Page 19 of Three Reasons

Callan watches Eli lavish me with attention. His eyes turn feral with his own need, and I no longer have to worry about what he’s thinking. It’s easy to see why they enjoy sharing a woman, now. Not only will their double assault enhance my pleasure, but watching them get off on their voyeuristic tendencies gets my panties damp at a rapid pace. I can see how affected Callan is by watching his friend enjoy my body.

Getting to his feet, Callan takes a long drink of his beer before putting the empty bottle on the step. “Did you know…”—I attempt to pay attention to his words, but Eli’s hand does wicked things under my shirt, stealing my concentration and working me into a frenzy—“…as soon as we walked into your shop, I knew you were going to be a game changer.” His husky voice holds me captive. “From the first time you told me off, I accepted that I was done for. I was a goner for you.” My heart explodes with delight at the undeniable promise in his voice, and it’s practically my undoing as he walks closer again. Eli gently releases me, stepping back so Callan has my full attention. “After tonight, Gray…after you give yourself to us, there’s no turning back. You’re ours.” Rubbing my thighs together as his intense gaze strokes my body like a lover’s touch, I can hardly wait to feel his hands on me. “And Gray…” I meet his intense gaze. “That means we’re yours, as well.”

My smile probably blinds him with its delight. To know they want me as intensely as I do them has wiped away all my doubts and insecurities. To know they want to give themselves to me with the same abandon is a heady sensation I don’t think I’llever get over. Nodding my head vigorously, Callan swoops down and claims my lips in a soft kiss. A slow caress of two people discovering each other for the first time and recognizing they have forever to explore more.

Shivering as Eli touches me again, his hand travels under my shirt, and his fingertips lightly caress my taught nipples. I’m sure he feels the stiff peaks through my bra, begging for more of his attention.

A continuous rush of hunger rolls through my body like waves as they devour me in the best way they know how. It isn’t long beforekissing and touching aren’t enough; I need more with them. To enjoy their heated skin on mine. I crave the untamed connection created by joining our bodies for the first time.

“Inside,” Eli growls as Callan sucks on my tongue, making me whimper.

Dutifully, I follow their lead through the darkened house. Up a set of carpeted stairs, three doors down the hallway, and into an enormous main bedroom. A California King bed is set prominently in the middle of the room. Large, covered windows emphasize it on either side of the headboard, with a bench resting at the foot of it.

“Wow.” I’m rendered speechless by its sheer beauty. The walls are painted a deep blue, with the exception of the wall behind the bed; it’s black and stands out from the rest. The linens match the blue wall colour, and the pillows are piled high, appearing very inviting. This is a room I could easily come to love, with the amount of space and what looks like a walk-in closet and a bathroom suite. “This is stunning,” I say as I stop gazing around and find them both watching me.

“You are,” Callan groans. His head is tilted to the side, eyeing me up like a wolf ready to pounce on their prey. I so want to be hunted by them.

Eli

The wonder on Gray’s face is intoxicating. When we bought the house, we knew this would be the room we’d share as a throuple. No woman has ever been in here before, so everything is brand new and in pristine condition.

Seeing Gray in this surrounding, I’m glad we opted for the darker colours. With the shade of her hair and knowing a little more about her, I think it suits her ten times better than we anticipated when decorating. Her smooth, light skin lying nude on the blue linens will be beautiful.

Standing side by side, we study her as she soaks in the room, for the moment ignoring us. Which brings up concern from nowhere. Now that she’s alone with us for the first time, withno possibility of interruption, will she choose to stay or run? I’m not quite sure how either of us would handle that kind of rejection when we’re so emotionally deep in the hole already.

And so, I wait. Holding my breath in a mixture of fear and eagerness until she finally turns to us. In her beautiful eyes, I glimpse a bright and profound longing shining from thevery depths of her soul. Her yearning for what we offer is an aphrodisiac that supersedes all else.

Cal and I share a look of approval before removing our shirts and tossing them to the floor. Gray’s head shifts slowly fromside to side as she takes us in, unsure where to look first. A burst of laughter falls free, and we step closer.

“Eyes here, sugar,” Callan coaxes her as I finish stripping off my clothes.

Circling behind her, I take one of her hands and squeeze lightly as Cal grabs the hem of her shirt after unclipping her suspenders. I grip the waist of her bottoms, and together, we remove Gray’s clothes before she has the chance to become shy.

She’s all fire when in her comfort zone, but now she’s in our world, and I have a feeling her lack of experience will make her extremely shy if she gets too into her own head.

“Damn, Gray,” I whisper in reverence. I have seen my share of naked women in the past, but none of them hold even the slightest candle to Gray. The barest tan covers her skin, and tattoos in various places stand out like beacons to a lighthouse.

The inked tattoo guns on each shoulder, in an array of colours, indicate more than just her love for art, it highlights her passion for body art specifically. They’re replicas of her essence—dark outlines and shadowing, with bursts of watercolour lifting them off her flesh. I’d wager to bet that Gray doesn’t even realize right here is the heart of her for the world to see and love.

The more skin we expose, the more colourful the art becomes. Flowers dot her arm on a vine from shoulder to wrist, twisting and turning all the way around the limb. With every slow breath and flex of her arm, the petals ripple like a gentle breeze brushing against her body.

“Beautiful,” I whisper at the small of her back as I drop to my knees. Placing a light kiss there, I move lower down her body, nipping and brushing my lips along every piece of new skinI discover. My hands smooth over her dimpled ass, down her supple thighs to finally push her chucks and denim over her feet, leaving her magnificence completely bare for us to devour at any moment.

“Eli.” She moans my name so quietly I almost miss it. An affectionate smile lights my face as I stand and turn her towards me. Her eyes are closed as if she’s waiting for us to do whatever we’d like to her. With my front plastered to hers, Callan slides in from behind after removing his clothes and slips a hand around her waist. I feel them move between us as he cups a breast in each hand.

“Callan.” Gray moans his name with the same need as she did mine, purring as he pulls on her delicate nipples.

“That’s right, sugar,” Callan groans, nibbling on her neck. “Say my name.”

I’m damn near ready to explode, and my best friend wants to tease her into oblivion. Ordinarily, I’d be down with that, but tonight, I want to feel her between us. Need to hear her moaning with pleasure and begging for more. I need her velvety curves tucked between us, knowing she’s safe and cared for.

I finally have perfection in my arms, and I yearn to consolidate that sensation into a power so frenetic it will carry us away into a carnal sereneness unlike anything we’ve felt before. And I can’t do any of that if this fucker insists on teasing her much longer.

Callan

Irecognize the hunger in Eli’s eyes. He’s beyond ready to jump our woman. Deciding to tease him just a little longer, knowing it’ll draw out the other man’s desire, I glide my hand slowly down Gray’s body. I trace the cute curve of her belly button and continue my whisper-soft assault farther south by dipping the tips of my fingers into her silky curls. The heat of her arousal burns me up, and I nearly give up the game I’m playing.

“Fuck,” Eli curses while Gray whimpers as I softly stroke her hard little pearl, and the back of my knuckles caress the length of Eli’s rigid erection. They’re both begging for attention, and I’m all too happy to tease them both. My fingers quickly become soaked in Gray’s dewy cream, and my mouth waters for a taste. With every stroke of my finger and knuckle, they both breathe harder, their arousal piercing the heated air surrounding us.

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