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Then, as I move past him toward the bed, he reaches out—fingertips gentle—tucking a piece of hair behind my ear.

“You good?” he asks, voice low.

I nod, heartbeat stuttering. “Yeah.”

His hand lingers for half a second. Then he steps away.

When I slip under the covers next to Caleb, he’s already there—warm and waiting. He says nothing at first, just pulls the blankets over both of us and lets the silence stretch.

Then, under the weight of the covers, his hand finds mine.

Fingers intertwine.

He shifts closer, mouth brushing my ear. “Come here.”

I hesitate—just a beat. But I’m already moving.

He pulls me against him, arms locking around my waist. His lips brush my forehead.

And then his mouth is at my jaw. My neck.

My breath hitches.

He moves carefully—hands gliding beneath my shirt, finding skin. I turn toward him, meeting his kiss in the quiet dark, everything about it slow and aching.

Someone left the bathroom light on, which means it’s dim, but not dark.

His hand slides down, finding my hip, then lower.

The blanket rustles. My breath catches again. Grayson has just climbed into bed beside me. He moves closer, his hand moving to the nape of my neck.

Caleb’s fingers dip under the waistband of my sleep shorts, and I bite my lip, trying to stay quiet.

“I want to fuck you,” he whispers against my neck.

Heat races through me, my body reacting to his dirty words, spoken so plainly.

I remember his text message. The test results.

Grayson’s test results.

A wave of nerves hits.

“Do you want that, princess? My bare cock inside you… making you feel good?”

I swallow down a groan.

Grayson’s still there. Still watching. He doesn’t move closer—but he doesn’t look away either.

Realizing that Hunter’s not in the room and we don’t have to sneak or be quiet is a revelation that sends my pulse soaring.

I shift to glance between them, heart pounding.

Caleb presses a kiss to my shoulder, his hand still stroking my skin. “I’d never do anything you didn’t want.”

My eyes flick between them, and the air thickens.

And I realize I’m not just warm anymore—I’m burning .

Caleb doesn’t stop kissing me—my cheek, my neck, my collarbone. And when I reach for Grayson—my own personal teddy bear—and bring his big, warm arm around me, it’s instinct.

I’m on my side, facing Caleb when he pushes down my shorts without a word. I reach for him and draw out his aching cock. He touches my clit, pushes his fingers inside me with a soft grunt when he feels how wet I am.

“That for me?” he murmurs, biting my neck.

Then his mouth is on me again—hot, claiming, lips dragging over sensitive skin as his words melt straight into my bloodstream.

Grayson’s hands are everywhere.

Firm on my hips. Warm against my back. Sliding up my ribs.

He grips my thigh, lifting my knee to hold my leg open as Caleb shifts closer.

Blankets are kicked off, and somehow my shirt’s gone. With Grayson holding my leg, I’m spread wide, and my eyes sink lower to watch as Caleb lines himself up with my opening.

He presses in—just the first few inches—and I whimper helplessly. I’m wedged between Caleb in front of me and the solid wall of heat and muscle that is Grayson behind me. Trapped, with nowhere to go. Not that I want to.

“You’re so damn good like this,” he mutters, voice rough with need. “Taking everything I give you. Letting me see all of you.”

My heart stutters.

His hips roll against mine, slow and commanding, like he’s setting the pace for my heartbeat. Like he’s not just touching me—he’s consuming me.

My fingers tangle in his hair, the air around us thick and dizzying.

“Tell me what you want,” he says, mouth grazing the shell of my ear. “I want to hear it, baby.”

“I—I want you,” I gasp, barely able to think.

He laughs, low and wrecked. “Oh, you’ve got me.”

“And Gray…” I murmur, reaching behind to push my fingers into his hair.

Grayson’s mouth is at my jaw, my neck, and every kiss feels like it’s branded into my skin. He brings one hand over my hip and begins rubbing me—right where Caleb and I are joined. A full-body shudder pulses through me.

“Look at you,” Caleb murmurs, thumb brushing over my lips. “Already falling apart. And I’ve barely even started.”

I moan softly, and Grayson’s hand tightens around my thigh.

“That’s it,” he growls. “Let go for us.”

My world narrows to the sound of his voice, the warmth of his body, the steady rhythm he sets. I stop trying to be quiet. Stop trying to hold anything back.

I’m his in this moment—utterly undone.

And he knows it.

“Beautiful,” he whispers into my neck. “Isn’t she, Gray?”

“She’s perfect,” he says, voice deep and wrecked.

Grayson holds me, steadies me, while Caleb pumps his hips between my thighs.

A sharp breath punches out of Caleb. “ Fuck , I’m already close. One for me”—kiss—“one for Gray?” His meaning isn’t clear to me. Until it is.

The orgasm that crashes through my body isn’t subtle. Nor is it quiet. I twitch and pulse around Caleb’s perfect length while Grayson’s fingers mercilessly rub and massage my swollen clit.

Caleb curses under his breath.

I shiver, nerves lit up from the inside out.

I don’t have the chance to recover or come down when I feel Grayson shove down his sweats. A very large, hot dick presses against the cleft of my ass.

Caleb slowly withdraws, still hard, still panting like he’s just been dragged from the bottom of a lake and needs oxygen stat.

