Page 79 of The Final Straw

Van grabs a bottle of whiskey from the kitchen and brings it over, pouring generous amounts into four glasses. "One more drink to end the night," he says, passing the glasses around.

Grady leans back, stretching his legs out. "You know," he growls. "We could make tonight even more fun."

Kipp raises an eyebrow, a slow smile spreading across his face. "What did you have in mind?"

Grady glances at me, eyes dark with desire. "Something a little more… naked."

Desire courses through me. The stress of the trial, the waiting—it all needs an outlet.

Van set his glass down, his eyes meeting mine. "I agree."

I nod, my heart racing. "Please."

The atmosphere in the room shifts, the air thickening with anticipation. Grady stands up and walks over to me, his hand cupping my chin as he leans in for a deep, possessive kiss. I melt into it, my body responding to his dominance.

Kipp moves behind me, his hands sliding under my shirt, caressing my skin. The heat of his body presses against mine, his breath hot on my neck. Van watches us, eyes dark with lust, before joining in, his hands rough and demanding as they explore my body.

The three of them work together, a seamless unit, their movements coordinated and deliberate. Grady’s hands are firm on my hips as he pulls me toward him, his mouth trailing hot kisses down my neck.

The roughness of his stubble scratches against my skin, sending delectable jolts through me. Van's hands are at my waist, tugging my shirt over my head and tossing it aside. While Kipp's move up to my chest, tweaking my nipples with just the right amount of pressure to make me gasp. "Bedroom," Van commands.

We stumble toward the bedroom, a tangle of limbs and hungry kisses. Once inside, the atmosphere becomes even more charged. Grady pushes me onto the bed, and his body quickly covers mine. I arch up to meet him, the friction igniting sparks of desire.

Kipp and Van quickly shed their clothes, their bodies a contrast of lean muscle and raw masculinity. They join us on the bed, their hands roaming over my body, touching, teasing, and claiming. Grady’s lips find mine again in a kiss that’s bruising and demanding before he rolls off of me with a smirk.

Kipp's fingers trace a line down the valley between my breasts softly. "Let’s see how much you can take," he whispers. I tingle in anticipation, my body responding to his words.

Van grabs my wrists, pinning them above my head with one hand while the other moves down to my jeans. He unbuttons them with a swift, practiced motion, pulling them down along with my underwear. I feel exposed and vulnerable, but the thrill of it only heightens my arousal.

"Don’t move," Van orders in a low growl.

Grady's hands are everywhere, kneading and caressing, his touch rough yet sensual. Kipp joins in, exploring the curves of my body, finding all the sensitive spots that make me moan. Van’s grip on my wrists tightens, his control absolute.

Grady's mouth finds my nipple, sucking and biting, while Kipp's hands roam lower, his fingers brushing against my inner thighs. Van's free hand moves to my neck, squeezing just hard enough to make my breath hitch.

He’s never been like this before. It’s new and shocking but also so fucking hot. I don’t know what’s come over him, but I like it.

"Look at me," Van orders, leaving no room for argument. I meet his gaze, the intensity of his eyes holding me captive. "You belong to us tonight."

"Yes," I whisper, my body quaking with desire. "I’m yours."

Van's eyes darken with satisfaction, and he leans down to claim my mouth in a searing kiss. His tongue explores mine, dominating and demanding. Grady's mouth moves lower, kissing a path down my abdomen, his teeth grazing my skin.

Kipp's fingers move to my entrance, teasing and probing. I gasp, my body arching into his touch. "Please," I beg, the word spilling from my lips before I can stop it.

"Not yet." Kipp grins wickedly. "We’re just getting started."

Van releases my wrists, and I immediately wrap my arms around his neck, pulling him closer. His hands move to my hips, lifting me slightly as Grady's mouth continues its descent and Kipp's fingers press deeper, eliciting a moan from me.

Grady finds his target, his tongue flicking to taste me. I cry out; the sensation is overwhelming. Kipp's fingers pump in and out, his touch rough and insistent. Van kisses and bites on my neck, marking me as his.

The desire builds, a rising tide that threatens to pull me under. Grady works in tandem with Kipp, driving me closer to the edge. Van's hands move to my chest, pinching my nipples, adding to the sensory overload.

"Please," I beg again, my voice breaking. "I need?—"

Grady's eyes meet mine with a fierce intensity. "You’ll get what you need when we’re ready to give it to you."

Kipp's fingers withdraw, leaving me aching and empty. Van grabs my hips, flipping me over onto my stomach. I feel used, and incredibly turned on. They position me on all fours, their hands roaming over my body, touching and teasing.

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