Page 42 of The Triple Play

I hope I do. I want him to mark me. To leave evidence that this actually happened and it wasn’t all a dream.

Behind me, Denver groans as my hips start to rock with the impact of Griffin’s thrusts. He’s kissing and nipping at my skin, leaving his mark as well, as I feel my orgasm hurtling toward me, and my breath catches. It’s a tide pulling me deeper and deeper until I’m right at the edge of a deep chasm.

Then Griffin thumbs my clit and says three words.

“Come for me.”

I detonate.

I didn’t think of myself as being very vocal during sex. But I can’t stop the cries that come from me as my release washes over me. My body shudders through each wave until I’m spent, trembling and sated. I’m still riding the high when I hear Griffin shout my name, then he falls forward, catching himself on his hands on either side of Denver’s legs. He pushes in once, twice more, then his hips stutter to a standstill and I feel the warmth of him inside me.

Lowering himself on shaky arms, Griffin kisses my shoulder, his upper lip damp with sweat. When he lifts his head, his green eyes are sparkling. “That was incredible.”

I smile and cup his cheek, lifting my head and kissing his lips. “It was.”

A second set of hands lazily run up and down my sides. “Ten outta ten, would recommend. I haven’t shot my load in my shorts in years.”

A laugh bursts out of me as I twist to look at Denver’s face as Griffin pulls out of me.

“Seriously?”

He shrugs and grins. “Seriously. That was fucking hot.” He dips his head and kisses me, his tongue plunging into my mouth before he pulls back and whispers against my lips. “Gimme a few minutes and then it’s my turn, Pixie. I’ve tasted your pussy, but now I need to feel it squeezing my cock.”

I shiver, goose bumps rising along my arms. The thought of going again, having sex with a second man, probably shouldn’t feel as good as it does. But I meant what I told them earlier. I want them both. I don’t want to have to choose between them, no matter how unconventional that might be.

These two men have made me feel incredibly sexy, desirable, wanted. If all I have is this one night with them before we go back to real life, where they’re my brother’s friends and I’m…well, me, then I refuse to spend a single second worrying about what’s right or wrong.

Griffin returns from somewhere, a balled up T-shirt in his hands. He gently wipes it between my legs before tossing it aside and running his hand down my leg to my ankle.

“How’s this feeling?”

I glance down at my foot. It’s swollen, and there’s the beginning of a bruise forming on the side, but when I gently start to move it, the pain is manageable. “Sore, but not terrible.”

Griffin cracks a smile. “That’ll be the endorphins from your orgasm masking the pain. We’ll see how you are in an hour or so.”

“She’ll be in even less pain by then,” Denver announces before wrapping an arm around my waist and hugging me back against his chest.

I giggle, then carefully roll over onto my hands and knees, but then wince when my ankle protests.

“Hey, hey, careful, Liv,” Griffin chides as I lie down on my side. Denver shifts so that he’s on his side facing me, concern etched over his handsome face.

“Yeah, none of that, Pixie. Less pain good, more pain bad.”

I take Griffin’s hand and lace our fingers together, and smile at Denver. “I know. I just wanted to see you.”

A cheeky smile lifts the corners of his lips. “I don’t blame you. I am nice to look at.”

“And so modest,” Griffin adds drolly. He’s sitting behind my back on the bed, our interlaced hands resting in front of me. I feel him move his lips to land on my shoulder. He peppers my skin with soft kisses and my eyes close.

This bubble we’ve created in this loft, in this cabin, in this forest, I know it will burst eventually. But right now, it’s so easy to give in to sensation. To lose myself to their touches, their words. When Denver’s hand drifts down between my legs and he starts to play with me, slipping between my folds and drawing a circle around my still sensitive clit, I can forget everything else. Pretend nothing exists except this moment with them.

Denver wraps his lips around my nipple, sucking softly. His tongue laps at my skin, then he presses a kiss to my other breast. His finger dips inside my core, still wet with Griffin’s release.

I let Griffin ease me onto my back and kiss my forehead, then my nose, then finally, my lips as Denver slides a second finger inside of me.

“So wet, so ready. We’re gonna make a mess of you, Pixie girl.”

“Hold on.” Griffin’s voice takes on a serious note. “Have you told her…”