“Oh no, y’all don’t. I’m up for it,” Brayden growled cockily.
He buried his face in the crook of my neck, kissing and sucking on my throat. I threaded my fingers through his hair and held him there as he ground his hardening cock against my pussy. He moaned, and I realized Spencer had slid his hand to Brayden’s ass.
“Texas is my greedy little cock slut,” Spencer crooned affectionately and nibbled on his lobe.
I pressed a kiss to Brayden’s temple and whispered, “I can’t wait to see you together. Show me how you love him and how good it can feel.”
Spencer spat on his fingers, wetting them, and a moment later, Brayden arched up. I watched as his eyes rolled back in his head and he moaned, “Yes, there. Like that.” He pushed back into Spencer’s touch, and his cock went from semi-interested to an iron spike in seconds.
“God, you’re beautiful,” I whispered, my voice filled with awe.
Spencer pulled away from Brayden’s neck, where he’d sucked a hickey into the tender flesh, and Brayden choked out a cry. “I wasn’t sure how you’d take Bray and me being together. You know we’re together, obviously, but some girls prefer when we don’t touch.”
“Is that what the team owner’s daughter did?” I asked, my tone harsher than it should have been.
“No,” Brayden answered. He was panting as Spencer worked his fingers inside him, the movement of his shoulder a dead giveaway that he wasn’t letting up on our man.
“We don’t usually do that much with other people. A BJ or a handie, but not like this,” Spencer explained.
“Thank you for sharing yourselves with me.” I kissed Brayden’s cheek and interlaced my fingers with Spencer’s on Brayden’s hip. This was a big deal. It was more than a hookup, even if I couldn’t call it anything more.
Brayden buried his face in the crook of my neck again and grunted as Spencer smirked. “Three fingers,” he mouthed to me.
I moaned, my pussy throbbing as I pictured how Brayden’s hole would be stretched around Spencer’s roughened fingers.
“You ever heard of cock warming?” Brayden mumbled.
“Like…” I hesitated. I’d heard of it before. I’d read books with it, too, thanks to Cara’s extensive library of smut that she shared with all of us. I wasn’t sure whether I was really into it though. “Do you want me to do that?” I asked slowly.
“No,” Brayden said quietly. “Me. I do it. To Spencer. We’ve never told anyone before,” he said, his words tumbling out ofhim like he couldn’t contain them now that the dam had been broken. “But I feel like I need to be upfront with y’all.”
“Do you enjoy it? Need it?” I asked, unsure of what I was actually asking.
He gave me a single nod, barely a dip of his head. Oh, this sweet, complex man. He was so much more than a pretty face and a cocky mouth. I pressed my lips to his temple in a chaste kiss and rested my cheek against his while I stroked his back, trying to give him some semblance of comfort while Spencer slowed his movements behind.
“I wanted y’all to know in case it was a deal breaker.”
Oh heck, he was going to kill me. He was worried about me not approving. I hooked my finger under his chin and drew his face up to mine. Then I kissed him slowly, my tongue seeking entry once our lips were pressed together. I moaned and tilted my hips up, seeking friction on my pussy. I ran my foot up his calf and reached between us to pump his steely erection. My pussy leaked and my clit pulsed. He was so freaking beautiful. Every part of him from his cocky mouth that got him in trouble far too often to this vulnerable, quiet man in front of me.
I notched his cock at my pussy, letting him feel for himself how wet I was. “Feel that?” I breathed. “That’s because of you two. There’s nothing you could do together that would turn me off. I want to watch you do it.” He tensed, but I continued not giving him a chance to second-guess what I was going to say. “Not because I want to get off to it, but because I want to see you give and take what you each need. I want to see the quiet moments between you and how you care for each other.”
Brayden nudged his nose against mine and captured my lips in a sweet kiss. He lingered, our lips touching and his eyelashes brushing my cheeks. He pulled back and kissed a line down my throat. I opened my eyes, searching for Spencer. But he was right there, staring at me with an intensity that stole my breath.
“Thank you,” he mouthed to me as Miller sucked a mark on my collarbone and thrust forward, sliding into me achingly slowly. My eyelids fluttered closed, and I arched into him, grinding my clit against his pubic bone.
Spencer shifted, his weight easing off us. When Brayden gasped and his hips stuttered, I knew Spencer was doing something to him, but I had no idea what.
“Oh fuck,” Brayden breathed. “Just like that. Please.”
He kissed me, ravenous and tender at the same time, thrusting into me slow and steady, each pump of his hips more of a grind. He was moaning and incoherent, his touch shaky as he ran his thumb over my cheek and threaded his fingers through my hair. I clutched at his back, my fingers digging into the thick muscles there as I grounded myself with his touch.
I moaned when Brayden thrust harder and gasped as his pelvis hit my clit.
I gestured vaguely to the nightstand. “Lube. Top drawer.”
I wanted him to claim me, to ruin me for every other man, and I wanted Spencer inside Brayden when he did it.
At the flick of the lube cap, Brayden moaned. He was desperate for it, his cock pulsing inside me as he canted his hips for Spencer. He gasped and arched up, his back a perfect arc, and for a moment, he went perfectly still. His cockhead was at the entrance to my pussy, its girth just stretching me. But it wasn’t enough.
