Page 83 of The Triple Play

I have no idea if he’s talking to me or Griffin, but I make another sound as Griffin plunges in so deep this time, I feel him everywhere.

“That’s our girl. Yes, Pixie. So good. So perfect.” Denver moans as I whimper around his length, feeling him grow thicker.

“You’re ours, baby. Say you feel it, too.” Griffin’s panting, his fingers digging into my hips, hopefully leaving tiny bruises that I’ll wear like badges of honour. I made him come undone, lose control.

“Never gonna let you go, Pix.”

“Never.”

It’s Griffin’s echo of Denver’s vow that has me nearly crying.

I want that. God, I want that. I want to believe that they mean it, that this is more than just the heat of the moment.

My mouth is full of Denver’s cock but I want to release him and scream out their names, promise them that I’m theirs forever if they’ll have me. Tell them all the feelings I’ve been trying to hide and deny from myself.

My orgasm washes over me. Pulling me under, deep. Too deep. I’m drowning in pleasure and panic. Because how? How can this be real?

Denver comes in my mouth, and I swallow as much as I can until I pop off with a gasp, the last of his cum hitting my skin. I hear Griffin groan and then feel the pulse of his release inside of me. I’m full of them, surrounded by them, and yet, I can’t let myself trust in what they’re offering.

Eventually, Griffin pulls out of me and drags me down onto my side before spooning around me. Denver settles on my other side, the expression on his face full of something dangerous.

Love. Hope. Contentment.

Griffin’s lips land on my neck. “How do you feel?”

“Fine.”

Denver’s face is the only one I can see, but I sense Griffin’s body tense up just as Denver’s smile falls.

“Fine?” Denver arches an eyebrow at me. “I don’t like the sound of that. You should be a hell of a lot better than fine. Our girl should always feel incredible.” He leans in to kiss me, and I can’t help it, I flinch. He freezes.

And I know I have to say it.

“I can’t be that. I can’t be your girl,” I whisper brokenly. “It’s not possible. All three of us? It’s too much. Someone would get hurt and I can’t…I can’t do that.”

“It is possible,” Denver insists, and I can hear the frustration clear as day in his voice. “And it’s not too much. It’s perfect. We’re perfect. God, Olivia, please don’t be afraid of this. Of us.”

But my head is already moving back and forth. In denial or in protection, but of what?

My heart or theirs?

I want so desperately to be theirs, but how can I ask them both to be mine?

“Baby, I get that you’re scared. So am I,” Griffin says gently, lifting up onto his elbow. “But Foxxy’s right. What we have is too good to throw away just because we’re scared.”

I can’t look at either of them. My heart is thumping wildly in my chest, my head screaming at me to stop this runaway train.

“I…I just don’t know.”

Denver moves first, rolling to sit at the side of the bed for a second before he snatches up his underwear and pulls them on. Only then does he turn back to me, cupping my chin in his hand, forcing me to look at him.

The pain I see etched across his handsome face damn near breaks me.

“I hear you, Pix. We’ll give you space, but know that’s the last fucking thing I want to do right now. When you’re ready to admit this is real, we’ll be waiting.”

He drops my chin and pivots on his heel, only to scoop up his clothes and leave my room.

Griffin’s lips land softly on the back of my head, and I hear him sigh. “If you really want space, we’ll give it to you, baby. We’ll give you anything you want.”