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I open wider, allowing him to push in more. And as he fucks my mouth, I put my hand between my thighs, press into my panties, and begin massaging my clit.

“No way,” Hunter exhales, “No touching.” I whine. “Keep sucking, Rilee.”

“Me too, baby,” Grayson says, standing next to Hunter.

His jeans are shoved down, and he offers me his cock.

Using both hands, I jerk them, my mouth moving back and forth between them.

A firm suck for Gray, then a teasing lick for Hunter.

A nibble to the underside of Grayson’s shaft as I jack Hunter…

then a deep suck for Hunter as my fist keeps moving over Gray.

“Damn, Ri.” Caleb groans beside me. “A total fucking pro.”

“Get over here,” Hunter says to him. Caleb doesn’t need to be told twice; he shoves down his pants and boxers and offers me his long, hard shaft. It’s harder now… Two hands, one mouth, and three large dicks… the math ain’t mathing.

But Hunter knows what he’s doing. No one’s going to come like this… and all it does is make me hornier.

Suddenly, Hunter’s lifting me from my spot at his feet. I yelp—a breathy, surprised sound—as he shifts and sinks down onto the couch, pulling me with him.

He settles me in his lap, facing away, my back to his chest and my ass pressed against him.

My breath catches.

This position—this closeness—it feels more intense than anything. More shirt’s gone, and so is his, so it’s warm skin against warm skin.

His arms slide around me, palms splaying across my belly. He leans in, lips brushing the edge of my jaw, and I swear my skin sparks where his breath hits.

“You okay?” he asks, low and quiet.

I nod, heart hammering. “Yeah.”

His hands glide down, anchoring me in place as he rocks his hips just enough for me to feel it— him —pressed against, but not pushing inside just yet.

A shiver rolls down my spine.

“You drive me insane,” he murmurs. “You know that?”

I smile, lips parted as I rest my head back against his shoulder. “Good.”

He laughs, rough and low, and kisses the side of my neck, just under my ear. I melt. Absolutely melt.

With his hands on my inner thighs, parting my knees wide, he presses the wide head of his cock inside me.

“ Fuuuuck , that’s a nice sight,” Caleb says, eyes glued to where my pussy’s being stretched around Hunter. “We should be filming this.”

Gray shoves his shoulder.

I whimper, “Don’t stop.”

Hunter’s grip tightens on my thighs, and I feel the restraint in him, the care and the hunger warring beneath his skin.

“I won’t,” he promises. “Caleb,” Hunter pants. “Lick her pussy for me?”

“Gladly,” Caleb says, kneeling in front of me.

I feel the warmth of his mouth and moan.

It’s heaven. The pressure, the speed, the way he does that swirly thing.

I melt into sensation… The heat of his tongue lapping against me is almost right at the place where Hunter and I are joined.

Caleb doesn’t seem to care at all. Doesn’t seem bothered that his mouth might come into contact with Hunter’s shaft as it moves in and out in hot, lazy strokes. It turns me on more than I expected.

I push a hand into Caleb’s hair. “Yes, yes, yes, right there,” I groan.

He stops immediately, pulling back with a smirk.

“No orgasms until you make Hunter come,” Caleb says. “And then me. And then Gray.”

I pout, then frown. My clit’s so swollen. One little touch and I’m sure I’ll go off like a rocket.

“You feel so good on my cock, Ri,” Hunter groans. “So tight and warm. You gonna make me come?”

“Mm-hm,” I groan, annoyed now but focused.

Caleb lowers his face and begins licking and sucking my clit again. Pleasure—outrageous amounts of it—shoots through my veins. I rock my hips in time to the rhythm of Hunter’s increasing tempo… against Caleb’s tongue…

“Caleb,” I pant. “Please.”

He stops again, a teasing grin on his mouth.

“Not yet, pretty girl,” Hunter says near my ear. “Fuck this big dick, baby.”

I plant my hands on his knees and begin riding him—faster now. Moving in his lap with purpose. My ass jiggles in his lap. The sound of slapping skin fills the room. It’s obscene. Erotic. I love it.

