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Greyson’s gaze remained locked on mine as I stepped closer, our wet bodies pressed together, his breath hot on my skin. He leaned his head back against the cold tiles, exposing the column of his throat — a tacit invitation for me to stake my claim.
“Ghost…” he whispered, his voice barely audible above the sound of the water. “Are you sure about this?”
As I squeezed my throbbing erection, I couldn’t help but let out a low moan. “You want this, don’t you?”
Greyson attempted to maintain his composure, but the lust in his eyes betrayed him. “More than anything,” he whispered, his voice ragged.
“Good,” I replied, my lips brushing against his as I spoke.
Remi, unable to tear her eyes away from the scene before her, bit her lower lip and squirmed in the bathtub. The sight of her desire only fueled my own, and I pressed in closer to Greyson.
“Fuck, Ghost,” he gasped as our mouths met again in a feverish dance. Our bodies pressed together, slick with soap and water, and the heat between us threatened to consume us both.
“Say it, Greyson,” I demanded, my voice low and commanding. “Tell me what you want.”
He hesitated, struggling to maintain control even as his body betrayed him. His chest heaved with anticipation, his eyes shining with a mix of vulnerability and desire. “I want you, Ghost. I want you to fuck me.”
I lay on the end of the bed after putting on a pair of boxers, my rubbery legs dangling over the side. I was exhausted but in the best possible way. Greyson and Remi were still in the bathroom cleaning up, and I had two things on my mind: food and more sex.
Water droplets glistened on Remi’s skin as she sauntered into the bedroom, fresh from her bath, steam still clinging to her body. I watched her movements with a predatory hunger, taking in the way her hips swayed and how her damp hair clung to her neck. She joined me on the bed, lying close enough that I could feel the heat radiating off her.
She turned to look at me with her big brown eyes. “I love that you and Greyson have gotten close. He’s such a good person, Ghost. And he cares about you. About us.” Her lips twisted into a smile. “Even if he can be bossy at times, it looks like you figured out exactly how to deal with that.”
“Bunny,” my voice came out as a low rumble. “You didn’t mind that we did that ... without you?” My heart tightened at the thought of having crossed a boundary, yet I couldn’t keep the memory of our tangled bodies from invading my thoughts.
She bit her lip before answering. “It was a very good show.” A wicked smile spread across her face as she trailed her fingers along my arm. “I’m not gonna lie; it turned me on watching you two.”
Yet, there was something lurking behind her eyes — an insecurity gnawing at her. “I just wonder sometimes if you and Greyson don’t need me,” she admitted softly, vulnerability seeping through her words.
As her confession hung in the air, I felt a pang of guilt for causing her to doubt her place in our lives. I pulled her closer, wrapping my arms around her and pressing my lips to her forehead, wanting to absorb her fears and replace them with reassurance.
“Remi,” I whispered into her damp hair. “I want to be with both of you. You’re everything to me, and so is Greyson.” The truth resonated within me, forming a knot of certainty that I couldn’t deny.
My heart raced as I leaned down to capture her lips in a searing kiss, letting the heat of our connection consume us. I wanted her to feel the depth of my desire, to understand that our bond transcended physical pleasure — it was a connection that weaved its way through our souls, binding us together.
As our lips parted and I gazed into her eyes, I hoped she could see the truth of my words mirrored in my own. This wasn’t just about sex — it was about love, trust, and the raw vulnerability that came from baring ourselves to one another, both physically and emotionally. At that moment, I knew our tangled hearts would forever be intertwined, and nothing could ever change that.
My stomach chose that moment to rumble with hunger. “I think we could both use some food after last night.” I felt her nod against my chest, a slow smile spreading across her lips.
“Definitely,” she agreed, her fingers tracing lazy circles on my skin. “What did you have in mind?” My stomach grumbled in response, making Remi laugh softly.
“Let me see if I can dig something up,” I offered, reluctantly pulling away from the warmth of her body. “You and Greyson can join me in the kitchen when you’re ready.”
“Can I borrow one of your T-shirts?” She sat up, her hand already reaching for the edge of the blanket. The sight of her like that, naked and vulnerable, stirred something inside me, a raw desire that threatened to ignite once more.
“Of course,” I replied, trying to keep my voice steady. “You’re welcome to anything in my closet. Same goes for Greyson.” I hesitated for a moment, then added, “You know you’re always welcome here, right?”
She smiled, her eyes softening with gratitude. “Thanks, Ghost. That means a lot.”
I didn’t bother with a T-shirt for myself as I made my way to the kitchen. I loved the way Remi and Greyson’s eyes roamed over my body.
My thoughts lingered on Remi, the taste of her lips still fresh in my mouth, the way her body felt pressed against mine. The hunger I sought to satisfy went beyond just food — it was a craving for connection, an insatiable need to be close to the people I loved. And with Remi and Greyson by my side, I knew I had found that connection.
I rummaged through my cabinets, searching for food, when the buzzer rang. It was Knox, and I thought about turning him away — hiding my relationship with Remi and Greyson from him, but then I buzzed him up. I wasn’t going to be ashamed of our relationship when it made me so happy. Besides, he said he had breakfast with him.
When I heard his knock at the door, I left the kitchen, tugging at the waistband of my boxers as I made my way to answer it. I had been expecting Knox, but when I swung the door open, surprise filled me as I found both him and Summer standing there.
Summer pretended to shield her eyes from the sight of me. “Come on, Ghost, put on some clothes. Feels like we’re back on the tour bus,” she teased, her eyes traveling down my half-naked frame.
