Page 26 of Three Pucking Wedding Dates

“Give up yet?” he asks gently, pressing his flour-covered fingers against mine.

“Never,” I reply defiantly, feeling a sudden surge of heat in my cheeks as his gaze holds mine captive.

“Guess I’ll have to make you surrender then,” he murmurs, leaning in to close the distance between us. His lips brush against mine, soft and sweet, stealing my breath away. It feels as if time stops for a moment, the world shrinking down to just the two of us.

As Gray deepens the kiss, my resistance crumbles, and I find myself melting into his embrace. I wrap my arms around his neck, pulling him even closer. This unexpected turn of events leaves me reeling, but I can’t bring myself to pull away. The connection between us is too strong, too undeniable to resist.

“Gray,” I breathe against his lips, unable to hide the desire in my voice.

My thoughts scatter like leaves in the wind, leaving only the sweet taste of his mouth and the warmth of his body against mine.

“Oakley,” Gray murmurs into the kiss, his strong hands gripping my waist as if he’s afraid I’ll slip away.

I sigh helplessly, completely lost in the whirlwind of emotions swirling within me. I’ve never felt this way before—so alive, so wanted, so utterly consumed by passion.

Suddenly, I feel another pair of hands on me—Reid’s hands. His touch startles me at first, but as his fingertips brush my hips, I moan into Gray’s mouth, my desire for him growing stronger by the second.

“Like what you’re feeling, dollface?” Reid whispers huskily in my ear. The weight of his arousal presses against my back, a thrilling reminder of the raw sensuality that surrounds us.

“Reid,” I gasp, my heart pounding wildly in my chest. I can’t deny the effect he has on me, just as powerful as Gray’s embrace.

Reid gently takes my chin, pulling my lips away from Gray’s, and tilts my head up to meet his gaze. His green eyes are dark with lust, and I shiver under their intensity. Then, without warning, he captures my mouth with his own, his kiss harder and more demanding than Gray’s.

“Reid,” I manage to whisper before losing myself in the urgency of his touch.

My mind races with conflicting thoughts—guilt over my actions, fear of the consequences, and a burning need for both men that refuses to be ignored. As Reid’s tongue explores my mouth, I begin to wonder if giving in to this desire will change everything…or if it’s already too late.

The heat of Gray’s lips on my neck sends shivers down my spine, his tender kisses leaving a trail of fire in their wake. Hishands find their way to my breasts, gently kneading them, the sensation driving me wild.

“Gray,” I moan, arching my back as he continues to lavish attention on my sensitive flesh. Meanwhile, Reid’s erection presses insistently against me, urging me to move against him. I can’t help but comply, grinding back into him, desperate for more contact.

“Feels so good, doesn’t it, Oakley?” Reid murmurs in between kisses, his breath hot and intoxicating. I nod, unable to form words as these two incredible men envelop me in a cocoon of desire.

“God, you’re so beautiful like this,” Gray whispers against my skin, sending another wave of goosebumps down my arms.

“Sh-she really is,” Reid stammers, his voice thick with lust.

I smile, feeling both powerful and vulnerable as they worship my body. But just as I’m about to succumb entirely to the pleasure, the sound of the door clicking open jolts me back to reality.

A woman stands in the doorway, her eyes wide with shock and embarrassment. “Oh, I’m so sorry!” she exclaims, her cheeks flushing a deep shade of red. “I was supposed to clean, but I’ll come back.”

I immediately pull away from Gray and Reid, mortified at being caught in such an intimate moment. My face burns with shame, and I struggle to catch my breath as the woman hurriedly backs out of the room, mumbling apologies under her breath.

For a moment, we all stand there in stunned silence, the flour-covered kitchen a stark reminder of how innocently this all started.

It definitely didn’t end innocently.

The door slams shut with a bang, and the three of us stand there, our chests heaving as we try to process what just happened. I wrap my arms around myself, suddenly all too aware of how exposed I feel.

“Shit,” Reid mutters under his breath, raking a hand through his tousled hair. “That was…unexpected.”

“You think?” I snap, unable to stop the anger from seeping into my voice. This isn’t their fault—not completely, anyway—but I can’t help feeling humiliated by the situation.

Gray gives me a sympathetic look, his warm brown eyes filled with concern. “Hey, it’s okay. She didn’t see anything too explicit.”

Reid speaks up after a long, uncomfortable silence. “We should get going. Gray and I have practice in an hour, and we can’t be late. Besides, the sooner we leave this place, the better.”

“Agreed.” Gray nods, grabbing a few paper towels to help clean up the mess we made.

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