The room falls silent. When I glance over my shoulder, I see Hunter staring at Nash in disbelief.
“Did you really just say that?” Hunter asks, a hint of incredulity in his voice.
“So, your advice is, fuck them all?” I ask, a faint smile tugging at my lips.
“That’s always his advice,” Hunter murmurs.
“No, pretty girl, the advice is, if you’re weird, then we are weird. If being with you makes me weird, then I wanna be weird. What’s so wrong with being weird?” I tense up, and Hunter’s thumb starts to stroke my hip, trying to reassure me. “Nothing is wrong with being different. Being like everyone else is the wrong thing. Living a life you don’t wanna live because the opinion of others mattersmore than your own, that’s wrong.”
I nod silently, lost in thought. Hunter’s hand gently strokes my back, a soothing rhythm. Nash leans down, lifting my chin and planting a soft kiss on my lips. “Let’s talk more tomorrow, okay?”
“Okay,” I agree, feeling a wave of exhaustion wash over me. Their presence has calmed the storm in my mind. For now, I just need to sleep.
Nash strips down to his boxers and T-shirt, making me press my thighs together, still wet from before and causing me to raise an eyebrow. “What are you doing?” I ask, just as he slides into bed next to us.
“Fucking sleeping.” He yawns, stretching out comfortably.
“But this bed isn’t even big enough for two,” I protest, but Hunter sets me down beside him before standing and shedding his sweater. Then he carefully removes his prosthetic and sleeve, catching my surprised gaze with a smirk. “Get into bed, Shortcake,” he commands.
I comply, climbing up next to Nash. Hunter follows, and it’s undeniably tight. “See? I told you three’s a crowd.”
Nash pulls me to his chest, squeezing me to him. “At least it’s warm.” He smirks, grabbing my right hand, pulling it to his mouth, and kissing my palm.
But he freezes, breathing deeply before he eyes me with a glint of mischief. I want to pull my hand back, but his grip tightens, and he brings my fingers to his mouth, the ones I was fingering myself with, sucking both in with a groan before he lets them pop out of his mouth again.
The move goes straight to my pussy, making me clench, and the throbbing starts anew.
“What were you just doing, pretty girl?” Nash’s voice is rough, making me shiver. “Did you just play with yourself? Play with that perfect little pussy?”
“Holy shit,” Hunter blurts out behind me, and I feel how he shifts to his side.
I can’t do anything but nod, feeling caught, my pulse hammering.
Nash’s gaze bores into mine as he asks, “Who did you think about while you touched yourself?”
A blush spreads on my cheeks, and I look away, but he reaches out to grab my chin, making me look up at him. “Tell me.”
“You,” I whisper, and he lets out an appreciative grumble. “Allof you.”
“Fuck,” Hunter curses under his breath while Nash’s thumb comes to stroke over my bottom lip.
“Did you come?” Nash asks, tilting his head. The curiosity in his eyes mixed with desire. I shake my head. “Did we interrupt?” This time, I nod. “Seems like I owe you an orgasm, Siren.”
My heart leaps in my chest when Nash turns me so my back is against his chest, his hand slipping under my shirt. His otherhand slips into my leggings, where my hands were only minutes ago.
“Nash,” I protest in a whisper while I’m facing Hunter, his eyes hungry on mine, but he doesn’t make a move to touch me.
“He can watch. You don’t mind, don’t you, brother?” Nash snickers and Hunter shoots a glare over my head.
His gaze softens again when his eyes come back to mine, “Youdoowe her an orgasm, it seems.”
Oh my god.
Nash starts to move, rolling my nipple while his other hand glides over my slit, groaning when he dives deeper and finds me already soaking. “Fuck, you were close, weren’t you?” he whispers in my ear.
I nod, slightly whimpering as he slides a finger inside me, circling my clit with his thumb.
Hunter’s eyes are fixed on mine, but I want him to watch me and see what Nash is doing to me and what his eyes are doing to me. So I reach up and pull my shirt up, exposing my tits and Nash’s hands on me. “Look at me,” I whisper to Hunter, who closes his eyes briefly on an exhale before zeroing in on my chest.