Hunter makes a desperate sound in the back of his throat.

All of them watch me, and it’s hot as hell. And under a minute later, Hunter is exploding inside me. A helpless groan pushes past his lips, and his hips jerk, once, twice…

“Baby,” he says, sounding out of breath.

Hunter lays there spent, looking slightly dazed as Caleb takes my hand and helps me up. “Fuck, Ri. Come sit on my dick.”

He leads me over to the blanket pile in front of the fireplace. We sink down together.

He shifts over me, pressing me gently down, his body covering mine in a way that feels protective and possessive at the same time.

When I push my fingers into his hair and sigh against his mouth, his smile curves into the kiss.

His mouth moves to my jaw, my throat, his hand sliding lower to touch my pussy. I arch into him, gasping as his touch skates over my skin.

“You’re so beautiful like this,” he whispers, voice hoarse.

And I believe him.

Because with Caleb, every touch is wrapped in worship.

When his hips settle between mine, his mouth finds mine again, deeper this time. His hands grip my thighs, angling me up to meet him as he rolls against me with a groan that sends heat spiraling straight through my core.

“Caleb,” I whisper, breath catching.

He pulls back just enough to look at me—eyes dark, jaw tight with restraint. “Tell me if you want to stop.”

“I don’t.”

He pushes inside me, slow at first.

Every stroke is deliberate. Like he’s savoring the feel of me, like he wants to learn me—inch by inch, sigh by sigh. Caleb moves like he’s memorizing me.

I want this . I want him .

He exhales, his forehead falling to mine, and then he’s moving. Slow at first, careful, easing into a rhythm that has both of us gasping, clinging. His hands never stop roaming—my waist, my ribs, the underside of my thigh as he tilts my hips just right.

He’s everywhere. And I’m unraveling.

But not all the way.

Because as his rhythm stutters, his mouth finds my shoulder and he groans my name like a prayer. His body goes tense, taut, and then—he shudders, hips pressing into mine in one final, deep movement.

And I feel it.

The way his whole body releases.

The way he holds me tighter after.

His breath stutters against my skin. “Jesus, Rilee…”

He kisses my shoulder, my cheek, then stills. One hand finds mine, fingers threading as we breathe in the quiet.

He doesn’t move right away.

Just keeps holding me like he’s afraid to let go.

I’m practically vibrating with need though… I need to come more than I need oxygen.

Caleb’s still half on top of me, one arm tucked under my neck, the other skimming lazy strokes across my side like he’s trying to etch this moment into memory.

But I’m squirming. Just a little.

Because my body?

Still buzzing. Still waiting.

He pulls back to look at me, eyes narrowing slightly. “This just feels wrong.”

I give him an innocent blink. “Hmm?”

His brow furrows. “You didn’t come.”

I smirk. Hello, captain obvious.

He sits up straighter, scandalized. “Hunter, this is fucked up. I finished and she didn’t? That’s fucked… I’m mortified.”

“You’re not mortified,” I say, sitting up with him, still grinning. “You’re mad you didn’t get the gold star.”

“I live for gold stars.” He reaches for me again. “Okay, okay, we’re fixing this. Lay back, princess.”

Just as his hand slides down my stomach, Hunter stands.

Arms crossed, expression flat.

“Don’t.”

Caleb lets out a strangled groan. “Hunter—”

“We had a rule.”

“Yeah,” Caleb snaps. “But rules are made to be broken.”

Hunter levels him with a look. “Touch her and die.”

“You cannot be serious.” Caleb looks like he might combust. “She’s twitching.”

“I am twitching,” I offer helpfully.

Hunter sighs, pinches the bridge of his nose, and mutters, “Sorry, princess.” Then diverts his gaze to Grayson. “Be quick, Gray.”

But Grayson is not quick.

Not by a mile.

First, Grayson kisses like he’s trying to rewrite me.

Slow and deep, like every breath he steals is deliberate. My fingers curl into his shoulders as his mouth drags down my neck, then back up again—just to kiss the corner of my mouth and start all over.

