Page 80 of Not A Whisper

I pull myself out of his grip and scurry a few feet away. Shaking my head, I take a second to compose myself. When I’ve managed to push down the longing to go to him, I meet his heated gaze.

“I’m also trying to put space between myself and an almost-married man.”

Damn I’m so strong. A small bubble of pride expands in my chest. It pops a second later when I remind myself that resisting a near-married man shouldn’t be difficult in the first place.

“Shit, I forgot about your toiletries,” Jason’s gruff voice, thick with sleep, says from the bed, still laying there unmoving. “You can use my toothbrush, dollie. It’s in the black suitcase.”

“They’reallblack suitcases,” Trip says, his voice clearer than Jason’s, as if he’s been up for a little bit.

I roll my eyes. “I’m not using your toothbrush. I’m sure there’s a drugstore nearby.”

“Hm… I think I saw on the map there was one a block down, to your right when you exit,” Jason says before rolling over and digging his head into the pillow. “Packed you some clothes. They’re in the black—well, in one of those suitcases.”

Oh good, they did pack me clothes.

As I hurry over to the luggage propped up against the wall, I can hear the soft padding of footsteps coming up behind me. Ignoring Grant, I lay the first suitcase down and open it. Yes! I find my stuff on the first try. Familiar attire is folded neatly in piles for me to sort though. I grab the black leggings, pleased Jason thought to bring them. Pulling out a few more things, I go to stand. When I turn around, Grant’s right there.

“Oh!” I scowl when I bump him. “Haven’t you heard of personal sp?—”

“I called it off.” Grant’s jaw clenches tight as he peers down at me. “I called Carmilla yesterday and told her I can’t go through with it. I didn’t tell my dad, but I’m sure by now that Carmilla’s parents told him. That was probably him trying to get a hold of me. He’s been blowing up my phone for the past fifteen minutes.”

Surprise knocks all thoughts from my head, leaving me to simply stand there staring up at him in surprise.

It’s done? He’s no longer engaged?

My heart expands under the enormity of the emotions boiling up within it. The biggest, loudest, and most potent emotion is relief.

He may notloveme, but hewantsme, and for now, that’s enough. A knot forms in my throat, and suddenly my vision starts to blur. Before I can process the action, I throw myself at him, my lips crushing against his. Grant staggers back butmanages to right himself as he catches me by the hips. He kisses me back just as fully.

Someone snorts over by the bed. “Should’ve started with that, man.”

Grant breaks the kiss with a contented sigh. His eyes search my face. “Are we good now?”

I flash him a grin. “More than good. You’re all mine again.”

His answering smirk is crooked and perfect. “Don’t tell me you were jealous. It wasn’t even real.”

There are so many emotions that were inspired by the announcement of his engagement, jealousy certainly being one of them. But they’re all muffled now. Boxed away and ready to never be felt again.

“Not any more jealous than you were when you found out Lance was going to come over for dinner.” I bat my eyes sweetly at him before dropping my arms. With my clothes still in my hands, I head toward the bathroom. “I’m going to get dressed and head out. When I get back, you can tell me what all you have planned for this vacation.”

Ok,so I was gone longer than I intended to be.

But the side trip after the drug store was totally worth it. With a pink neon penis pointing toward the door, how could I not stop at the sex toy shop? The item in my bag is something that’s totally out of my comfort zone, but when I saw it, I knew it was meant for me. While I’m not sure how to use it, the lovely lady behind the counter assured me the lube that came with it and a ton of communication will go a long way.

Hopefully at leastoneof the three guys will like it.

I bite my bottom lip as I approach the hotel room, trying to suppress my excitement. It’s useless, really. Giddy to see theirreactions, I quickly fish out my cardkey and unlock the door. When I step inside, I open my mouth to call for the guys. I close it, however, at the soft sounds of groans that echo through the open space.

The door clicks softly shut behind me.

“—so fucking good.”

Is that Grant’s voice? I kick off my shoes by the door and move further into the room.

“Ah, fuck, I can’t—” Jason’s voice trails off with a heavy pant.

There’s a gentle yet persistent squeaking coming from the direction of the bed. I follow the sound. As I round the corner, I find all three guys together on the bed.

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