It isn’t hard to reflect the same level of intensity. I just let myself feel everything for him I’ve been hiding since the day I found out he and my mystery man from Nashville were one and the same.
My clothes are quickly stripped away, and I’m lying in the middle of the bed. Tucker moves from the side of the bed and crawls up between my legs.
He presses gentle kisses from my ankle to the apex of my thigh. Just when I think his mouth will land where I desperately want him, he retreats to my ankle on the other side.
By the time he reaches my center, I’m so needy for him that I can barely stand it. The first swipe of his tongue over me makes my hips jolt against him. I start to moan but then think better of it.
Grayson leans over, resuming our kiss from a moment ago. One of his hands grips my hair, while the other caresses my torso. His lazy fingers make even more shivers spread through my over-sensitized body.
Tucker works his fingers inside of me, and it takes barely any time at all for him to send me into orgasmic bliss.
I’m still half dazed when Tucker and Grayson ease away from me, and then Warren is there.
I look up into his gorgeous brown eyes. He’s taken his glasses off. I get it because of what we are about to do, but I can’t say I’m not a little bummed.
Seeing him with them over the last couple of days was a major turn on. He said he only wears them at home, but I guess that means I just need to spend more time with him here.
Fuck. Casual, remember?
His callused thumb slides over my cheek. “Are you okay?”
I give him a small smile as I nod, trailing my hand down his tattooed muscles. I remember the shock I felt seeing him without a shirt for the first time.
Most of his back is covered by a grove of aspen trees. The trees are connected into a single root system that winds down his spine. He told me he got it after his divorce to symbolize starting over and establishing roots.
My hand continues its path from his chest down his right arm, where he has a large chrysanthemum tattooed across his forearm. He got it for Jackson because he was born in November.
He kisses me softly as he starts to ease into me. His size isn’t as much of a shock to my body as the first time, but he’s still huge. He takes his time, letting me adjust.
Even as he starts to move inside me, his rhythm is patient yet purposeful, just like his kisses. He’s so much bigger than me, but the way he’s holding me is nothing short of gentle reverence. It makes me feel like I’m precious in his eyes.
I don’t have time to think too much about it, though, because the orgasm he’s been building in me detonates out of nowhere. I pull him even closer to me.
My hands grapple at his back. He shudders his release inside of me, holding me like he never plans on letting me get very far away from him.
He nuzzles into my neck, mumbling something I can’t make out. He starts to pull back, but my grip around his neck remains.
His eyes lock with mine, and a tsunami of emotions slams into me.Fuck. Notthosekinds of feelings.
He gives me one last passionate kiss before I finally release him. He pulls out of me, and I stare as he moves toward the bathroom.
I don’t look away until the other two men climb up onto the bed on either side of me.
“Hey,” Tucker says, brushing my hair away from my face.
“Hi,” I say, smiling up at him.
“Do you trust us?” Grayson asks.
My eyebrows pull together as I turn my head in his direction. “Yeah, I do.”
Saying the words, I realize how true they are.
“Would you want to have both of us at the same time?” Grayson asks.
“Like, one of you in my ass and—” I start, but Tucker cuts me off.
“Not in your ass this time, Sunshine. We don’t have any of your sexy butt toys here.”
