Page 41 of Bound By Mistake
"Cain," I pant, breaking away from Gray's kiss. "Harder, please." They’ve been so careful with me tonight. Too careful. I’m missing their brutal dominance, even though I understand their need to show different sides of themselves.
Thankfully, Cain obliges, his thrusts becoming more powerful as he drives into me. The sound of skin slapping against skin fills the room, mingling with our breathless moans and gasps.
"Touch yourself for me, sweet Bunny," Cain commands, his voice rough with exertion.
I slide a hand between my body and the pillow, finding my swollen clit and in seconds I’m careening towards the edge once more.
"That's it," Cain encourages. "Come for me. Let me feel you squeezing my cock.”
His words push me over the precipice, and I cry out as intense pleasure washes over me. My inner walls clench around Cain's length, drawing a guttural groan from him as he follows me into ecstasy, spilling deep inside me.
We collapse onto the bed in a tangle of sweaty limbs, breathing heavily. The men surround me, their hands gently caressing my overheated skin as we bask in the afterglow.
As my heartbeat slowly returns to normal, I'm struck by a profound sense of contentment. This feels right. Natural. As if all the pieces of a puzzle I didn't even know I was trying to solve have finally clicked into place.
Erik presses a soft kiss to my temple. "Are you alright, Sierra?" he murmurs, concern evident in his voice.
I nod, a lazy smile spreading across my face. "More than alright," I assure him. "I'm perfect."
Gray chuckles, his chest rumbling against my back. "You certainly are," he agrees, nuzzling into my hair.
We lay tangled together, drifting on a sea of sated satisfaction while we catch our breath and trade soft kisses. As the fog of passion slowly clears, my earlier thoughts float into my mind again and I'm struck by the tenderness in their touches, so different from our frenzied encounters at the cabin. There's an intimacy here that goes beyond the physical, a connection that makes my heart swell.
“What’s going on in that busy mind of yours?” Gray asks softly, brushing a strand of hair from my face.
I smile up at him, snuggling closer and basking in their combined warmth while we reaffirm our connection.
"This feels different," I murmur, my voice husky from exertion as I voice the thought that's been lingering in my mind. "From before, I mean. At the cabin."
Cain nods, his fingers tracing patterns on my hip. "It is different," he agrees. "That weekend... It was pure lust, driven by our darkest fantasies. This..." he pauses, searching for the right words.
"This is real," Erik finishes for him, his voice soft but certain. "What we're building here, with you, Sierra - it's something more."
Gray presses a tender kiss to my shoulder. "We want to explore this connection, if you're willing. To see where it might lead."
My heart flutters at their words. I think back to our dinner earlier, how easily conversation had flowed, how natural it felt to be with them outside the bedroom. And now, lying here in their arms, I feel a sense of rightness I've never experienced before.
"I'd like that," I whisper, a smile spreading across my face. "I want to see where this goes too."
The men exchange pleased looks, and I'm enveloped in a tangle of limbs and gentle kisses. As we drift off to sleep, wrapped in each other's warmth, I can't help but feel that regardless of our inauspicious start, this is the beginning of something extraordinary.
Epilogue
SIERRA
“Where are we going?” I ask again, peering out the window of the SUV, but not recognizing anything. I’ve asked several times now, but none of my men seem inclined to tell me.
It’s been a year since the fateful day we met, so I’m guessing they have some kind of anniversary celebration planned, although personally, I count our time together from the day Gray, Cain and Erik took me out to dinner as the beginning of our relationship.
Men are different though. If there’s one thing the past twelve months have taught me, then it’s that.
Five months ago, they persuaded me to move into the ‘guest’ penthouse of their building, since I’d refused to move in with any one of them. There was no way to do that without playing favorites, which is something I simply can’t do… because there isn’t one. The guest suite is a compromise, and it seemed to beworking, even if the three of them now rarely stay in their own homes. But that’s a future problem.
The SUV takes a sharp turn onto a gravel road, and I feel a flutter of excitement in my stomach. The trees are thicker here, blocking out most of the late afternoon sunlight. It's eerily familiar, and suddenly I know exactly where we're going. "The cabin," I breathe, my heart racing.
Cain, who's driving, catches my eye in the rearview mirror and smiles. "Surprise ruined," he says with a chuckle.
Erik, sitting beside me, takes my hand and squeezes it gently. "We thought it would be fitting to come back here. Where it all began."
