Gabe catches my chin, tipping my face toward him. “My turn.”
Pressing his lips to mine, his kiss is gentler but no less devastating.
Somewhere behind us, Greyson laughs under his breath, that cocky little sound that says he’s next.
And just like that—there’s no more talk, no more pretending this wasn’t inevitable.
The storm outside rages, and inside it’s about to do the same.
I’m in Greyson’s grip, his deft hands drawing my sweater up and over my head before I have time to process.
The flimsy tank top does nothing to hide how my nipples harden.
My body is swarming with heat, even as the chill in the room tries to keep me grounded.
More hands find my skin, swooping under the hem of my tank to peel it off me next.
Adam’s at my back again, his mouth creating a path of desire along my neck.
Greyson squeezes one breast in his palm and kisses me again, swallowing the small moan I can’t seem to hold back.
Adams slides up to cover my other breast, drawing his thumb over my nipple through the thin fabric of my bra.
Fingers unclasp the button of my slacks and slide under the fabric to stroke me over my underwear.
I moan into Greyson’s mouth again, my body responding to the overwhelm like I’m made for this. To be handled and pleased by three men. If the teenage version of me knew this was in our future, she’d be completely freaking out.
Those teasing fingers draw my panties to the side and tease my entrance.
Adam’s teeth find a sensitive spot to bite down on.
Greyson’s hand tightens in my hair, tongue dueling with mine.
And a finger sinks into my core.
I’m on fire.
My hips are shifting forward, seeking more.
Always more.
God, they’re going to make me come in record time.
A second finger joins the first, and I’m grinding against someone’s palm.
I can’t even tell who’s touching me, and that rockets my pleasure up tenfold.
The three of them are everywhere.
My bra falls from me, I notice as an afterthought, because the gentle graze of rough skin against mine is too much.
A mouth surrounds my right nipple.
It must be Gabe because Adam’s mouth is still sucking on my neck, and Greyson has me locked into his kiss like a man fighting to stay afloat.
I am, too, but I’m sinking faster than I can comprehend.
God, I’m so close.
