.”
She laughs again and I feel it everywhere we’re connected.
We stay like that for a moment. Both breathing hard.
She’s lying on top of me still, boneless and satisfied. Jordie settles beside us, his arm draped over both of us. Wyatt’s back in his sleeping bag but closer now, his hand resting on her ankle.
“If your mom catches us—” Elise whispers.
“She already knows,” Jordie says. “Might as well be comfortable.”
“That’s terrible logic.”
“You love my terrible logic.”
She does. We all do.
I’m running my fingers through her hair, feeling her breathing even out, feeling the weight of her on me like an anchor.
“Grant?” Her voice is barely audible.
“Yeah?”
“I love you.”
The words hit me in the chest. Hard.
“I love you too.”
“All of us,” Jordie adds sleepily. “She loves all of us.”
