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Gray’s lips leave mine for a second, and he looks at both of his friends. My mind is too splintered to read the expression on his face, but I don’t want him to kick them out. I’m not sure I could handle it in this moment if he does.
I need them here. I don’t even know why, but I need them all here.
So I seal Gray’s mouth shut by pressing my lips to his again, dragging his attention back to me.
It works.
He kisses the fuck out of me, fingers delving into my hair as he plunges his tongue into my mouth.
Declan and Elias both have their hands on me too, and it’s exactly what I need right now. It’s an escape from every shitty thing that’s ever happened to me, an escape from reality.
Because there’s no way this is real, right?
How could it be? In real life, these men are my enemies. Not my best source of comfort.
Heat burns under my skin, and even though I think Declan and Elias are trying to keep their touches soothing and even platonic, that’s not how any of it feels. Every brush of their fingertips elicits a rush of sensation, and I find myself shifting restlessly between the three of them, desperate for more.
I get what I want.
As they watch my response, I can feel the atmosphere shift around all of us. The hands on me become rougher and more possessive, sliding beneath my shirt and kneading my ass through my pants. I respond by kissing Gray harder, moaning into his mouth. He’s getting hard, and I grind against his stiffening cock. My mind might still be half-lost in a fog, but my body has no fucking problem at all demanding what it wants.
“Jesus.” Gray breaks the seal of our lips, pressing small kisses to my jaw and corners of my mouth as he breathes hard. “What do you want, Sparrow? What do you need?”
If I were more coherent, I might be stunned that Gray “Motherfucking” Eastwood is asking me what I want. That he looks like he’s prepared to give it to me, no matter what it is.
But I’m not really in a place to analyze anything right now. I’m skating on a knife’s edge between pleasure and panic, and I know which side I want to fall toward.
So I turn my head to catch his lips again, then whisper against them, “Make me come. Please.”
“Fuck.”
He grabs my chin, pulling back farther this time to look down at me. His gaze flicks to his two friends again before he hauls me up into his arms. He palms my ass as I wrap my legs around him, then strides toward his bedroom.
Not a word is spoken between the three men, but Declan and Elias are right behind us, and when Gray lays me down on his mattress, they all crawl up onto the bed with me. Then hands are on me again, and now there’s not even a hint of pretense that anything about this is platonic.
Declan’s hands find my breasts, squeezing them together and tweaking my nipples through the fabric of my shirt and bra, and my mouth drops open as I stare up at him.
Fuck, I needed this. I didn’t even know how much until right this minute.
Elias’s hands move over my stomach before delving lower, and Gray skates his palms up my legs. My eyelids are heavy as fuck, weighed down by the sensations coursing through me, and even though I don’t want to look away from the deep brown of Declan’s eyes, I can’t fight it anymore.
Darkness consumes me as my eyelids fall closed.
It’s not the terrifying darkness of an episode or a panic attack though. Instead, I feel like I’m floating, like my body is being carried away by the hungry, demanding hands on me.
And I am being lifted, I realize.
The men are working together to take my clothes off, tugging my shirt over my head and unsnapping my bra, pulling my pants down my legs and slipping off my shoes.
When calloused fingers skim across my lower belly just above the waistband of my underwear, I pinch my bottom lip between my teeth.
“Sparrow.”
Gray’s voice calls me up from the depths of the ecstasy I’m floating in, and I blink my eyes open to find him kneeling between my legs. He slips two fingers into my panties, teasing me with their proximity to my pussy, so close to where I need them.
“Is this what you want?”
His voice is heated, loaded with meaning, and my gaze flicks from him to Declan and Elias. The two other men are settled on either side of me, and Declan’s fingers graze the underside of my bare breast.
