Page 18 of Three Reasons

“Don’t be so smug.” She swats my chest playfully, cuddling in closer as Eli joins us on the sidewalk. “I’ve been kissed, just not quite so intimately. That sounds so stupid.” She shakes her head, trying to wipe away the thoughts.

“It’s not,” Eli reassures her.

Her sweet smile is filled with pleasure from his words. She slides down my body, taking a deep breath, causing her breasts to heave up and down in a spectacular show of cleavage, making my mouth water.

“Take me home…” she murmurs. Finally opening her eyes, she captures us in a stare so intense I nearly lose my breath. “With you.”

My eyes catch Eli’s, and I see his excitement. This is what we’ve wanted with Gray. For her to choose us, and it seems to be getting easier for her. Trusting us is one thing she’ll never regret.

“Go lock up,” I whisper in her ear, kissing the shell and tapping her ass as she turns around with a squeal.

“You don’t think she’s projecting, do you?” Eli wonders aloud.

“I think even if she is, she’s the one leading the way. We just need to be there to catch her if she falls.” If she changes her mind or doesn’t want what we believe she’s implying, we’ll slow down to a snail’s pace if necessary.

Gray’s comfort and pleasure are our top priorities, and I don’t foresee us doing anything to compromise our positions in her life. We all have so much more to learn about each other, and it’ll come in due time.

Our woman will lead the way, and we’re both happy to allow her that kind of control. So long as everyone is safe, sane, and pleasured, there’s nothing we can’t work through.

Gray

I’m really doing this.

Sitting between Eli and Callan, my body vibrates with the raw hunger they’ve evoked in me. I’ve never felt anything like this, and as I stare at Callan’s hands holding tightly to the steering wheel as he drives, I know it’s because of them.

Any other men and I’d not likely give them the time of day. There’s an elemental urgency in my body to solidify this relationship, and I believe they feel the same way.

Margo’s confession and learning what my family wants from me have made me vulnerable, and I realize that’s helping along with my desire to be with these two. But I feel alive for the first time since turning sixteen, sleeping with my sister’s friend and deciding that I needed to be true to myself in the future.

Over the past year, I’ve felt like I’ve been wandering through life with something missing but not knowing what, and the moment these two friends walked through my shop’s doors, I experienced a buzzing in the air. It was charged and electrifying. Like magnets being forced together, there was no chance of stopping what was about to occur.

From Eli’s first cocky smirk to Callan’s growled words, I knew they were more than met the eye, and as I spend more time with them, I’m not all that mad. Despite them witnessing two of the worst moments of my life, I’m glad it hasn’t scared them off.

My leg begins to bounce with nervous excitement as we turn down a street into an inviting community. I smile as the gate for their driveway opens, displaying a beautiful, quaint two-story home with potted plants on the front porch’s railing. I’m not at all surprised by the well-kept landscaping. Despite the falling snow, I can tell their dying grass was immaculate before the temps began dropping last month.

A beautiful, bevelled glass light next to the front door blazes in warm welcome, leaving me with an overwhelming sense of hearth and home as I absorb the details of where they live. Callan shuts off the truck, and I finally breathe and relax, knowing this is a home that will embrace me with open arms. It’s a lot to expect from a structure, but it’s what I feel.

We sit in silence for a few minutes as I try to take it all in. What’s happening now, what has happened before, and what my being here means. My pulse pounds in my ears like in staccato. A quiver of fear runs up my spine in a moment of questioning myself as they open their doors.

What are you doing, Gray?

That inner voice is almost enough to have me questioning the lust and need overtaking me. My uncertain emotions hammer away, their impact nearly overwhelming. Glancing through the windshield, Eli and Callan stand like two strong sentries, ready to whisk me away. I know they want me to make this choice, not pressure me into doing what they want, but I’m terrified I might need that pressure to get out of this truck.

I keep asking myself the same question on repeat…am I ready for this?The simple answer is yes; the complicated one is I have no idea. How does one know if they’re ready to be withtwo men? Especially two as virile and masculine as the ones in front of me. I want to be, but I’m worried I’m setting us all up for disappointment.

There is so much more at play here than just what I want.What do they want?It could be a quick one and done, and where will that leave me? It’s not the vibe I get from them, but I’ve learned to analyze every possible scenario regarding men. The way these two make me feel is so real, so heavy; it’s hard to believe they feel anything other than what I do.

While I stall, contemplating, overanalyzing, and questioning everything, Eli sits on the porch as Callan opens the front door and goes inside, returning a minute later with two cold bottles of beer and joining Eli on the porch. Their patience is ultimately what gets me out of the truck.

In the dark, I barely decipher their features, but their tension is palpable and nearly suffocating in the chill of the snowy night as they wait for my decision. Taking a deep breath, I close the truck door and begin walking over to them, uncertainty and anticipation guiding every step I take.

“Hi,” I whisper, feeling shyer than when my parents made me attend a debutante ball at fifteen. I remember getting dressed in this beautiful peach-coloured ball gown, wearing the caked-on makeup. Having my wild black hair cut, pulled, and pinned in places it had no business being pinned. I’d barely lasted an hour before faking an illness, and Sally took pity on me and drove me home.

This, however? Giving myself to two men that I’m insanely attracted to…it’s almost more than I can handle. So much more nerve-racking and better in every possible way.

An intense expression holds Callan’s face hostage as he watches me. I can’t tell if it’s anticipation or disappointment with my uncertainty. I’m hoping it’s the latter.

Eli quietly stands and sidles up behind me, wrapping one arm around my waist while the other brings his beer to my lips for a small sip. The bubbly, cold Kokanee slides down my parched throat with ease. Nuzzling his face into the crook of my neck, I purr in satisfaction as he begins peppering me with tender kisses.

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