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  He growled as she moaned aloud, turning to him as she dropped to her knees. Fuck, why was this so hot? That wasn't my dick that was being enveloped by those pillowy lips, but somehow it was almost as hot. Watching her fall down in front of him, it was dirty, and perverted, and I loved every second of it.

  "Yes," I told her, quickly pulling down my jeans cupping my cock in my hands. "Move your head, just like that baby, take it all in, take it all the way down."

  Her eyes were shut tight and she was making these little moaning noises, deep in her throat, muffled around Grayson. I stroked myself intently, watching for a moment before I couldn't take it any longer. "Get that ass up," I ordered her, smacking her lightly on the ass cheek. She responded by arching her back, giving me a perfect view of that pretty pink slit. "Higher," I ordered, cracking my hand across her other cheek. Bright pink marks bloomed under my hand, and her whole body flushed in response. "God I love your skin," I told her. "You blush like it's your job. Open your legs, get those hips higher, I need to eat this pussy before I go insane."

  She arched her hips higher, and I buried my face, into her, thrusting my tongue into her like mad. My cock was a diamond, straining for her. But first I needed to remind myself of the way she tasted, reminding myself that her sweet nectar was better than anything I'd ever tasted. I could get drunk off her, right now, with the sound of her muffled gasp in my ears. I was addicted to this, feeling her move between us, hearing all of the sounds that the three of us made, mingling like music.

  "Fuck," I groaned, as I stood back up again, positioning myself against her hips. She arched herself higher and my cock found her entrance. I pressed myself there, waiting, teasing her with the tip, and she moaned and rocked backwards, impaling herself without any help from me.

  "Fuck that's hot, move, just like that, rocking back on your hands and knees," I ordered her. She did just as I said, alternating between impaling herself on my cock, and sliding her lips along Gray's. I watched, entranced, as her greedy pussy devoured me, and it was everything I could do to hold myself back so as not to explode with desire.

  "Jesus," Gray said, and he buried his hands in her hair, fisting into two pigtails. That was too much for me, I looked away and suddenly I was driving myself into her as hard as I could, burying myself all the way to the hilt. She yelped against his cock, and the sound was like nothing I'd ever heard before. I grasped her hips, driving myself into her, again and again, forcing that yelp from her mouth with each well-timed thrust.

  "Jesus, I'm gonna...fucking...and I'm not ready..." Gray gasped, pulling her head back, and backing away.

  I slid out from her and turned her around, loving the way she was trembling even as she tried to stand. "Has anyone ever been in your ass before, Harper?" I asked her.

  Her eyes widened and she shook her head. Her lips were all bright pink and bruised.

  I bent to kiss them hard. "That's okay," I told her. "But I want you to think about it, because the idea of having us both inside of you while we watch your face is turning me on more than anything."

  "Holy shit, yes," Gray echoed.

  "Go on and put me in your mouth," I told her. "I want you to taste how you taste. I want you to lick all traces of yourself off of my cock, you got it?"

  She nodded eagerly and made to move to her knees.

  "No," Gray said, catching her beneath the waist. "Over here, on your bed. I'm about to fuck you, all day long, so I think you'd better pace yourself."

  Chapter Thirty-Three

  Grayson

  The way her body curved into mine, it was like she was made for me. I laid down behind her, smoothed my hand over the curve of her side, then slid my fingers over her pussy one more time, just to hear her groan around Cal's cock.

  I wanted to fuck her. No, I needed to fuck her, but I also needed to taste her over and over again, fucking eat my fill of her. So even though my cock was at a right angle, so hard it fucking hurt, I moved over her instead.

  "Spread your legs, Harper," I told her. "No, keep sucking Cal's cock while you do." I grinned evilly. "I'm gonna see if I can distract you from giving him head."

  "Fucker," Cal growled, then groaned as Harper took him in deeper.

  "No, that comes next," I told him. "But first, this."

  I buried my face between her legs. Those first licks, those were for me. I could taste her heat, her sweetness. I licked her all over, swirling my tongue around her entrance to make her jerk and arch towards me. "You still able to suck his cock when I do this, baby?" I teased her, slipping my finger inside of her to catch that special spot that made her eyes go wide.

