Page 147 of Not A Whisper

I mimic his sigh before I switch directions, “How areyoudoing? You know, with everything.”

Physically, Grant wasn’t touched last night, but when he pulled that trigger, I know it left a mark on him. I’ll always remember hitting Joey with my car and moving his body and the widening of Danny's eyes when I shot him in the head and all of Woody’s blood that stained the white snow around his car and around the well… I know what it's like to inspire death.

Grant’s mouth presses into a tight line and something dark flashes in the depths of his handsome auburn eyes.

“I dreamed about Garry dying countless times, but I neverthought thatI’d…” His voice trails off, his jaw ticking. He sucks in a deep breath and pushes on, “I don’t regret it. It feelsgoodknowing he’s gone.”

I nod. I can understand that relief.

It’sa whole thirty-six hours later when I’m discharged.

It’s another two before I can shower and climb into my own bed. By the time my head hits the pillow, I’m out like a light.

When I wake, I feel strangely refreshed. My body feels a little stiff, as if I hadn’t moved in a long time, but my mind feels awake. Gingerly, I try to move but find myself pinned between two bodies and under the covers. Confused, I sit up as best I can. Surrounded on either side of me are Grant, Jason, and Trip. Somehow, they’ve all managed to find a place to sleep on my queen size mattress.

Trip lays beside me, on top of the covers and shirtless. The tattoos on his chest expand and contract with each deep breath. On the other side of him, practically hanging off the mattress, Jason has wrapped himself up under the covers. On my other side, Grant has pulled the sheets up just enough to cover his lower half, his bare back exposed to the room.

My heart swells as I smile down at them.

Slowly, I lay back down and turn to lay on my side to face Grant. Sound asleep, the sharp features of his face have softened some. His mouth is relaxed, and the skin between his eyes is smooth. There's no contempt, secrets, or defiance in his expression, making him look younger and almost innocent.

Maybe it’s not sleep that has him so relaxed. Could it be due, in part, to the fact that he no longer has his father’s tyranny to face?

I reach out and trace, just above his skin, the lines of hisface. When I'm done, I sigh and roll over. My mouth stretches into a grin as I listen to Jason’s soft snores on the other side of the bed. Most of them are light, but occasionally he'll drag in a hard hit of air. My giggles shake my body and bed, but no one seems bothered by the movements. Are they this heavy of sleepers? What else won't they be bothered by?

On the tail end of that thought, my lips curl up into a mischievous smile.

Carefully, I wiggle free of the covers then carefully scoot down toward the foot of the bed. I stop halfway and peer down at Trip, eyeing his pajama bottoms. Do they have a slit that I can...? Yes! Grinning, I crawl between his legs, careful not to jostle the bed too much. When I'm nestled between them, lying flat on my stomach, I reach between the slit and pull free his soft dick.

He doesn’t stir.

I take Trip into my mouth, carefully closing my lips around him, then sucking gently. My tongue teases the tip of his dick before sliding beneath it and coaxing it alive. It doesn't take much. As he grows in my mouth, I revel in the control I have. My nipples harden and I can feel my panties growing damp.

Trip’s breath hitches before returning back to its deep breathing. My head bobs down his length lazily. Saliva drips from my mouth, soaking the crotch of his pajama bottoms. I trace the veins that wrap around his length, my tongue hardly touching him as I do. Occasionally, I take him deep into my throat where I simply hold him.

Fuck, this is hot. Doing whatever I want with him? Would he wake up if I replaced my mouth with my pussy? The thought invigorates me. Spurred on by the exciting prospect, I work my panties off, which is difficult with the thick bandages around my fingers, but I make it work. When they're gone, I carefully crawl up his body and position myself just aboveTrip’s erection. Trip groans softly and his eyes crack halfway open. The sleep in his eyes doesn't have time to be blinked away as I slowly impale myself with his cock.

His heavy groan echoes mine as he stretches me from the inside out. I sit myself completely on him and savor the way my body naturally clenches around him. Trip lets out a heavy sigh and lifts his hips.

"Dollface, I'm not going to last," he gasps softly, his voice heavy with sleep. His eyes squeeze shut as if he’s in pain. "You feel like heaven."

My body shakes with laughter.Idid this. I've brought Trip to the precipice, and it'll be me that sends him over the edge with him barely the wiser. I lift my hips and drag my body back up. My pussy flutters around him. Trip’s eyes open halfway as he watches while I lower myself back down onto him. When I slide back up his hard length, he bites his bottom lip. His hands come to my hips and force me back down his cock.

Trip finds his release with a loud gasp that twists into a hearty moan.

His dick jerks inside of me, cum splashes upward. It's nearly enough to tip me over the edge, but not quite. As I ride Trip through his orgasm, Grant lifts his head off his pillow and he watches us. Our eyes meet as I slow to a stop.

"You're beautiful, dollface," he mutters before rolling onto his back, allowing what little of the comforter that was covering his naked body to fall away. He sits up, slowly. My face flames hot at the unexpected compliment. He offers me his hand. "Come here."

“No, lay down with me,” Jason pouts, reaching up to attempt to drag me off Trip on my other side. As tempting as it is to cuddle with Jason, Grant’s stiff cock juts temptingly from between his legs. Given I haven’t finished yet, Grant's offer is much more appealing.

With a giggle, I duck under Jason's arms and roll off Trip’s body.

"Traitor..." he groans as he drags the covers back up his body and his eyes flutter shut.

I'm pretty sure Jason’s sound asleep again by the time Grant's fingers wrap around my wrist and he pulls me to him. As Grant drags me into his lap, I lean down and capture his mouth, taking him by surprise. My hands dive into his disheveled hair, and I rake my bandaged fingers across his scalp. Grant's pleased hum vibrates through me. His hands land on my sides. They move upward, hiking up the thin tank top I'd put on the night before.

We break our kiss only so he can pull it over my head. While it's tossed away, Grant leans forward and takes as much of my breast as he can into his mouth. His tongue teases my nipple, and he sucks hard. I shift on his lap to straddle him and groan when my clit finds his erection. Grant grunts and pulls away from my breast. His gaze is hungry as he looks up at me.

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