I let myself drift off, surrounded by the only love that has ever felt real.
As the day draws on, I decide to leave my phone off. I know I need to talk to my father, but I’m not ready. Not yet.
This whole thing has become a shit show, and now the guys are firmly planted in my drama with my dad and Antony, front and center.
They told me not to worry about that. That they’d handle my dad, but I don’t want them to do it alone.
“Come on, Babydoll, time for bed.” Chase takes hold of my hand, giving Carter a knowing nod.
“I need a goodnight kiss first,” Carter blurts as he jumps up from the couch, pulling me from Chase’s hold and kissing me deeply. “It’s going to be okay,” he whispers as he pulls away from me.
“Thank you,” I whisper back, then add, “I love you.”
“Love you too, Pixie.”
Chase takes hold of my hand, leading me up the stairs as Blake falls in step behind us. My heart races in anticipation of what this may be and excitement takes over.
The soft glow of the bedside lamp casts warm shadows across the room as he leads me over to the bed and sits me down. Blake enters the room, shutting the door behind him. My body feels heavy as I wait for what’s about to happen.
"We need to talk about something," Chase says, his fingers brushing along my arms. His touch is gentle, reassuring.
I glance up at him, then over at Blake, who gives me a small smile. "We’ve been talking, and we don’t want to hold back anymore," Blake says.
I shift my gaze back over to Chase, and he nods. "We want this, Ginny. The three of us. Completely."
My breath catches. The last lingering doubt I’d been holding on to dissolves at their words. "You mean it? But I thought you wanted to wait, you know, until the two of you took the next step.” I know they have, but I didn’t know if Carter told them he told me. It’s a private moment for them and I don’t want them to feel as if we were gossiping about them.
Blake leans in, pressing a kiss to the corner of my lips before whispering, "We have, but you know that already, don’t you, Little One?"
I can feel my face heating up at being caught.
“I love it when you blush, Babydoll. It makes my fucking cock hard.” I can’t help but press my thighs together at Chase’s words, as the ache builds in my core.
Blake tilts my chin up, his blue eyes locking onto mine. "We love you, Gin."
Emotion swells in my chest, and before I can overthink it, I lean forward, capturing Blake’s lips in a deep, desperate kiss. He responds instantly, his arms wrapping around me as he pulls me closer.
Blake’s hands trail down my sides, his lips grazing my shoulder before he presses a kiss there, his breath warm against my skin. "You’re beautiful," he murmurs.
Turning toward Chase, I see he’s watching us, his green eyes hooded with desire, lips parted, his chest breathing heavy.
A shiver runs down my spine.
Blake’s hand moves to the nape of my neck, his fingers threading into my hair as he pulls me back toward him, capturing my mouth in another kiss, deeper this time, more claiming. My body melts into his solid frame. Chase shifts beside us, his warm fingers tracing up my arm, leaving goosebumps in their wake.
The sensation of both of them touching me at once sends a wave of heat straight through me.
“God, you’re sexy,” Chase murmurs, his lips finding the sensitive skin just below my ear.
I gasp, my fingers tightening in Blake’s shirt. His lips curve into a knowing smile as his hands move to my waist, guiding me onto his lap. Straddling him, I can feel the heat radiating from his body, and it only fuels the fire building between us.
Chase’s hands slide down my back, his fingertips teasing the hem of my shirt as he moves to stand behind me and lifts it slowly, giving me time to stop him if I want to.
But I don’t. I want this. I want them.
I lift my arms, allowing Chase to pull the fabric away. He fumbles with my bra before unhooking it, and slides it off my arms, leaving me bare from the waist up. Blake’s hands skim up my sides, his thumbs brushing the curve of my breasts as Chase presses soft kisses down the back of my neck, sending shivers coursing through me.
I reach for Blake’s shirt, eager to even the playing field, and he lets me tug it over his head, revealing the hard lines of his chest, his muscles flexing under my touch. I glance over my shoulder, watching as Chase follows suit, stripping off his own shirt before pulling me toward him. Our lips collide, a slow but heated dance, tongues tangling, tasting, learning. Blake’s lips press against myshoulder as his hands skim lower, teasing the waistband of my leggings.
