“Hunter said he’s not into fucking you while I’m there too, but it looks like we could change his mind tonight,” Nash whispers, his voice just audible to me.
The thought of having both of them at the same time makes me squirm even more, and Nash’s hold on me tightens while his fingers move faster. He presses his hips to me, and I can feel his hard-on pressed to my ass.
My tits are wiggling with how much I’m squirming on Nash’s fingers, and Hunter’s gaze on me feels like a caress, bringing me even faster to the edge.
“I can’t… I think I…” I whimper, my breaths coming in pants.
“Shh, we know, pretty girl. We want you to come. Come all over my fingers… come for us,” Nash urges.
I whimper, on the brink and trembling, before coming apart on a wave of pleasure, loudly moaning when Hunter reaches out to grip my chin and leans in to steal the moan off my lips, kissing me deeply and sucking in my tongue. I shudder, but Nash doesn’t stop moving his fingers.
Then Hunter breaks the kiss, letting me come up for air, panting, and Nash’s finger slows on my clit until he stops, pulling them out of my leggings.
“Attagirl,” he praises as he kisses my temple, and I hear him lick me off his fingers once more. “Was that good?”
I nod, still slightly panting and spent. Hunter then reaches out to pull my shirt down and cover me again.
Fuck, that was amazing and better than any fantasy.
“Thank you,” I say to them.
Smiling in response, Hunter suddenly pulls me out of Nash’s arms and on top of him, chest to chest, making me yelp in surprise.
“Unfair, I wanna have her.” Nash reaches for my hand, his tone playful.
“You just had her, and I have birthday privileges,” Hunter counters softly, pulling me close, my head nestled under his chin, his hand soothingly stroking my hair.
“Ah fuck, true. It’s past midnight. Happy birthday, bro.” Nash yawns, his sleepiness contagious.
I try to lean back to look at Hunter, but he holds me in place, so I whisper, “Happy birthday,” into his neck.
He gently kisses the top of my head, his hand wandering under my shirt to caress my back. “Best birthday ever,” he murmurs contentedly.
THIRTY
Wakingup between Nash and Hunter is like being cocooned in warmth. I blink sleepily, noticing the bright light filtering through the van’s curtains. A quick glance at the radio clock shows it’s after eight a.m.
I never sleep this late.
“I missed my run,” I mumble, more to myself than to them.
Nash stirs, his voice muffled by sleep. “No run today. North’s stuck home with Lio.”
Hunter chuckles softly, the sound vibrating through his chest. I lean back to look at him. He gazes back, his eyes barely open, heavy with sleep.
“Happy birthday,” I say again, leaning in for a small peck on his lips.
He’s so surprised he tenses up, a faint blush colors his cheeks, and his heartbeat quickens under me.
“What are you doing today?” I ask Hunter. “Is there a party planned?”
He shudders lightly. “God, no. But I’d love to have breakfast with you.”
Feeling a pang of guilt for not having a gift, I jump at the opportunity. “Sure, I could buy us breakfast at Tally’s café.”
Hunter shakes his head. “No, I’m going to get us something. I’ll text you where to meet, okay?”
“So, not the café?”
