Page 39 of The Triple Play

I’m unable to form words but my head immediately bobs up and down. My fingers rake into Griffin’s hair as he sucks on the skin between my shoulder and my neck.

“Damn. That’s hotter than it should be.” Denver’s voice is a rasp across my senses.

Griffin lifts his head after pressing one more kiss to my neck. “You okay, Liv?” he rumbles quietly, rubbing a section of my hair between his fingers.

When I nod, his green eyes grow impossibly darker. “Then maybe your next dare should be to kiss Foxxy.”

Something drops in my stomach at the reminder that this is just a game. Just some frivolous, sexy as hell fun.

It’s no stretch to convince myself that’s a good thing. If this is all just fun, I can give in. Let go. Enjoy whatever happens and deal with the messy part later.

I lift my gaze to Denver and lick my lips. He lets out a muffled curse but moves to the other side of me on the couch, his hand coming up to lightly graze my cheek. There’s a sense of wonder in his expression that is at odds with the concept of this just being a game, but I don’t let myself think too hard about why that is. Instead, I lean in closer.

He meets me partway. And where Griffin’s lips were firm and assured, Denver’s are soft and searching. As if he’s feeling me out, wanting to make sure this is what I want.

His moustache tickles my upper lip, making me shiver. The combination of the softer, longer hairs and the roughness of the stubble on the rest of his face is intoxicating. I press in harder, then boldly trace my tongue along the seam of his mouth. He opens to me with a groan.

Griffin’s hands are wrapped around my calves, and at Denver’s sound, he tightens his hold slightly. I pull back, dazed and breathing heavily.

“Wow.”

“Wow, good?” Denver asks.

“Very good.”

A devilish smile curves his lips upward. “Excellent. I think you win this round.”

I choke out a laugh. “I do?”

He tilts his head to the side and pretends to consider his response for a second. “Nah, I think it’s a three-way tie. We all win.” Denver winks, then slowly brings his hands to my waist, his thumb dragging back and forth along the lower hem of my shirt until it dips under and brushes my skin.

I can’t hold back my shiver as I whisper his name. My eyes flutter closed, and then I sense him lean in and kiss the column of my neck. I fumble with my right hand until it lands on Griffin’s strong thigh. He shifts closer, just as Denver pulls back.

“Open your eyes, Pix.”

I blink them open to see Denver staring at me, the heat banked in his gaze. “All jokes aside, I want you to know none of this was planned. Imagined, dreamed of, fantasized about, sure. But not planned. So if at any point you want to stop, just say so and we will. Right, Griff?” Denver’s tone is serious, so at odds with his usual self, it snaps me out of the haze of lust that’s falling over me.

I nod slowly.

Griffin covers my hand that’s still on his leg and gives it a squeeze. “Need your words, Liv. Foxxy’s right, you’re in control. Are you okay with…” He hesitates for just a second. “Being with both of us?”

“Are you?” I ask quietly, finding my voice at last. “This doesn’t feel real. The two of you. And me. I…” I trail off, feeling embarrassed at the thoughts running through my head. I’ve never felt so turned on, so needy. Yet, fast on the heels of that desperate lust comes doubt. How is it possible that both of these men want me?

Is it some magic spell the cabin has woven over them? Is it just a fluke, or circumstance? Is this all still part of the game?

And if it is one of those things, does that change anything?

Would that make me want this, want them, any less?

Griffin tucks some hair behind my ear, letting his hand linger against the side of my neck. “What are you thinking?”

I inhale slowly and turn to face him. “I’m thinking this is totally crazy,” I reply honestly, earning a sharp chuckle from the man in front of me. I twist to look over at Denver. “And I’m not convinced I didn’t hit my head when I fell and am actually in a coma, dreaming all of this. But I want this. I want you. Both of you.”

Denver moves quickly, kneeling on the floor in front of me, his hands wrapping around my waist, fingers digging into my hips as he kisses me deeply. Griffin’s lips find the skin of my neck again, his breath warm, his touch light. My legs are still draped over his, and when he moves, I can feel the unmistakable bulge of his hard cock underneath me.

“Fuck, Pixie,” Denver groans against my lips, his forehead touching mine. He kisses me again. “Your lips feel so goddamn good.”

“So does the rest of her,” Griffin rumbles. His hand is running up and down my thigh, his thumb slowly getting closer to my center with each pass. “Are you this soft everywhere?”