Misha raises his bowl in a mock toast. “To transparency, mutual stalking, and ensuring Grey doesn’t pull any more coffee runs without us.”
“To that,” I agree, clinking my chopsticks against his bowl in a makeshift toast. The others join in, and for a moment, the laughter and warmth fill the kitchen, pushing back the shadows of the day.
By the time we finish eating, the mood in the room has completely shifted. Grey looks more relaxed, the tension from the hospital visit having melted away.
Clearing the dishes, Grey glances at the clock. “Do you want to go grab your things now?”
I shake my head at the suggestion. “No, I’d like to relax on the couch for a bit first, if that’s okay?” I ask through a yawn, the long night and exhaustion from the uncertainty catching up with me.
“Sure, Princess.”
We pile onto the couch, and I lean against Oliver, feeling the warmth of his body against mine as he starts stroking my hair. Misha lifts my feet onto his lap while Grey sits down on Oliver’s other side and takes my hand in his. Letting out a contented sigh, I close my eyes.
Surrounded by them, I feel loved, happy, and safe. The words slip out before I can stop them, “I love you.”
“I love you, too,” they reply in unison, their voices a soothing chorus.
“I think the beta is over,” I say softly. “I’m ready to launch.”
Oliver stops his movements, prompting me to open my eyes. He leans back to look at me. I meet his gaze, seeing the question there. “You… trust us?”
I smile at him. “I do.”
Misha’s voice is filled with excitement as he asks, “So we’re official?”
Grey snorts. “We’ve always been official, idiot.” He turns to me, his expression serious but soft. “You’ve forgiven us, and you trust us again. No secrets, no hard feelings anymore?”
I nod, feeling my stomach tingle. “We’re good,” I assure them. “More than good. Beta test successful.”
A beat passes in comfortable silence, and then Misha’s hand slides a little higher up my leg over my leggings, his touch light but suggestive. “So,” he starts, seemingly casual. “What happens after a successful beta test?”
Oliver chuckles, his fingers playing with a lock of my hair. “Usually, there’s a celebration,” he teases.
Grey, still holding my hand, leans in, his lips brushing against the shell of my ear as he murmurs, “Or a reward.”
Oh my God.
I giggle, the sound spilling out unexpectedly, thanks to my nerves. I’ve been thinking about having all three of them together since the charity gala ten days ago. And now, I’m sure I am ready to try it, but my stomach erupts with butterflies at the thought.
“That little giggle…” Grey says, his voice dropping an octave. “Is going to get you fucked.”
A spark of challenge ignites within me, and I turn to face him, my tone provoking. “Is that so?”
Grey doesn’t hesitate or hold back as he captures my lips in a heated kiss, his hand releasing mine only to slide into my hair, pulling me closer as his mouth moves against mine with a fierce hunger. The world narrows to the taste of him, the feel of his tongue as it explores my mouth.
But it’s not just Grey. Oliver grips my waist, and his lips trail down the side of my neck, leaving a trail of warmth in their wake. When Grey lets me come up for air, Misha turns my head back, capturing my lips in a kiss of his own, softer but no less intense.
They take turns, each kiss different yet equally passionate, their hands exploring, teasing, and driving me wild. Misha’s fingers skim the edge of my shirt, lifting it just enough to slide his hands underneath, touching the bare skin of my stomach, and I shiver in response.
“You’re wearing too many clothes, Bug,” Misha murmurs against my neck, his hands already pulling at the fabric, eager to rid me of anything that separates us.
Grey’s lips leave mine, but his eyes hold me captive, dark and full of intent. “Are you sure about this?” he asks, seeking confirmation.
I nod, breathless but certain. “So damn sure.”
That’s all the encouragement they need. In an instant, the energy shifts, and hands are everywhere, peeling away clothing, touching, exploring, and claiming every inch of me. In a blur of movement, we’re all naked on the couch, and I find myself pressed between them, each one taking turns to taste my lips, to leave their mark on my skin.
Oliver pulls me back against his chest, and Grey follows, kissing his way up the inside of my thighs. His hands are firm, his lips hot, while Oliver’s touch is more deliberate, calculated in its intent as he glides his finger down my throat.
