“There sure fuckin’ are,” Tanner groans. His hand lands on my thigh, and I moan when it slides higher. I turn, trembling as I see his still-hard cock throbbing with need.
“There sure are,” I moan softly. I look up into his eyes and grin, and he grins right back.
“I love you, babygirl,” he groans, leaning in to kiss me softly. I feel hands pulling me away, and I turn to sear my lips to Bishop.
“And I love you too,” he growls into my mouth.
When I pull back, my heart is racing, and body is shivering. And I’m eager for so much more.
“I love you both so much,” I whisper.
“So, kitchen? Bedroom? Roof?” Tanner grins.
I giggle. “You pick.”
“Hey, what about me?” Bishop grunts, a fake pout on his lips.
“Aww, poor baby,” I tease. “How about you pick the next?”
“Well, thing is, I already know what I pick every time,” he grins.
“What’s that?”
“You,” they say at the exact same time.
We sink together, until all I know is them, and all they know is me.