Grave pries my fingers loose of the death grip I have on Ev’s shirt, kissing the back of my hand before tucking it in his elbow, acting the misleading part of a gentleman for the night. He turns those bright blue eyes on me, the same look that got me into this mess in the first place. “Now, love, you really think anyone would dare say anything while I’m here?”
I turn my pleading face to Everett. “Isn’t it going to make our job harder if everyone is paying attention to what we’re doing?”
A sly grin lights up his face and his emerald gaze softens. “I don’t exactly blend into the shadows here, beautiful. Julian has me working security because only someone with a death wish would try something while I’m standing there. People might talk; let ‘em. Their opinions don’t matter.”
Grave toys with a lock of my blonde hair, always restless and fidgeting when any conversation drags on past five seconds. I swear, he has the attention span of a squirrel, but considering what happens when you’ve captured his interest?
Every man in this place refuses to meet his eye, not wanting to get on his radar.
I take a fortifying breath and try to unwind, swiping a glass of champagne from a passing server’s tray.
As the hours tick on without incident, I relax enough to actually enjoy myself, though my mingling is restricted to the guys from the office-house since I don’t know anyone. I couldn’t tell you one man from another, much less well enough to create a checklist; so that’s reserved for the guys to handle.
My eyes keep flitting back in Maverick’s direction, keeping to himself on the fringes of the room. His tanned flesh is covered in a multitude of faded scars, unable to be fully covered no matter his efforts. Hands, neck, cheeks; it’s clear he’s been through hell, but God only knows what. I’m glad his aunt is dead though, because she clearly allowed terrible things to happen to the boy she was supposed to protect.
“You’re staring again,” Ev teases and I jump, startled.
“I’m just worried about him, that's all.”
He snorts and we go back to the party while I try to push his comment from my mind. I’m already incredibly lucky that both of these men treat me so well; I shouldn’t be greedy.
It’s well past midnight when Grave makes up some bullshit excuse to get out of our current conversation, the two of them dragging me down the hall and away from the party. The room is dark, but by how easily Ev navigates it, it’s clear he’s comfortable in the space.
“Your office? And here I thought you preferred more privacy,” I tease as he slides a chair from behind his desk and settles into it.
He runs a hand over my tights and cups my ass beneath the flared skirt of my black dress, pressing a kiss to my stomach. “It was hard enough after seeing you in this not to take you in the backseat of my car, but after an entire night of watching men want you for their own? Hell, Ihopethey hear.”
Grave lightly wraps a hand around my throat from behind, adding just enough pressure to make a needy whimper slip past my lips. “Let them listen,” he murmurs against the shell of my ear, making me shudder. “Because you’re ours, aren’t you, love?”
Everett strokes once between my legs before ripping a hole in the fabric of my tights. “Fuck, Elyse,” he groans when he meets bare skin, already slick and wanting. “You knew we’d never make it home, didn’t you?”
Tilting my head back, I kiss Grave as his chest rumbles in pleasure against my spine. “You have a tendency to rip my favorite pairs,” I argue. “And they’re expensive. I can’t be throwing away money or I’ll never work off this debt.”
I gasp as he slips two fingers inside, curling them and pulling me closer. I don’t get another word out before Grave is pressing into me from behind, fucking me in tandem with Everett’s fingers still buried inside, increasing the pressure. The hand around my throat tightens and I clench around them both, the three of us groaning.
“You don’t really want to leave, do you?” Grave demands, sounding more like himself. He’s spent the better part of the night masquerading as a normal person, but with Grave, you always need to watch your step, unsure of what will set him off. His moods change in a blink, his humanity already barely existent in the first place.
“No,” I pant as he slams into me rougher than before. I brace my hands on Ev’s shoulders as he starts toying with my clit, leaving me breathless. “I don’t want to leave you.” Because I know that’s what he’s really asking, though he isn’t able to voice it.
“But you want more, don’t you?” he insists, voice hard and fisting a hand in my hair. “I see the way you look at him, watch him.” I don’t need to ask who he means, but know better than to admit it.
My lips part to protest, but Everett uses it as an opportunity to nip at me before I can speak. “This only works if we’re honest, Elyse. If we can’t trust each other, it means nothing,” he warns and I swallow, nervous that I’m about to make the best thing to ever happen in my life implode.
Grave pulls out and I’m spun around, impaled on Everett’s cock before I can catch my breath. His fingers splay across my sides above my hips, steadying me and guiding my movements. Grave drops to his knees, biting my inner thigh. I cry out, clenching my thighs, but he pushes them apart to leave me exposed and at his mercy. Clutching the edge of the desk, I curse, but he eases the sting with his tongue.
“So tell me, love,” he purrs, flicking his tongue over my clit as Everett rocks me against him, giving Grave the chance to play his games. “What is it you want?”
He dips his head and sucks, leaving me bucking between them. “I want Ev buried inside of me while you fuck me in the ass, and I want Maverick coming down my throat while you do it. Is that what you want to hear?” I demand vehemently, finally pushed over the edge. I come hard, choking the words out as I try not to imagine it, know better than to punish myself in that way, yet unable to stop.
Everett bites down on the crook of my shoulder to muffle his grunt as he follows me into blissful oblivion, cock jerking as I’m flooded with heat. I languidly rock against them with my eyes shut, riding out the aftershocks while I can before everything explodes and I’m left sitting amongst the ashes.
"Well shit, Mav,” Everett pants. “I think that was more for you than me."
My eyes fly open to see Maverick storming out of the shadows across the room and out the door. Grave kisses my thigh before getting to his feet and I smack his chest, indignant.
“What the hell was that?!” I hiss, incensed and trying to get to my feet, but Everett’s bands an immovable arm around my waist, cock twitching inside of me as I squirm on his lap.
"I actually was trying to make a point that you were ours and rub it in his face, but it backfired," Grave admits with a laugh, shrugging in the dim lighting. “But que sera sera, as they say.”
