I wasn’t sure how to explain the fact that I had three guys sleeping in my bed. Then, after thinking about that, yesterday’s events came front and center.
Guns.
Knives.
What the fuck did we keep getting ourselves into?
Last night we got lucky—extremely lucky. I turned to the side, and Grayson’s chest was falling and rising softly. It was cute how subconsciously we had kept space on his leg where he had gotten the graze.
Slowly, I made my way out of their hold. I needed to pee and then check to see if my dad was home so I could somehow try to explain that what was going on upstairs was something other than an orgy. We had not gotten to the orgy part of whatever it was that we were doing. A damn shame, if I was being honest.
After much consideration and talking to the Ava committee, we had come to a conclusion, and I was okay with being with all of them. I wanted them to be my boyfriends, and for them to call each other boyfriends. It was kind of cute—progressive, even.
“Dad?” I called out from the hall. “Daddy?”
No answer.
I walked up to his room, and the bed was unmade. I scrunched up my nose. It was a nasty habit that my dad never outgrew. Okay, so he was most likely at work. I made my way downstairs, and yep, no sign of my dad other than the coffeepot still being warm.
Once I made sure the door was locked, I ran upstairs.
Truth be told, I was horny.
If there was ever a time to not be horny, it would probably be the day after a stalker was creeping through the window at you and one of your boyfriends and shooting another. Alas, my girl didn’t seem to get that memo.
This was Cruz’s fault. He had gotten me so worked up that all I could think about was the fact that Gray and Micah were watching. I hadn’t really cared about our stalker problem. My release had been short-lived because Micah had come back with an unconscious Grayson. Any satisfaction I had felt then drained once I saw the blood that stained his leg.
So yeah, now I had three people in my bed who could take care of my little problem. Slowly, I pushed my door open so I wouldn’t wake the guys up with the creaking of the door. Either the door was no problem, or Micah and Gray were in their own little world.
Since they were in their own little world, I took a moment to take it in, and waited, but no, there wasn’t a jealous bone in my body as I watched them wrapped around each other.
Micah was resting his head on Gray’s arm. His body was turned toward him, careful not to add pressure to his wound. One of his hands was under Grayson’s head, and the other cupped his cheek as they kissed.
The kiss was between two people glad the other was alive. It was slow, intense, filled with yearning for a tomorrow not being promised.
I closed the door and leaned against it, aware that the longer they kissed, the damper I grew between my legs. I didn’t even notice when I crossed the room to them, trying to get some relief, nor when I whimpered, but it was loud enough that it broke both boys from their kiss. The intensity they had shared with each other was now on me.
I could get high from the way they stared at me.
Grayson was the one who broke the silence. His voice was low and sexy on a given day, but now, having just woken up and being already turned on by Micah, it almost made my knees buckle. “Are you turned on, baby?”
All I could do was nod.
They each scooted back, leaving some room in the middle for me. Micah turned to look back at where Cruz still lay peacefully sleeping, while Grayson motioned for me to come join them.
“Drop the bottoms,” Gray ordered.
I’d never followed directions as fast as I did in that moment.
My heart sped up in anticipation with each step I took toward the bed. The bed dipped as I crawled my way between them. They shifted side by side, both their legs a bit parted, and the only way I would fit between them was if I straddled both of them. Before straddling them both, I double-checked that I wouldn’t hurt Grayson’s injured leg. One of my legs was overGray’s thigh, and the other over Micah’s. As hot as it was, it also felt empty. There was nothing directly under me to grind on.
“Did Martinez not take care of you properly?” Grayson teased.
I let out a needy whine when I shifted and felt no relief.
This made Grayson grin. He put one hand behind his head, and the other came to my waist. He just put enough pressure on me to make me feel his presence. Micah used one of his free hands to start running slow circles on my knee. I couldn’t help the shiver that spread through my body. A small smile graced Micah’s lips as he noticed the goosebumps that covered my skin.
He seemed bolder now than when we were alone.
