Page 72 of The Triple Play

Griff snorts. “Now who’s being ridiculous.”

Olivia shakes her head with an exasperated sigh. “Am I going to have to referee you two all night?”

I sit upright and face her, taking her hands in mine. “No, Pixie. We’re just being shitheads, but we’ll stop.”

Griff turns her face again so she’s looking at him. “Yeah. Tonight is about you.” He gives me a glance and I nod.

No more words are needed; we both know what we need to do. It’s time to remind Olivia why being with both of us is such a good idea.

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OLIVIA

The air around us might be cold, but I’m plenty warm, sandwiched between two large men. Heck, the heat from their stares alone is warming me up from the inside out. I wish this could be real. That I could give in to the very strong feelings I’m developing for them both, and trust that it’ll be okay.

But this is nothing more than a short-term fantasy. It’s not possible for it to be anything else.

A pang of disappointment lodges in my chest, but I push it away.

I have them both here with me now. That has to be enough.

Denver makes the first move. I’m learning that’s their dynamic as friends. Denver takes the initiative, but soon, Griffin will take over, his calm and steady presence always in control of the situation.

His lips land on my neck, and I shiver.

“Still cold?” Denver murmurs, his breath warm against my skin.

“No,” I whisper, tilting my head to the side to give him room. Griffin takes the invitation, threading his hands in my hair and pulling me in for a deep kiss. Denver’s hands join in, trailing lightly down my arms, raising goose bumps, even underneath the sweater I’m wearing. He comes to the hem and slides his hand under, his palm spanning my stomach with a warm weight.

“We’ll have to get creative so you can keep your clothes on.”

“You’re not afraid of the dark,” Griffin rumbles. “Get under the blankets.”

Denver lifts his head with a wicked-looking grin. “You’re so smart.” He scoots down to the end of the truck bed, then ducks underneath the blankets.

“Oh my god,” I half whimper, half laugh as I feel him slide between my legs. Griffin turns my head back to him again.

“Do you trust us to make you feel good, baby?”

“Yes.”

My answer comes easily and quickly. No doubt, no hesitation.

“Then don’t think about what he might do next. Be here. With me. And just enjoy it.” With that, his lips land on mine again, his tongue tracing the seam of my mouth until I open and take him in. My hands twist around his neck, and he shifts position so that he’s leaning over top of me, pressing me back against the mountain of pillows behind us.

Under the blankets, Denver’s hands come to the waist of my leggings, and he tugs at them.

“Lift your hips,” Griffin growls.

I comply.

Denver pulls my pants all the way off, leaving me bare from the waist down. But with the blankets covering me, no cold air hits me. All I feel is molten heat in my core, and the warmth of Denver’s hands gliding back up my legs, his lips peppering kisses as he goes. Not being able to see him heightens all my other senses. I don’t know where he’ll touch or where he’ll kiss next.

I do know where I hope he goes soon.

Griffin pulls my attention back to him when his big hand cups my breast. I’ve never thought of my chest as an erogenous zone. Not with how small my cup size is. In my limited experience, men have never been that interested in them. But these men? These men seem obsessed with everything about me. Flat chest and all.

Griffin pinches my nipples, somehow finding them through the layers of clothing. He teases them into stiff nubs, and every touch sends zaps of electricity throughout my body. I’m squirming, my focus torn between his kiss and his touch, and Denver’s teasing between my legs.