Grayson finally releases my top leg and drags me on top of him. His shirt is gone, as are his sweatpants.

He turns his face into my hand and kisses my palm.

Every touch is slow, every kiss full of restraint—until it’s not. Until his hand is on my hip, urging me closer, and his mouth is on my neck like he’s memorizing me one inch at a time.

I grind against his dick, missing the feel of him—or Caleb—or someone filling me.

“You feel like heaven,” he whispers, voice low, breath warm. “You don’t even know what you do to me.”

He looks down at me like I’m something sacred. Like I’m not just a girl in his arms—I’m the answer to a question he didn’t know he was asking.

“Grayson…” I reach up, cupping his cheek.

He just watches me for one more second—then lifts a hand and touches my face, brushing his thumb lightly over my jaw.

“If I take you apart tonight,” he breathes, his voice unsteady, “it’ll be because you ask me to.”

“Yes,” I get the word out even before he’s finished talking.

His eyes burn with something raw—hunger, yes, but more than that. A need to take care of me. To see all of me.

Suddenly I’m hauled up into his arms as he arranges us. There’s heat and limbs everywhere; this bed is not big enough for three. But soon I’m on my hands and knees, and Grayson’s kneeling behind me, nudging the wide head of his dick against my ass.

A tremor of panic races through me.

I feel Grayson’s hand on my ass cheek, his thumb stroking over my opening. “Next time.”

He says it like it’s a promise. A promise he’s making between himself and my ass. We’re definitely going to have a discussion about that later. First, I doubt he’d ever fit. And second, do I even want that? It’s never appealed to me before.

But his thumb keeps moving there while his bare, very thick cock slides over the wet heat of my pussy, like he’s got all the time in the world, like he’s enjoying coating himself in my warmth.

His control is devastating. Measured. Everything he does feels like he’s anchoring himself to me.

“Move over,” he directs Caleb, who kneels in front of me so he can direct his still-hard cock into my mouth. I open for him, letting him move in slow thrusts as he pumps in and out of my mouth.

With his palm, Grayson shifts his cock, finding an angle that aligns us and begins to inch his way inside. It’s not an easy fit. He makes it only a few inches before there’s no where else to go.

“Shit, she’s tight,” he swears under his breath.

Caleb strokes my cheek with his thumb. “Deep breaths, princess.”

I gaze up into impossibly blue eyes and obey, dragging air into my lungs. Grayson thrusts again, harder this time and I’m rewarded with another couple of inches.

It’s too much, but also exactly enough.

I want to turn, I want to be in Grayson’s arms—to latch onto his wide shoulders and watch his eyes sink closed.

But I can only feel—his breath, his voice, the way his mouth grazes between my shoulder blades and sets fire to my spine.

He feels incredible, I’m full in the best way possible.

“That’s it,” Caleb says, still stroking my face, my neck, as he pumps himself in and out of my mouth in slow, hot strokes. “You look so good taking Gray’s cock, baby.”

Warmth surges through me.

“You’re perfect like this,” Grayson murmurs against my skin. “Soft. Open. Ours.”

I can’t speak.

Grayson’s pace increases—falters—as a grunt pushes out of him.

My pulse drums louder.

Grayson shifts to find a better angle and I start to unravel.

“Already, sweetheart?”

“Gray,” I sob, my orgasm much more powerful than my first.

Caleb jacks himself, bumping the head of his cock against my lips as I writhe and whimper and explode.

There’s final grunt from Grayson as he buries himself deep and lets go, coming inside me. I taste Caleb’s orgasm as he continues jerking it and I lick, nibble and suck on him as his fist moves, slower now as hot creamy fluid flows over his knuckles, down his wrist. It’s unspeakably hot.

I collapse onto the bed, my face pressed into a pillow as I struggle to catch my breath.

I can hear their voices…the sound of their murmured praise…

feel Grayson’s rough hands softly caressing one of my ass cheeks.

The sound of Caleb’s soft footsteps across the hotel carpeting as he retrieves a washcloth from the bathroom.

But I can’t open my eyes. Can’t speak. I feel like I’m floating.

Or maybe having an out of body experience.

I know I should get up to pee, or maybe put my pajamas back on in case Hunter returns, but right now I can’t do either of those things.

Instead, I close my eyes and begin to drift.

I’m not sure how much time passes, but when I come to, I realize I’m still in the same position—on my knees on the mattress, ass up in the air. My head and chest are on a pillow. And apparently there’s some kind of… inspection happening? I glance back.

Caleb has one hand on my lower back, the other holds a washcloth. Grayson’s there too, looking at my very well-used pussy.

What he sees makes him frown.

Gray trails his knuckles along the back of one thigh

“What the hell dude. She’s bruised,” Caleb says, frustration lacing his tone.

Grayson’s frown deepens.

“I’m just saying… she’s small, bro. You’re packing considerably with that thing , right?”

Grayson says something I don’t catch, but I’m too tired to engage. I’ll let them sort this out. Their gazes are watchful, appraising. And I feel Caleb bring the cloth to my flesh again. Gently cleaning up whatever mess they made.

I turn my head open one eye. On the bed across from me I see Hunter shove a pillow over his head with a tortured expression on his face.

I didn’t hear him come back.

How long has he been here?

But before I can panic, my eyes fall closed, and I drift off to sleep again.