Grayson thrusts up into me a little more, and I cry out again as he goes deeper, filling me even more. The room is full of all our moans, but the blood is rushing to my ears and I swear I may just explode from the overwhelming amount of sensations I’m feeling right now.
“That’s it, good girl. You can take it.”
“Fuck, you are even tighter like this,” Grayson grinds out.
Asher leans forward. “Next time we’re both going to be inside your cunt.”
I moan and I don’t even know if it’s from pleasure or fear at this moment. That sounds physically impossible, but I would’ve said the same thing about this before.
“I’m going to come way too fucking soon,” Grayson complains, thrusting up into me again so hard I muffle my cry on his chest.
“Can’t handle it, Wheeler? That’s too bad, at least you have one guy that can fuck you right,” Asher taunts.
I look at Grayson, rolling my lips between my teeth, and he narrows his eyes at me, thrusting up again roughly and I practically scream because Asher takes the opportunity to do the same.
“You’re telling me her ass isn’t the tightest thing you’ve ever felt? Especially with me in her pussy?” Grayson asks over my shoulder.
“Oh trust me, she fucking is. I just have more stamina than you. It’s okay, you can work on yours.”
“What about making me come first?” I tease, and that seems to get their attention because all their focus is back on me and pulling every ounce of pleasure possible from my body.
Grayson’s mouth is back on mine as he kisses me like he’s mad at me. His thrusts are relentless as he fucks me. Asher continues to hold me tightly as he matches his thrusts with Grayson’s and I’m completely at their mercy.
The release builds so quickly, I’m so full and so consumed by both of them there’s no chance I would be able to even try and hold back the orgasm that’s barreling through me. I cry out as my entire body convulses as the pleasure takes over. Grayson and Asher both groan as I tighten around them, and I hear their grumbled curses.
I think they’re both talking to me, but my ears are roaring—I can’t hear anything. Nothing else even registers to me other than the absolute ecstasy I’m feeling. I collapse my weight fully on Grayson, and his mouth stills with a groan as he comes, thrusting up into me and his arms wrap around me tightly.
Asher isn’t far behind, his own groans fill my senses as his face drops near my ear as his chest is on my back he comes. I feel like I can barely breathe but also don’t want to move. He turns his head closer to my ear and whispers, “What the fuck are you doing to me?” His voice is softer than usual, and it almost throws me off kilter. He sounds so vulnerable and raw. I want to blame the high of our orgasms, and maybe that’s what it is. But I also think it may be more.
Because maybe we are more. All of us together.
This moment just officially threw me over to the point of no return with them. My heart is completely theirs. I just hope I don’t regret it. Though, there’s still a small part of my mind that’s warning me something this perfect can’t last.
CHAPTER 39
Grayson
Ireally shouldn’t have stayed at Rae’s. She lives further than I do from our practice facility and I have early morning skate, but I couldn’t leave. Not after what we all did, the shift that occurred. And I didn’t want to. I wanted to stay as close to her as possible. I push some of the hair that’s fallen in her face away from her closed eyes just to see more of her face. Her skin looks even softer when she’s relaxed like this. Her lips quirked up in the smallest smile, and I wonder if she’s dreaming up a new song. She lives, breathes, and bleeds music so it wouldn’t surprise me.
A phone goes off, and I turn over to silence it to not wake her up. Asher too, I guess, but if he gets woken up then I don’t really care. It’s Rae’s phone, and the screen lights up when I go to silence it, and I see it’s a text from her security.
Security
There’s another package left outside the front gate. We’re holding it unless you want it passed along to the police.
I furrow my brow at the message. Another package? From who and why would they want to passit along to the police?
Setting her phone down, I turn and Rae is looking at me with sleepy eyes.
“I didn’t mean to wake you up,” I whisper.
She shakes her head. “You didn’t.”
I want to ask her about what I just saw, but she should go back to sleep.
“What’s wrong?” she asks. Clearly, I’m not good at hiding my look of concern.
“Your security texted you about a package,” I tell her quietly.
