As she turns to open the door, I crowd her once again and she gasps as my chest hits her back, pushing her flat against the door.
“While you’rethinking about it,you can also think about how much your pussy floods for me when I tell you what a desperate cock hungry little thing you are. We both know what you want, and that I can give that to you.”
Rae gasps, and arches her back, her ass rubbing against my groin just for a second before I push against her even harder.
“Your puppy dog Grayson can give you sweet and soft, but we both know you want to be forced onto your knees and told what a good little slut you are while I use you how I want.”
She lets out a small moan, and I step back, freeing her while she tries to control her breathing. She looks back at me over her shoulder; it seems like she’s going to say something, but instead the door swings open and she’s gone.
Some may think that scared her away, but I know the truth. I could see it. That just ensured I’m going to see her again.
CHAPTER 22
Rae
He’s wrong. I don’t want one or the other. I want both. Possibly at the same time.
I had to leave the small enclosed space because I was about to say just that, but it’s crazy. Absolutely insane. Even after that moment with all three of us, I can’t wrap my mind around this being my reality.
I join my family and see Chandler, smiling and laughing with Brent and Vince. Matt is still on the couch with Grayson and Easton, but they’re all so happy. I’ve never seen any indication that they aren’t. Even Evie and Maya say their parents are all disgustingly happy, which seems to be a common theme with all our parents.
But could I really do that? Could that be my life?
Two different men? Twoverydifferent men?
Grayson looks over at me, like he can sense that I’m starting to spiral. His glasses remind me of when we were younger and he would complain about them, but hated contacts.
Gray smiles at me, and I return it, hoping he can’t see through it, but I know he can. I turn and see Asher standing off to the side while Nash and Charlie talk, I think trying to include him, but he doesn’t look like he’s saying anything.
“Hey.” Grayson pulls my attention back to him. “You okay?”
I nod. “Yeah, I’m great. Why?”
“Because you seem anxious.”
I don’t like how easy I can be to read sometimes. Especially by him and my mom; they have a sixth sense when it comes to my anxiety.
“I’m fine,” I lie, trying to seem convincing. He still doesn’t believe me; I reach out to grab his bicep, squeezing it. “Don’t worry about me. Have fun, it’s okay.”
He starts to open his mouth to speak, but Easton is throwing his arms around both of us and pulling us both into his sides. “What are you two whispering about over here? Secrets don’t make friends, you know?”
I push against his side so he’ll free me from the chokehold. I finally free myself while he laughs.
“Fuck off.” Grayson shoves his brother in the shoulder, which only makes Easton laugh harder.
“Aw come on, I just want to be included. You always steal Rae all for yourself, and maybe I’ve missed her.” He pulls me into his side again, holding me tighter this time while I squirm.
“Get away from me, you big dummy,” I protest, trying to push him away again.
“Oo, big dummy? Easy on the curse words, Sunny.”
I roll my eyes. Grayson has always called me Sunshine, which led to Easton calling me “Sunny” just to be annoying.
“It’s amazing how you two can look so similar, but besodifferent.” I shake my head.
“Ew, don’t say that.” Easton shakes his head. “We look nothing alike.”
I look at Grayson, then Easton, the exact same shade of dark blonde hair covers their head. Easton’s is a little longer because he grows it out during football season. He’s also a bit bulkier than Grayson. But they have the same green eyes, face structure, and height that towers over me.
