“It’s just like us,” I say, gazing down at my finger. “Something beautiful starting from what none of us saw coming.”
CHAPTER FIFTY-FIVE
Sienna
I can’t helpbut laugh as my head dangles right next to Grayson’s ass. I’m slung over his shoulder as he jogs up the stairs.
“What are you doing?” I squeal, smacking his firm ass.
“You know damn well what we’re doing,” he says, tossing me on the bed.
I smirk up at him as he reaches behind his back with one hand, peeling his T-shirt off.
“Thank fuck we showered before we came home. I can’t wait a second longer knowing you’re going to be ours for the rest of my life,” he growls, unbuckling his jeans and sliding them down his legs.
Suddenly, I’m not so tired anymore.
Tucker turns the volume up on the baby monitor, setting it on the dresser across the room.
Warren walks in, typing on his phone. “They’re still going to be fishing for a while,” he says, setting his phone down. “We’ve got time.”
“Good,” Grayson says, crawling over me. His lips fuse to mine. I relax into the mattress as his entire being surrounds me.
His lips move across my jaw and neck. Over his shoulder, I watch as my other two men strip down. They’re both so fucking gorgeous. It’s hard to fathom.
Grayson leans back on his knees between my spread thighs. Without moving his eyes from where they’re locked on me, he slides off my leggings and underwear.
Tucker leans down from where he’s standing beside the bed. His kiss is a breath against my lips.
I want more.But he doesn’t give it to me, at least not right away.
His hands slide up under my oversized T-shirt. I cringe when his palms graze across my stomach.
I don’t hate my body. It created Mia. I don’t look the same as I used to, though, especially my stomach.
“Don’t do that,” Warren says, crawling closer to me from the opposite side of the bed. “You’re gorgeous.”
“But…” I start. Grayson presses a finger over my lips, stopping me.
“We are all hard as fuck right now, Sienna. I’m pretty sure all of us are more attracted to you than we’ve ever been, and that’s saying something,” Grayson says, pressing the heel of his palm against his cock that’s straining against his boxers.
A quick glance to each side shows that Warren and Tucker are both painfully hard, too.
“Okay,” I whisper, starting to believe what they’re saying.
If I’m beautiful through their eyes, then maybe I need to learn to see things from their point of view.
Tucker peels my shirt over my head, and I’m naked. They all stare down at me for several long heartbeats before I grab Warren.
With my hand wrapped around the back of his neck, I pull him down until his lips meet mine. The kiss consumes me, tingles spreading through my body.
“Please,” I whimper.
“We’ve got you, sweetheart,” Warren breathes out. His mouth is centimeters from mine.
This isn’t the first time we’ve had sex since I got clearance at my postpartum appointment last week. They were sweet and attentive.
Today I want—no,need—something different.
