“Careful,” Misha says with a smirk. “If you look at us like that, we might think you’re up to something.”
I don’t even know if I’m up to something.
They push the second bed close to create one large mattress, and I feel a flutter of anxiety in my chest. I haven’t even had sexwith Oliver yet, and the thought of having sex with all three of them at the same time is making me nervous.
How would that even work?
Grey helps me under the covers before slipping in beside me, his warmth immediately enveloping me.
Oliver settles on my other side while Misha flicks off the light before sliding in next to Oliver, leaving me in the dark, naked under the covers with three hot-as-hell men in only their underwear. Grey and Oliver press close, their hands roaming over my skin in gentle, soothing caresses. Their arousals press against me, reminding me that they’re just as affected as I am, their bodies taut with need.
I take a deep breath, trying to calm my racing heart.
I can do this.
I can handle them.
I think.
“Hey,” Grey prompts softly, seeming to notice my tension, his breath warm against my cheek, “What is it?”
“Nothing,” I lie, but it comes out breathy.
“Relax, Princess.” His deep voice rumbles in my ear. “Try to sleep.”
“But what about you?” My voice is barely audible, nearly drowned out by the sound of our collective breathing.
Grey shushes me, his hand coming up to stroke my hair. “We’re going to sleep now, too,” he murmurs.
“But… don’t you want…” I trail off.
How can I do it when I can’t even say it?
“Of course I want to fuck you, baby,” Grey says, the low rasp of his words sending a shiver through me. “But we did enough experiments for tonight. Let’s figure the rest out when we’re back home. If and when you want all of us, it will be at your pace. We have forever, no need to rush things.” His words area promise of countless nights just like this one. “Practice makes perfect, right, Ollie?”
Oliver’s soft chuckle joins Grey’s, his hand finding its way into my hair as well. The dual sensation of their fingers massaging my scalp is heavenly.
“Exactly,” he agrees, pressing a soft kiss to my cheek. “And I, for one, am more than willing to put in the practice.”
“Okay,” I whisper, a wave of relief washing over me.
This would have been a lot to handle in one day.
Hell, the entire day has been a lot to process as it is.
Misha’s amused voice pipes up from the other side of Oliver. “She really thought she would have to pop Ollie’s cherry in a gang bang.”
“Shut up, idiot,” Oliver mutters, followed by a soft thud and Misha’s grunt as if he’s just received an elbow to the ribs.
His laughter, warm and infectious, fills the room, and I can’t help but giggle at their antics while Grey’s deep chuckle reverberates through his chest. He leans in, pressing a tender kiss to my forehead.
Why was I even worried?
They get me.
And they’ve got me.
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