“So fucking beautiful,” Grant groaned, his hips pounding into hers as he came, too. “Fuck, I’ve never come so hard, butterfly. Such a good fucking girl, coming for us.”
She was still panting when he slid out of her, collapsing on the bed beside her. Van climbed onto the bed and flipped her over onto her stomach. “On your knees, ass in the air, little one.”
Boneless, she tucked her knees under her, her chest flat on the bed. She heard another condom wrapper rip, and then without hesitation, Van was sliding into her from behind, all the way in. She gripped the sheets tight in her fingers, moaning long and low as he began to move. He hit deeper than Grant had, and her eyes rolled into the back of her head as her toes curled. The head of his cock hit her in that secret spot deep inside, and shesobbed brokenly when she felt Grant’s hand between her thighs, his fingers flitting over her clit with a precision that should’ve been illegal.
Van’s hips drove into hers, his fingers digging sharply into the fleshy curves of her waist until she was sure she would have bruises, but she didn’t care, because he was fucking her into another mind shattering orgasm with Grant’s fingers speeding it along. She could see that he was hard again, his other hand pumping rhythmically over his own cock even as his fingers flicked at her clit. Rising up onto the palms of her hands until her upper body came off the bed, she looked over at Grant and begged brokenly, “Grant. Kiss me.”
Raising onto an elbow, he caught her mouth with his, silencing her scream even as it was torn from her throat. Her entire body shook violently as she came with an explosion around Van’s cock.
“Yes, fuck,” Van snarled from behind her. His fingers drifted down her spine as he picked up his pace, hammering into her, prolonging her orgasm as he chased his own. His hips stuttered and then she heard his feral groan as he came, too. Still, Grant continued kissing her senseless, and then she felt his teeth nip at her lower lip and heard his grunt as he came in his hand. “Jesus, Hope. You’re fucking perfect, little one.”
Grant pressed another kiss to her mouth before pulling away and she blushed when she saw his cum splattered across his abdomen and chest. He stood and crossed to the bathroom, then returned with a damp cloth, which he used to clean between her legs gently. She was completely boneless when he laid down beside her, tugging her into his arms. Snuggling against his chest, she reached behind her blindly until she found Van’s hand, intertwining her fingers with his.
“Go to sleep, baby girl,” Grant whispered against the crown of her head.
“Are you going to leave?” she asked quietly, almost afraid to put the question into words. “While I’m sleeping?”
“We’ll be here when you wake, little one,” Van said from behind her, squeezing her hand gently. And because her body was thoroughly exhausted from the soul-snatching orgasms they’d delivered, she fell asleep snuggled securely between them both.
Chapter Four
The locking mechanism on the door whirred to life, jolting her awake. She sat up, disoriented, and clutched the sheet to her chest between tight fingers as the door swung open. Her mouth fell open and she sighed with relief as Van, then Grant, stepped into the room, closing the door behind them. Van had a disposable coffee cup in his hand and a brown paper sack in the other. Grant carried two disposable coffee cups in his.
“Hi,” she whispered shyly, wrapping the sheet more firmly around her naked torso where she still sat in the center of the bed. Aware that she must look like a fright, she reached up and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, dropping her eyes to her lap self-consciously.
Grant sank onto the edge of the mattress, setting both coffees on the bedside table before sinking the fingers of one hand into the mess of her hair at the back of her head, pulling tight enough to make her look up at him. “Good morning, baby girl.”
She swallowed hard. “Good morning,” she whispered, her voice still husky from sleep.
Grant’s other hand fisted into the sheet and yanked it away, revealing her nakedness to them. His hand slid between herthighs, fingers delving into her and she moaned, dropping her head back. His mouth traveled over the skin of her throat, her bare shoulder and then she felt the bed sink on her other side as Van sat beside her. His hand cupped her breast, his fingers tugging at her nipple. Grant twisted her head so that she was facing Van, and his mouth was on hers a heartbeat later.
“I thought you’d have snuck out while you had the chance,” she whispered against his mouth, her chest tightening painfully at the thought.
“We said we wouldn’t, and we’re just getting started, little one,” Van husked when he released her lips, and then she was being shoved lightly until she laid back on the bed. Van lowered his mouth to hers again and then she felt Grant spread her legs for him to situate himself between them. His large, rough hands squeezed the soft inner portion of her thighs, pinning them to the bed. She moaned loudly into Van’s mouth when she felt Grant’s breath as it ghosted over her pussy.
“That’s right, butterfly, just lay back and let us take care of everything,” Grant murmured before his lips closed over her clit, making her legs shake. “Because you’re ours. Or did you forget already?”
“I think we need to remind her, Grant,” Van hummed, his hand closing around her throat lightly. She writhed beneath the onslaught of Grant’s magic tongue and Van’s incredible fingers. “Remind our girl who she belongs to.”
“My pleasure,” Grant growled before diving back in, his tongue doing deliciously dirty things to her as Van’s fingers tilted her face up to his once more, his mouth settling over hers in a deep, soul shattering kiss.
Oh yeah.
Best. Birthday. Ever.
Chapter Five
SIX WEEKS LATER
“Is this the last of it?”
Hope nodded, brushing a strand of hair out of her face with the back of her arm as best she could, laden with a moving box as it was. “Yes. This is all of it.”
“Thank God,” her sister huffed teasingly as they walked together up the short walkway to her sister’s apartment. Her sister’s ancient golden retriever, Bruno, padded slowly beside them, his muzzle heavy with white fur. “My apartment just shrunk by half.”
“Hey, your plants take up half the apartment as is… And I don’t have that much stuff!” Hope protested weakly, exhausted after the work of the day. “It all fit into my car. I left everything else with Tony andMatthieu.”
The name fell off her lips in a sneer and then she felt guilty all over again. It wasn’t Matthieu’s fault that her fiancé had hidden that he was bisexual for all of their relationship. Only coming out after meeting and falling in love with the young, handsome French pastry chef that moved in next door.
