“Shut up and make her come,” Grayson orders, his fingers fluttering over my clit.
Warren and Tucker share a look, and the next time Warren eases his fingers out of me, Tucker slides one of his in alongside Warren’s.
My muscles clamp down around their fingers.
“Fuck,” Tucker groans as they slide in and out of me in perfect unison, like they’ve done this hundreds of times before.
My voice is shaky at best when I stammer, “I’m going to come.”
“Give it to us,” Grayson says.
That’s all it takes, and I fall into oblivion. I’m pretty sure I ramble as pleasure rocks through me, but I have no idea what I say.
I can’t comprehend anything other than the way my body feels.
I feel soft lips against my thighs, neck, cheek. A warm cloth is used to clean me up, and the whole time, Grayson remains asteady presence at my back. His arms wrap protectively around me.
I blink several times, bringing myself back to reality. I’ve never been so transported by an orgasm, especially from just foreplay alone.
Tucker is kneeling before me, starting to slide my underwear and leggings back on.
I jerk upright on Grayson’s lap, which makes him grunt. “What about you guys?” I can feel Grayson’s length pressing against my ass.
“Easing into it. Remember?” Tucker says.
He gets everything pulled up as far as he can while I’m sitting. Grabbing my hands, he helps me stand. He finishes pulling everything back into place and grabs my hands.
“We’ll get there,” he adds. “Tonight was just about you.”
“Did you guys plan that?” I ask.
They all laugh.
“No,” Grayson says, standing up beside me. “It just kind of happened.”
Warren steps in a little closer. “Was it good?”
My brows scrunch together at his question because is he serious right now? “Yeah, it was amazing.”
“Good,” he says with a subtle nod.
“I knew this could work,” Tucker says, still holding one of my hands. “You might need to work on your bossiness, though.” He points at Grayson with his free hand.
“And you might need to work on being less… well, you,” Grayson grumbles, which only makes Tucker laugh.
They made me come twice, and now they’re making me laugh, and all I can think is,this is the way sex is always supposed to feel.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Warren
Jackson’s handsqueezes mine as we walk toward a group of people waiting in line for cotton candy. I gently give his hand a squeeze to reassure him.
Being around lots of people isn’t really his thing. It’s not my thing either, if I’m honest.
Walking around the school district’s carnival isn’t exactly what I would choose to do on my day off, but I want to expose Jackson to things, even if they aren’t the easiest things to tackle.
I’ll always be at his side, so we can tackle it together.
