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I eagerly wrap my lips around him again, bringing one hand to the base of his cock.
“Ah, fuck yes, Olivia. Damn.” His head falls back for a second before he looks back down at me. I keep my gaze upward on his handsome face, wanting to see the pleasure I’m bringing him.
And Griffin finally gives me what I need, thrusting all the way in, forcing me to take Denver deeper into my mouth. My eyes water when he bumps the back of my throat, and he shifts his hips back, giving me room to breathe. Only for Griffin to do it again, pulling out and pushing back in, moving me along Denver’s cock.
My core starts to clench rhythmically as I whimper around Denver’s length. I love this. Love feeling so full of them, physically and emotionally. This manifestation of that love is all-encompassing, and as soon as I feel Denver’s cock stiffen in my mouth, the first pulse of him hitting my tongue, I come.
I swallow him down while my heart races, my arms tremble, and my pussy convulses around Griffin’s length. His fingers are digging into my hips, his movements erratic, and seconds later, he’s coming, too.
We collapse in a heap, managing to arrange ourselves so as not to hurt Denver’s arm. I feel sticky and tired, and oh, so very loved.
“I think my soul left my body that time,” Denver pants, lifting his arm to rest it behind his head.
I giggle but can’t find the energy to move, my body so wrung out from all the orgasms last night and now this morning. “Definitely a good way to start the day.”
“What do you say to starting every day like this?” Denver asks with a smirk.
“I’d say I may need a day or two off to recover every now and then,” I tease right back.
Griffin curls himself around me, tugging my hips back to nestle in against his. “How about we just promise to start and end every day together. No matter where we are, I want to be able to say good morning and good night to the woman I love.”
“I like that idea,” I whisper, twisting my head around to smile up at him. “I like it a lot.”
“Good. Because now that we’ve got you, we’re never letting you go,” Denver adds. “Not in a creepy way, just in a you’re-the-love-of-our-life way.”
My heart threatens to melt into a puddle of goo at his words. But a scratch at the bedroom door, followed by a plaintive whine, interrupts the moment.
“Sorry boys, it sounds like the first love of my life is done waiting for my attention.”
I extricate myself from their embrace and climb off the foot of the bed, opening my bedroom door to allow Trip to come bounding in. He jumps up on the bed and goes nuts when he finds the guys there.
“Uh-oh,” I laugh. “I think he’s mad that you keep kicking him out of his place, sleeping in my bed.”
“Trust me, meathead, you would not have wanted to witness what happened in here,” Denver says in a serious voice as I duck into my closet to find some clothes to pull on so I can take the dog out to go to the bathroom. “Hold on, Trip is the first love of your life?”
I walk back in while pulling a sweater over my bare chest. “Well, yeah. He was here first. Besides, didn't I make it clear that I refuse to choose between the two of you?”
Denver flops back on the bed with a groan as Griffin rolls his eyes at him before swinging his legs over the side of my bed. He comes around to meet me, kissing my forehead sweetly.
“I have no problem with the dog coming first. But if he wants to sleep in here with us, we’re going to need a bigger bed.”
“Oh yeah? You think you’re just, what, moving in now?” I say, uncertain if I’m teasing or not.
Griffin cups my face in his two hands, tilting my chin up so he can kiss me properly. “When you’re ready for that, yes.”
Denver climbs out of bed, perhaps sensing this is a conversation he should be a part of. It probably isn’t normal that we’re having this conversation after we just had sex, they’re both still naked, and my dog is currently rolling around in our messed-up sheets. But then again, nothing about the three of us is normal.
“What if I said I’m ready now?” I whisper.
From behind me, Denver’s lips land on my shoulder. “Then I’d say Trip better get used to sharing.”
“And I’ll book a moving truck.” Griffin grins.
Trip’s happy bark seals everything.
EPILOGUE
OLIVIA
