Hot, dirty, I-want-so-much-more-of-that sex.
With James and Cas.
I would have never guessed Grayson Ross would be the type to share and honestly to stand back as much as he did and still enjoy it, but he did.
There’s no way he faked that he liked it.
When he carried me into the bathroom and stepped into the huge glass encased shower with me—all four of us could have easily fit—he couldn’t keep his hands off me or stop saying how amazing it was and how hot it was and he wanted to keep doing that. With the guys.
God, it was so good.
My body is still tingling and I’m a little sore and yet if the three of them climbed into this bed with me right now, I’d be ready to go again.
But I’m alone.
I sit up as I realize it fully.
I’m totally alone. I went from three lovers to napping alone.
I remember James and Cas needing to leave to pick up Noah. But I also remember falling asleep against Grayson’s chest.
I look down.
I’m wearing the T-shirt Grayson pulled over my head after we showered. And I don’t have panties on.
Huh.
I smile.
I want more with the four of us, but I wonder what kind of fun Grayson and I could get up to, just the two of us.
He’s adamant about not fucking me but…there’s a lot of other stuff we can do.
My stomach growls as I swing my legs over the side of the mattress.
I also need some food.
I pull the bedroom door open and step into Grayson’s living room. The sun is shining in through the big window and it’s quiet in the apartment, but I find him immediately.
He’s on the couch.
And he’s not alone.
So much for more sexy times.
But I don’t mind.
I feel my soft smile and pause a moment, taking in the sight.
Grayson’s sitting holding Evelyn.
And just staring at her.
She’s fast asleep, looking like an angel.
I’m sure the zoo with her grandma wore her out.
But Grayson is looking at her now as if he’s never seen her before.
