Page 136 of Hell and High Water

“Y–Yes…”

Gavan’s hands are firebrands, exploring up into my shirt along my scalding skin, cupping my aching breasts, toying with me through my bra. I want to tear it all off, to feel his palms gripping me, to feel my flesh spill through his fingers.

Evan’s hands make their way down the back of my pants, teasing along the band of my thong.

I'm practically whimpering, panting from the overstimulation of their hands all over my body. Added to the tickling skim of Gavin’s lips along my neck and Evan’s drifting along my clavicle. All I can do is tip my head to the side, giving them each better access to a side of me.

I’m still drifting in that hypnotic state when they pull me toward the stairs, toward the bedroom.

My heart starts to pound as we near the doorway, realization dawning on me of what’s about to Happen.

With everything we’ve had to do, we haven’t spent a night with all four of us in the house yet. Attention and duties have been so divided that I’ve barely shared the bed with each of them and once or twice with two of them while sleeping.

The same goes for tonight. Tell is out doing recon.

But this is so overdue.

The endless list in my head fades, forgotten at the kitchen table as they keep me spinning between them, each of them taking a kiss, embracing me for a few moments before the other swoops in again.

Before long, I'm rolling in waves of stimulation, trying to savor every sensation.

Gavin keeps me occupied while Evan’s hands unbutton my shirt, tugging it away as he flips his own shirt across the room with it. I feel skin on my back a second later, making me sigh into Gavin’s mouth with a grin.

His shirt goes next, adding to the smoldering heat in the room.

My bra disappears somewhere along the way, leaving my flushed chest and peaked nipples ready for Evan to take into his mouth, one at a time. The steady current of pleasure ripples across every nerve, my eyes closing to thoroughly feel every flick of his tongue.

In that state, I barely notice Gavin dragging my pants down, unconsciously stepping out of them, bending back to thrust my ass into his bulging jeans.

“That ass is—” Gavin rumbles.

“Mine,” Evan interrupts, turning me back toward Gavin and kissing down my spine.

Gavin’s lips find the crook of my neck as he cups my swollen tits in both hands, practically holding me up as Evan’s searing lips reach my sacrum, just above my thong.

I hold my breath as he bites the string, tugging it down.

It’s a random moment, a brief breath in my mind as I open my eyes and see us in the mirror, two gorgeous men worshiping me.

I look…

Stunning.

I look unlike any way I have ever seen myself. Sexy. Relaxed and sensual.

And I realize this is what has been missing my entire life. To be taken care of, to give over completely to trust in someone, and better, more than one someone, two men I love seeing to my every desire, my every whim.

It should be selfish. Unthinkable.

But why don’t I deserve this?

After so long.

It’s like another dark door unlocks inside my heart, opening me to a whole world of possibilities. Together, we are so much more.

In an instant, I’m back in the present, the whirlwind of lips and hands making me grin drunkenly. They are so different, such a contrast of sensation.

Gavin's rough stubble. The hair on his chest.

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