“Oops,” he breathed, grinning against her lips, his hands finding her now bare breasts. “What do you say, Grant? Think it’s time our butterfly gets what she asked for?”
“What did you have in mind?” Grant rumbled from behind her, his voice deep and husky.
“I think our girl should get both of her men at the same time, don’t you? That was her birthday wish, after all,” he murmured against her mouth. Her breathing picked up its pace, knowing where he was taking this… “You like to be shared, right little one?” She nodded against his mouth, kissing him deeply. “Can you be a good girl for us and take us both?”
“Oh,” she moaned throatily, nodding again. She knew exactly where this was going… and she was ready. Nervous. But ready. “Yes. Please.”
“Such a good girl asking for what you want,” Grant murmured from where he sat. “But you know the rules, butterfly. We need to hear the words.”
Oh fuck. She sat back on her heels, between them both. Grant’s arm wrapped around her waist, his hand disappearing into the waistband of the sweatpants, his fingers finding her already wet and warm and aching for their touch. Van shifted forward, dropping his mouth to one of her nipples and sucking it greedily into his mouth, his hand flicking her other nipple nimbly, making her head toss back with a low moan as ribbons of desire coursed straight to her core. Her fingers sank into Van’s hair, holding him against her and he hummed around her nipple. Grant’s fingers delved deep, sinking into her. Her eyes closed and her thighs shook.
“Use your words, baby girl,” Grant whispered huskily against her neck. “Tell us what you want.”
“I want you,” she mumbled brokenly, writhing against his hand and Van’s magic mouth. “I want you both. At the same time. Both of you inside of me.”
“Fuck you’re such a good girl,” Grant huffed out a groan. “You’re going to take us so well, aren’t you, Hope? You’re going to open up and take both of our cocks inside this tight body.”
“Ohmygod,” she moaned, her breath hitching in her throat. She nodded, though a tingle of fear skittered over her.Was she ready for this? For both of them?
Van stood, pulling her up off the couch, and then Grant stood, wrapping her in his arms and kissing her deeply, hungrily. She melted into his body, humming in delight when she felt him, hard and heavy, against her middle. She heard the rustle of clothing from behind her, and when Grant finally ended theirkiss, she looked over her shoulder to find a gloriously naked and rock-hard Van behind her. He reached for her and she went gladly, wrapping him in her arms as he dropped his mouth to hers. She felt hands at her hips, shoving the material of the sweatpants down her legs, and she stepped out of them when they reached her ankles, never surrendering from Van’s kiss.
Kisses peppered her shoulders and down her spine to the curve of her ass. Grant’s hands, so large and so gentle, smoothed over the marked flesh, dropping adoring kisses to each ample cheek before he stood once again. She turned in Van’s arms, finding Grant as naked as she and Van. Reaching for Grant as tears stung her eyes, she kissed him tenderly. Her gentle giant. Her love.
“I love you,” she breathed against his lips, her hands cupping either side of his face as he bent low to meet her kisses. “Grant.”
His dark eyes misted slightly as he stared down at her, a small smile tilting up his lips beneath the beard she loved so much. “My butterfly,” he whispered softly. “If you’ll give me your forever, I’ll spend every day of it loving you with everything I have in me.”
She nodded against his mouth, tears sliding down her cheeks. “You have it, Grant. My forever is yours. As long as you want it.”
He squeezed her close, kissing her soundly, before breaking the kiss and mumbling, “Van, get over here and get our girl ready.”
Grant surprised her and picked her up then, his hands digging into the ample curves of her ass, and she gasped audibly. Her arms went around his neck instinctively, her legs wrapping around his wide hips.
“Grant!” she exclaimed, shocked. “Put me down—”
“I swear to God if you say one word about your weight or that you’ll hurt me, butterfly, I will personally turn this pretty ass red,and not in the fun way. Fucking try me,” Grant growled, hoisting her up so that her legs wrapped around his hips. She heard Van’s retreating footsteps down the hallway toward his room, but he was back moments later. She shivered in anticipation.
Grant lifted her like she weighed nothing. Before she could allow herself to feel self-conscious about being lifted in a way that she admittedly never had been before, she felt Van against her back. His mouth dropped to the meaty part of her shoulder, dragging his lips along her shoulder blade and up the curve of her neck. Fisting her hair in his fingers, he drew it aside and planted his mouth against the nape of her neck and she moaned. She loved them.She loved them.
“I’m going to take this ass,” Van was murmuring against her neck, his hands gripping the underside of one thigh, the other trailing along her side, up toward her breast. He let the heaviness of her breast fill his palm at the same time that his fingers plucked at her nipple, and she shuddered. “I’m going to fill this pretty hole up with my cock while Grant takes this pussy. You’re going to be so full of us, little one.”
“Ohmygod,” she breathed, reaching for Grant’s mouth with her own. Van’s hand at her thigh slid down and around the plumpness of her ass, sinking his fingers into her pussy, first one, then two. “No condoms. I want to feel you. I’m on birth control. I’m clean. Please, I just want to feel you.”
“Fucking hell, you’re so goddamn perfect,” Van groaned. “Are you sure?”
“Yes. Please. There’s no one else, never.”
“Our girl is going to be so full of our cum it’s going to drip out of her,” Grant said, talking to Van even as his mouth continued to pepper hers with kisses. Fuck, that was so hot. He moved her so that his forearms were tucked beneath her knees, his hands gripping her thighs. Van worked his fingers in and out of her, over and over, until she was shaking in Grant’s arms. Van’sfingers thrummed against that special spot deep inside and she leaned forward, pressing her mouth to Grant’s as she came with an explosion around Van’s magic fingers. “Mmhmm. Get her ready for us.”
When Van pulled his fingers from inside her, she mewled, going limp against Grant’s chest. He was holding her as if she weighed nothing. The quiet pop of a bottle being clicked open roused her and she swallowed hard, staring into Grant’s dark eyes. His fingers massaged the roundness of her hips as Van placed his fingersthere, and she gasped at the coolness of the lube he was spreading over her tight hole. “We’ll go slow, little one. Do you trust us?”
“Yes,” she said, without hesitation. Her eyes never left Grant’s as one of Van’s fingers teased her tight opening before her body relaxed, letting him slide in. She moaned, clinging to Grant, even as her head fell back to rest against Van’s chest. He worked her with one finger, then two, stretching her. When he added a third finger, she shuddered, her body tensing. “Van.”
“Relax, baby girl,” Grant murmured, and she could feel it rumble through his wide chest and into hers where they were pressed together. “Let him in, Hope. Let him get you ready for us.”
She nodded and looked up at Van behind her. He leaned down and kissed her deeply, languidly, continuing to move his fingers in her. “Oh, please, I want you.”
“Who, baby girl?” Grant asked against the skin of her throat.
