Page 73 of The Triple Play

When Denver’s thumb at last grazes my sex, I whimper again. A muffled voice from under the blankets lets out a low moan.

“She’s so fucking wet.”

“Give me a taste, baby,” Griffin says in a voice thick and heavy with lust. He kisses my fingertips after taking hold of my hand, then slides it under the blankets to where Denver takes it and guides my touch to my pussy.

I am drenched. I let Denver lead as he swipes my fingers through my slit. Griffin lifts the blankets slightly as I draw my hand back up, and he grips my wrist, bringing my hand to his mouth. He sucks on my fingers with a rumbling growl.

“Delicious.” He dips his head to kiss me and I get the faintest taste of my own musk from his lips. How is that so hot?

How is everything these men do and say to me so hot?

My hips lift at the sudden feel of Denver’s tongue swiping a strip up my slit. “Oh god,” I gasp. My brain is completely scrambled with everything happening.

Griffin up top, teasing and kissing and whispering more filthy praise into my ears.

Denver settled between my legs, licking, sucking, and tormenting my pussy with his tongue. His thumb traces the crease of my inner thigh, slowly inching closer to where his mouth is connected to my body. Finally, he slowly pushes one finger inside, and I feel my core clamp down on it. But it’s not enough.

“More,” I manage to gasp when I wrench my lips away from Griffin’s kiss. “Your mouth is…” I trail off in another moan.

“I didn’t know I had a praise kink until you, Pix.” Denver lets out a low, heated chuckle. “But goddamn, I do now.” He pushes in a second finger and starts toying with me at a steady pace, twisting and sliding his fingers, grazing my walls. His middle finger presses against my G-spot, and I moan into Griffin’s mouth.

One of my hands flies down to where Denver’s head is under the blankets, pressing his face into my core. The other is held in Griffin’s, squeezing it tightly as my orgasm spirals closer and closer.

When it hits, I’m glad we’re alone out here. I can’t contain my cries of pleasure, and even with Griffin kissing me, I know I’m being loud.

It seems to take a long time for my body to stop quivering through wave upon wave of release, but when I do, I lay limp against Griffin’s side, letting his soothing touch settle me.

“Watching you come undone is incredible, baby.”

I tilt my face into his chest and let out a contented hum as Denver wiggles his way up until he’s level with Griffin and me.

He lies on his side, curled into my body, his hand resting on my stomach. It takes some effort, but I turn to look at him, with what I can only imagine is a dazed smile. “That was…wow.”

He chuckles and kisses my shoulder. “That’s what I was going for.”

There’s something in his expression that makes me pause. And when I turn to look at Griffin, there’s a similar look on his face. It’s an expression I’ve never seen directed at me from a man before.

Affection, connection, and more.

Panic starts to creep in. I can already feel my heart being tugged in two different directions. And the only end result I can picture is all of us torn apart.

I can’t let that happen to them.

“I had a lot of fun tonight.” I force brightness into my voice, slamming a wall around my heart.

I sense Denver freeze first, then Griffin grows tense as well.

“Anyway, I should probably get home to let Trip out soon.” I start to move, only to be stopped by Griffin.

“Wait, Liv.”

I let him pull me back next to him. Denver sits up, and now I feel the weight of both their stares on me. I’m used to studying things under a microscope, but I can’t say I enjoy having that depth of focus on me right now.

“Tonight was…more than fun.” He pauses, his gaze searching. “You know we care about you, right? That we’re both in this. For real.”

My mouth goes dry, and I close my hands into fists to hide the tremor in them.

“Yeah. What’s happening between us, it matters,” Denver says quietly from my other side. “You matter.”