“You might not want to call the shots when it comes to sex, but know that you are always the one with all the power in your hands,” Grayson says.
His stare is relentless until he sees the truth of his words sink in, and I nod.
Tucker’s thumbs start tracking side to side across my skin. Though it’s comforting, it also sets my nerves on fire.
One of his hands moves from my waist to the back of my head. He eases me forward until his lips press against mine.
The kiss is soft at first, but it doesn’t take long for us to lean into it. My fingers slide into his messy blond locks, anchoring myself to him.
His tongue slides against the seam of my lips as his hand moves from my hip to span the majority of my back.
I’ve barely been in his arms for a few minutes, and I already can’t get enough of it.
My hair is shifted off my neck, and then there’s a second set of lips ghosting over my neck. I gasp against Tucker as Grayson continues to kiss from my shoulder to just below my ear.
“That feel good?” Tucker asks. His lips are only a centimeter from mine.
“Uh-huh,” is all I can get out before closing the gap and kissing him once again. The sensation of them kissing me at the same time quickly turns me into a squirming mess on Tucker’s lap.
Both men pull back when I’m breathless from nothing more than that. “I think Warren wants to join in,” Tucker says, looking to his left.
My eyes follow his gaze to find Warren sitting in the chair off to the side of the couch.
He looks completely at ease, but there’s an intensity to his eyes that I haven’t seen before. “I’m fine to just watch, if that’s what you want.”
I glance down at the impressive bulge straining against his jeans.No, I guess he doesn’t mind.That’s not what I want, though.
I don’t want to have to imagine what kissing Warren Ryder is like anymore. I want to know in the marrow of my bones what it’s like to have his lips caressing mine.
My head starts shaking. “No,” I breathe out.
Tucker’s hands grip my hips again as he maneuvers me off his lap and onto Grayson’s. My back is flush against Grayson’s chest. I glance over my shoulder at him.
“Hey, love.”
“Hey,” I say, feeling the familiarity flow between us.
I still don’t know how I didn’t connect the dots of who he was that night years ago. I guess it doesn’t matter anymore. We’re here now.
He kisses my cheek, then helps me ease back until my head is resting against his shoulder.
“You’d better get over here, Warren,” Grayson says. I can feel his chest rumbling against my back with every word.
Warren stands, walking toward me. He doesn’t have to say a word; the look in his eyes alone is enough to make my pussy quiver with need.
He bends down until his face is right before mine. He doesn’t pay any attention to the fact that Grayson’s face is literally right next to mine.
I guess if I was wondering if they were really okay with sharing me, this would put my mind at ease.
Warren proves just how okay with it he is by pressing a soft kiss to my lips. It isn’t a wild, animalistic kiss where we are clawing at each other, but I feel the intensity behind it just the same.
He eases back and drops to his knees. His hands land on my leggings-covered legs, slowly sliding up until he reaches the crease between my hips and my thighs. His eyes search mine for any sign of hesitation.
He finds none because I have no reservations. I’ve never been with three men at the same time, but surprisingly, none of this feels wrong.
I figured I would be panicking at this point, but I’m just not.
His thumbs hook in the waistband, tugging them down. Grayson helps lift me up so Warren can slide my leggings off. He tosses them to the side along with my socks.
