“I’m pretty sure that’s not how the saying goes.” I laughed.
“I get to decide how things go,” Grayson said. “For instance, kneel on the couch.”
Yes, sir. I was barely settled, when he grabbed my hips, pushed me forward, and thrust his cock inside me. No fanfare, justslam, and God I’d missed the way he stretched me out. I gripped the cushions to keep my balance, my head level with the back of the sofa. He slipped in and out of me at an excruciatingly slow pace, but each push forward was hard, striking the perfect spot inside me.
Then Jax was in front of me, cock in his hand. I hungrily took him in my mouth.
My hands were occupied keeping me from falling over, but they seemed to have the other mechanics figured out. Grayson teased my clit, keeping up the slow rhythm of fucking me.
Jax wasn’t so patient thrusting against my face.
The combination of all of it, the words shared, the things I’d witnessed, the sensations now, all drew a long climax from me. My cries were muffled by Jax’s erection when I came.
A salty spurt hit the back of my throat, then another, as he spilled inside my mouth. I devoured every drop.
Grayson picked up the pace as Jax slipped past my lips. Grunting. Pounding. Hammering against and inside me. The sounds he made when he reached climax were deliciously intoxicating.
The world slowed to a stop, punctuated by the three of us struggling to catch our breath. This wasn’t soft sweetness, but the spice was incredible, and it was love. More amazing than I ever could have imagined.
Chapter Twenty-Two
There was no goingout for coffee the next morning, or running off to work. We did force ourselves to get out of bed for the essentials, around midday on New Year’s Eve. Spent way too much time figuring out if all three of us could fit at the same time in their small tub, for a shower. We didn’t manage, but the trying was a lot of fun.
And I absolutely knew what the pizza girl was thinking when Grayson answered the door in nothing but a pair of gray sweats.
While we were eating, Chase texted me, as he had every day for the last week.
“When are you going to answer him?” Grayson asked.
I hadn’t decided yet. The anger wasn’t there anymore, thanks largely to the fact it was hard to be angry about anything when I was sitting with my back against Jax’s shoulder and my legs across Grayson’s lap. “I’m letting him simmer.”
Jax tugged my hair playfully. “A decade seems fair.”
“You haven’t talked to him since Christmas?” Grayson managed to set his plate aside without disturbing my position. “You know he’d do anything for you.”
“I haven’t, and maybe next time he does something for me, he’ll find out first if it’s the thing I want.”