His pace?

Infuriatingly slow.

Beautifully slow.

He moves like he has nowhere else to be for the next decade, his hands skimming over my breasts, down my sides, like he’s savoring the feel of me. And okay—normally, I love this. The intensity. The control.

But I’ve been wound up for two hours.

And he knows it.

So when I grind against him, desperate for more, he stills.

“Not yet,” he murmurs into my skin, his voice like silk and smoke. “I want to make this last.”

“I’m going to die ,” I whisper, almost half-laughing, half-crying.

He chuckles, low and dark. “You’ll survive.”

I don’t think I will.

He stretches over me, slow and reverent, his body flush with mine as he rocks his hips just enough to tease. Just enough to make me feel him.

I’m slippery and incredibly wet and his cock slides easily through my folds.

Every muscle, every breath—tight with restraint.

And he still doesn’t push inside. I want to strangle him.

“I hate you,” I whisper, arching into him.

“You love me,” he says softly. “Even when I’m evil.”

He’s not wrong.

My whole body is trembling—coiled so tight I could snap with a single word. But instead of giving it to me, he brushes a strand of hair from my cheek and presses his forehead to mine.

“You’re everything,” he whispers. “You know that?”

I blink up at him, tears pricking at the corners of my eyes—not from pain, not from frustration, but from the way he sees me. The way he touches me like I matter.

His kiss is full of more than just passion.

Does he not understand that his tender, sweet kisses are making it impossible for me not to fall for him?

Or does he just not care? This was supposed to be fun—easy, hedonistic fun.

It was never supposed to be more. I was certainly not supposed to fall in love with Grayson.

Or Caleb. Or Hunter. But apparently, I couldn’t help myself.

But my thoughts are interrupted when he finally moves. Presses in, using his hand to guide himself. And his pace is perfect.

Dragging his big, veiny dick in and out of me…

“Gray,” I cry out.

“Not yet, baby,” he murmurs, voice low.

“I need…” I squirm, moaning again.

“I know you do,” he says, touching my cheek.

I bring my hands up, cup my breasts, and pinch my nipples. I feel two sets of hands remove them, restraining me. Caleb and Hunter.

I could cry with desperation.

“Almost, sweetheart,” Grayson groans.

With a twitch of his big cock wedged deep inside me, he comes…and comes…and comes. It’s a lot.

And as soon as I feel it, I start to orgasm, involuntarily. Powerfully. My muscles spasming wildly as pleasure rips through my body.

I fall apart in his arms, sobbing his name—not just from release. It’s from the way he kisses my cheeks after. The way Caleb says my name and pets my hair, the way Hunter praises me and presses a kiss to my mouth. Like I just gave them something sacred. And maybe I did.

“Such a good girl, so perfect,” Grayson murmurs.

They take care of me like I’m the most precious thing they’ve ever held.

Hunter kisses my temple like it’s instinct.

Grayson brushes my hair back from my face, thumb stroking slow across my cheekbone like I might vanish if he looks away.

Caleb hums some off-key tune as he tugs the blankets higher over my bare legs and tucks himself into my side like we’ve been doing this for years.

It hits me then.

Like a wave I didn’t see coming.

I’m in love with them.

Not just the way they make me feel when I’m naked and gasping and wrecked—but the way they laugh with me over burnt pancakes, the way they glare at each other when one of them forgets to refill the Brita, the way they hold me when I’m too tired to hold myself.

It’s terrifying.

How easy it is to fall for all three of them.

And how impossible it feels to say it out loud.

I’m still wrapped in that realization when Caleb leans in, his lips brushing the shell of my ear.

“Love you, princess,” he whispers.

My breath catches.

I turn to him slowly, eyes wide, heart thudding so loud I’m sure he can hear it.

But the words stay stuck in my throat.

Instead, I stroke his cheek with trembling fingers and kiss him.

Soft. Long. Full of every unspoken thing swelling in my chest.

He kisses me back like he understands.

Like he already knows.

And maybe he does.