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Losing control went against every fiber of his being, but having the three of them together changed things.
Rider pressed on both of her nipples, withdrew, and then plowed right back in. She broke the kiss with Grayson and dipped her head to the side. To be fair to his friend, he moved a hand to her waist and moved her forward, allowing Grayson to feast on her breasts.
His friend smiled and then sucked on them while Rider continued to drive his cock into her. Wanting more contact, he dropped his chest onto her back and held on for dear life. Nothing in the world was better than being with this woman. How that had happened, he didn’t know, but he wasn’t going to question his good luck.
“Hurry. I’m not sure I can wait much longer,”Grayson telepathed.
“No problem.”
This wasn’t about him—or even Grayson—but rather it was about satisfying Paris. When he increased his speed and kissed her shoulder, she lifted her head and let out a yell that half the motel occupants probably heard. Then she did the unthinkable. She clamped down hard on his cock. That did it. Rider lost control, and euphoria swamped him as he let loose his seed.
Once he finished, he withdrew. After he caught his breath, he hopped off the bed and headed to the bathroom. After washing up, he carried a warm wet towel back to her.
She and Grayson were hugging and kissing. While he could have left them alone, it would send a bad message. He cleaned her up, tossed the towel on the floor, and climbed on to the other side of her.
She rolled over and faced him. “That was nice. Thank you.”
“You’re welcome.”
Grayson tapped her shoulder. “Excuse me, but I’m dying here.”
She chuckled, the sound resonating deep in his chest.
“I can help you with that,” she said.
As if they’d shared many times before, Paris climbed on top of Grayson, took hold of his cock, and slid right on down.
“Fuck, that feels good,” his friend panted.
“Not as good as it feels to me,” she threw back.
Rider was thrilled she enjoyed both of them so much. So as not to hinder her from kissing Grayson, Rider moved behind her where he was able to fondle her breasts. He loved how responsive her nipples were and how Paris would moan when he tweaked each one.
“Hold her still,”Rider telepathed when she lifted up and dropped down, making it hard to kiss her neck.
Grayson did as he requested, which meant Grayson would now be in control. He held her high and then drove into her.
“Yes!” Paris panted as she dropped back her head.
Rider took advantage of the sensitive spot between her neck and shoulder blade. While they needed to have a discussion about mating, mostly because she wanted nothing to do with his kind, he merely dragged a tongue along the skin before kissing her gently.
Her moans were most likely due to what Grayson was doing, but Rider could still enjoy her happiness.
Just then, Grayson’s eyes rolled back in his head as he held her still. His grunt and Paris’ loud moan implied they’d both reached their nirvana.
Grayson lowered his hands, and Paris dropped down onto Grayson’s chest. That was Rider’s cue to roll to the side and flop onto his back.
Now that was some stress reliever.
* * *
As soon as Grayson and Rider left for their exploration of the area next to Harrison Industries, Paris smiled and headed to the shower. Her body tingled and throbbed all over. Having both men together had been magical.
She turned on the shower and then leaned back against the counter. Yes, her ego was flying. Even though she’d made love with Rider before, he claimed he didn't want to mix pleasure with business before heading out, but clearly, he couldn’t resist her. The fact he was willing to share was even more monumental.
The next time she talked to Grayson, she’d have to ask if he was okay with making love to her after Rider. She might suggest a different arrangement the next time.
Once the water warmed, she washed up. It was late, but Liam and Alex would be manning the drone footage. While it might not be evident to her if the men were in trouble, she bet Liam or Alex would be able to sense it somehow.