  "She sure is," Cal said, exhaling sharply. "If anything, her mouth feels even better."

  "What about this?" I drew my tongue upward and then drew her clit into my mouth and gave it a gentle suck.

  "Fuck!" Harper shot up and away from Cal, her eyes wide as she arched upward, grinding herself against me. I laughed inwardly as I felt her come around my finger, her pussy gripping me tighter than I thought possible.

  "Not even mad, that was hot as fuck," Cal grunted, reached down to play with her breasts. "Did he make you come, Harper?" He buried his face in her neck and sucked greedily. "My turn."

  I moved alongside of her again, and Cal took my place between her legs. "You taste even better than I remember," he told her, burying his face against her. I held her tightly as she stiffened, and then fell back boneless and it was enough just to watch her face as he devoured her.

  Her eyelids twitched, her lips parted, and then all at once she turned and fixed her green eyes right on me. "Yeah, let me see you," I told her. "Watch me. Keep watching me. I want to see your face as he makes you come."

  Her eyes went wide and then she squeezed them shut and groaned. "No Harper, watch me." I cupped her face with my hand and turned her head, kissing her roughly on the mouth. "Open your eyes."

  At that moment her breath caught in her throat and her eyes flew back open again and fixed on mine and, holy shit, I was right there watching her fall to pieces in front of me. "Fucking hell," I said over and over again as Cal stood back up again and caught her lips with his. He kissed her, making her taste herself on his lips while all the while I kept babbling. "Fucking hell, Harper. Fucking hell."

  This fucking girl, man. I wrapped my arm around her waist, spooning closer to her and buried my face in her neck at the same time I buried my cock in her pussy.

  "Damn you feel good from this angle," I whispered, just to drive her crazy.

  "Open your mouth, Harper," Cal ordered. He sounded like he was ready to explode. "I'm going to fuck your mouth while he fucks your pussy."

  The way she obeyed him instantly made me lose my fucking mind. I held her tighter, catching her arms at her sides and fucking her with everything I had. She was pinned between me and Cal, unable to do anything other than moan. The flush that heated her cheeks and turned her chest a rosy shade of pink had me crazy in an instant. "I should have been fucking you this way all along," I told her. "How deep do you think I can go? That's right, curl your toes as I rub your clit for you, here, put your hand right here, no baby, keep sucking him, I don't want to hear you stop. Play with yourself as I fuck you, Harper."

  Her fingers splayed and with a moan she began rubbing frantic circles over the top of her clit. "Is that how you played with yourself when you were thinking of us fucking you?" Cal grunted, grabbing her hair in his fists and yanking her head back. He kissed her hard, and then turned her to face me. I kissed her again and again, devouring her mouth.

  Her mouth was so hot and yielding and the way the little gasps escaped her lips drove me fucking insane. I pulled back, biting down on her lip to make her cry out. Cal's fingers found her perfect nipples, while he stroked his dick with his other hand.

  "She likes that, Cal," I told him. "Every time you pinch her there, her pussy tightens around my cock. You keep doing that and she's gonna come right on my dick, aren't you Harper?" I pushed myself up on my elbow, the better to fuck h
er harder, deeper. "Go on, come for us," I urged her. "Keep playing with your clit as you do."

  "Unh!" Her cries dissolved into a hoarse shout and suddenly I felt it. She clenched down, her whole body taut like a guitar string. The quivering seemed to start from the very center of her.

  "Holy fuck!" I gasped, entranced. "I can feel you as you're coming. Come harder, fuck, Harper. Your pussy is so fucking amazing..." I couldn't hold back and suddenly I was buried deep inside of her, coming so hard I felt like I was about to black out. Any semblance of self control was gone and I was fucking her harder than I'd ever done before, and she just kept coming, her screams of ecstasy driving me to the very edge of sanity.

  "Fuck me," Cal groaned. "Keep fucking her like that." His hand was moving faster now. "Open your mouth, Harper." She opened her mouth to scream and her buried his cock in her throat and came with a roar.

  And then all three of us collapsed.

  For a moment there was only the sound of her breathing. I pulled her closer to me, wanting to feel her heart as it slowed down. She rested her head on my outstretched arm as Cal moved closer to kiss her and his head brushed against my hand and it didn't even fucking bother me that he was kissing her when I wasn't. In a way, it was like I was kissing her too.

