Page 96 of The Truths We Seek

Meyer releases me from his gaze and looks to Rory, who nods, and my heart picks up speed.

This might actually happen.

It’s something I’ve thought about. Often. But Meyer has always kept me to himself. Never joined in the fun with the others.

Which is totally fine, and if he doesn’t want to, then we tap out. Totally fine.

But the thought of being manhandled by all three of them.

At once.

Fuck me, I am so wet just thinking about it.

Again.

He turns his attention back to me and starts to unbutton his shirt. “Well then, I guess your birthday request is to be granted.”

My mouth drops open and my nipples tingle with anticipation as his answer begins to sink in.

I barely register Hunter's "Fuck yeah" that whispers across my neck right before he plants a kiss to my pulse point.

"But I have conditions." And... reality slaps me in the face.

"Of course you do." The sass comes from Rory, who's already chucking off his suit jacket and popping off two buttons from his crisp white shirt.

Maybe I'm pushing him too far. Maybe he's not into this. Maybe I should just forget about it. After all, it's not like my body isn't being beautifully slaughtered on the regular.

"We don't have to if you don't—" My words are cut off by Hunter's sudden fist in my hair and his lips at my ear.

"Don't do that. Don't sound defeated, or worse... insecure. Let the man lay out his conditions." He chuckles as he takes my earlobe into his mouth and bites hard enough to make the walls of my pussy clench in immediate reaction. "I have a feeling this is going to be interesting."

It's no surprise that Hunter is all for it. Hell, he's probably hard as a rock just thinking about watching us, watching me getting my pussy pounded like the precious whore I want to be in the bedroom.

"One: I'm in charge." At Meyer's commanding voice, I roll my eyes just as Rory pipes up.

"Shocker."

Hunter laughs at Rory's word, probably because we're all thinking it.

When my eyes dart to Meyer, I smirk at the narrowed glare he sends his best friend, who's kicking off his shoes as he stands near the crackling fireplace.

"Two: for every one of our orgasms, she gets two." Meyers throws me a pointed stare, a smug smirk firmly planted on his lips.

"But that's impossible!" I mean... it could happen? Maybe? But only if they come once each.

Meyer just ignores my protest and continues.

"Three: no sass from you." I almost roll my eyes again but catch myself at the last second. I'd hate for this to end before it even begins just because I can't follow instructions.

"Done, done, and done. Let's get naked." I giggle at Rory, who's practically naked save for his slacks that he's unzipped with his hard-as-fuck cock peeking out of his boxer shorts. Jesus, he's motivated.

"I have a request." This comes from Hunter, who is now unbuttoning his shirt with his heated gaze piercing me.

"Oh, for fuck's sake. Can't we all just fuck and leave the talking for the pillow later?" Again, Rory.

Hunter ignores him and just continues. "I want to watch you both fuck her first. Get myself nice and ready for the grand finale." I frown at his words, turning to face him and not bothering to hide my practically-naked form.

"Grand finale? What am I, a circus show?" There's absolutely no venom behind my words but I think I'm getting all my sass out before we begin and, technically, it's aimed at Hunter so I don't think that counts.

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