  Chapter Thirty-Four

  Harper

  I'd bought my apartment outright with the advance for Gilly's Garden. The real estate agent had described it as "cozy," which really meant, "you can stand in the middle of the living room and touch both walls." But housing prices in New York were insane and I had always considered buying my own place — with three small rooms, east facing windows and no roommates — as my biggest accomplishment in life thus far. So it had never seemed small to me.

  Until Cal and Gray walked in it.

  The sheer size of both of them was enough to fill the apartment. It had never felt so small.

  But it had also never felt so much like home.

  "Do you have a soufflé pan?" Gray asked me, slamming cupboards in my kitchenette.

  "What are you doing?" I asked him.

  "And can you please put on pants while you do it?" Cal muttered, stroking my hair. We were nestled together on my couch, him sprawled out over half of it, with me leaning against his comforting bulk, watching Grayson tie my frilly little vintage apron over his naked torso.

  "There, you happy?" Gray grinned, turning around and wiggling his ass in our direction.

  "Well, I know I am," I said, enjoying the sight of his sculpted ass with a big pink bow tied above it.

  "Good, now where's your soufflé pan?"

  "What do you need a soufflé pan for?" Cal asked.

  Gray looked at him like he was a special kind of slow. "Well, Cal, that would be so I can make us a soufflé for brunch."

  "You can make a soufflé?" I asked, sitting up a little. "I'm impressed."

  "I know baby." He winked. "I'm quite impressive."

  I stuck my tongue out at him. "But I don't have a soufflé pan." His face fell and I spread my hands to encompass the tiny space. "What? I live in a shoebox! I have space for exactly what I use every day and no more."

  Gray screwed up his mouth for a second. "That's okay, I'll improvise. Do you have coffee mugs?"

  "Now those I have. Top shelf above the coffee maker." I leaned back into Cal's arms. "Does he really know how to make soufflés?" I asked him.

  "Let's just say with the amount I'm learning about him lately, it wouldn't surprise me in the slightest," Cal said, moving his hands back into my hair.

  I sighed and snuggled down next to him, taking a deep breath in and then exhaling again. Cal pulled back and looked down at me. "You okay?" he asked, brushing my hair back from my face.

  I blinked. "I'm okay," I said, smiling. "Really, really okay."

  He grinned back at me. "I know what you mean," he said, and pressed his lips to my forehead.

  Gray slammed the oven door. "Okay! Just give those time to rise," he said, wiping his hands on my kitchen towel.

  I pushed myself up to stand and went to him. "Thank you for feeding us," I said, throwing my arms around his neck. As he kissed me, I could feel his lips curling into a proud smile.

  "There had better not be any hair in those," Cal said. "From your head, or anywhere else."

  "Ew." I grabbed a throw pillow off my couch and chucked it at him. "Don't be gross.”

  Cal laughed and ducked. "Hey, it's not your hygiene I suspect, it's his."

  "Hey, you saw me put the milk away," Gray protested.

  "Oh so you'll do it for her and not for me?"

  "Damn straight I will," Gray said, shooting me a goofy, lopsided smile that made my heart squeeze oddly.

  "What's that noise?" Cal asked. "Is that an alarm?"

  I lifted my head to hear the faint sound of a Morse code S.O.S. "Oh shit!" I cried. "That's Cecily's ringtone! Quick, find my phone!"

  Cal started rifling through the couch cushions as Gray rushed over to sift through the pile of clothes near the bed.

  "Here it is!" I cried in relief, pulling it from the depths of my utensil drawer.

  "Do you always keep your phone there?" Cal wondered.

  I looked at the missed call on the screen. "No," I sighed. "I'd say this was a first, but I'd be lying. The other day I found breakfast cereal in the medicine cabinet. I'm losing my goddamned mind."

  "I like it when you lose your mind," Gray murmured, coming up behind me and snaking his hands under my shirt.

  "Stop it, I need to call her back," I giggled.

  "Right now?"

  "Don't you have soufflés to watch rise?"

  "Something else is rising too," he said, kissing a trail down my neck.

  "Call her," Cal ordered, with that look in his eye. I felt a flutter in my stomach that became a pulse in my core at the sound of his bossy tone. "Call her right now," he said as he slipped his hand into my waistband.

  "Fuck," I breathed. This was a terrible idea.

  "Are you dialing?"

  I looked down at my stupid, traitorous fingers. "Yes," I groaned as his finger found my clit. Gray nibbled at my earlobe and his warm breath was making me squirm and..."Hi there!" I squeaked into the phone as Cecily answered. "Sorry, I just saw you called."

  There were a few seconds of silence. Cal's ice blue eyes darkened into a dangerous sapphire as he watched me, nodding, as I tried like hell to hold it together.

  "Did you get my message?" Cecily said icily.

  "What? Ah, no, sorry," I said, breathless as Cal's fingers moved faster. Gray's hands were under my shirt already, and I felt my nipples stiffen the second he brushed his thumb over them. "Ah, what's going on?"

  "I just wondered if you were feeling better."

  "What?" My voice climbed an octave as Cal's finger slipped inside of me. "I'm fine, what? Um...what?"

  Cecily took a deep breath. "You left the meeting with CTN early yesterday? Because you weren't feeling well?"

  I could barely remember. That felt like a lifetime ago. How could I ever have felt bad when right now I felt so good...so good...so good...

  "I'm good!" I said, tightly, gritting my teeth. My body was starting to betray me, rocking in rhythm with Cal's thrusting fingers. I felt Gray starting to lengthen against my back, and his breath quickened in my ear while in the other ear Cecily was saying...something... "What?" I said again.

  " — at Monday’s rescheduled meeting?"

  "Yes! Yes! Oh god, yes, I'm coming!" I cried as my whole body convulsed.

  Cecily sounded pleased. "Good, I'll see you then," she said as she hung up the phone just in time for three things to happen: the orgasm making my knees buckle, Cal's arms sweeping out to catch me and carry me to the bedroom with Gray right behind him, and the smoke alarm alerting us that Gray's forgotten soufflés were starting to burn.

  Chapter Thirty-Five

  Callum

  Her big green eyes widened just a little more as she searched my face. "Do you have to go?" she asked me for the millio
nth time.

  "Well, I mean, I don't," Gray piped up from the other side of the bed.

  Harper laughed as I swore at Gray and pushed my head up on my elbow, tracing a finger down her back. "Yeah, I don't like that idea," I said, keeping my voice low and even. "You're mine."

  "Ours," Gray corrected, glaring at me.

  "So what does that mean...exactly?" Harper asked, rolling onto her back and looking up at the ceiling. "Does that mean you’re both mine?"

  I looked at Gray and nodded slightly. "Yeah," he said, and there was something changed about his voice. I recognized it because that's how my voice would sound right now if I had the ability to speak. "We're yours."

  "My what?" she said, pushing herself up on her elbows and smiling playfully. "My boyfriends? With an s? As in plural?"

  "Okay Miss Children's Book Author, we get it. You don't need to explain plurals to us," I grumbled. This was so fucking strange, but what was even fucking stranger was how okay it was. Here I was lying in bed naked with the girl of my dreams, having an amiable discussion about how she didn't totally belong to me. That should have pissed me right the fuck off, but instead, "Yeah," I repeated. "We're your boyfriends."

  "And you're our girlfriend," Gray interjected.

  Damn I loved her smile, and this was one of the biggest smiles I'd ever seen from her. "Okay then," she whispered, kissing each of us in turn. "I'm okay with that." She licked her lips. "More than okay with that."

  "Yeah you've seemed pretty enthusiastic about the arrangement thus far," I teased her, sliding my hand between her legs.

  She swatted me away with a giggle. "But wait," she said, sliding her legs up and hugging her knees to her chest. "You're okay with this being a long distance thing though, right?" Her eyes flashed. "Because my work...my life...it's all here. I can't just..."

  "We can come to you," Gray interrupted, looking at me meaningfully.

  I nodded slowly. "Yeah," I said while in my mind I tallied up all the tours I'd have to reschedule. I made most of my money on weekends, when people were off from work and on vacation, but if it came to making a choice between that and Harper...?