Chapter 24 #2
“Agreed,” Oliver chimes in. “No one’s allowed to do anything until we’ve had our fill of soup and noodles.”
“Fine, fine.” I laugh, holding up my hands in surrender. “I’ll wait.”
Soon, the food gets delivered, and the smell of the Pho fills the kitchen. We gather around the kitchen island, and although the first few bites are taken in a comfortable silence, it doesn’t take long for Misha to break it.
“So,” he starts, a sly grin spreading across his face as he dips a piece of spring roll into the soy sauce. “Who’s going to admit that Grey’s little tracking app stunt was the highlight of the week?”
I almost choke on my noodles as Grey groans, rubbing his hand over his face. “Misha, I swear…”
I already guessed that they talked about what happened this morning when Grey caught up to the guys to tell them about Mr. Donovan and was wondering how we could broach the subject.
Apparently like this.
Misha eyes me as if to gauge if I’m comfortable with the topic, but when I smile at him, he doesn’t miss a beat, his grin widening.
“Hey, I’m just saying that I like that we all have to share our locations with each other now.
I mean, it’s only fair. If you get to know where Amelia is at all times, then I get to know where you are at all times. ”
Oliver leans in closer, a playful glint in his eyes. “And you know what this means, right, Grey?”
Grey narrows his eyes suspiciously. “Enlighten me.”
“It means no more sneaking off to get coffee without us. I’ve got eyes on you now, and I will know when you go to the coffee shop two blocks down without bringing us some.”
Grey narrows his eyes at Oliver, and I laugh, shaking my head. “So basically, we’re all each other’s personal surveillance team now. How very… dystopian.”
“We already are, little miss security feed. But if it means I get to track Grey’s every move and make sure he’s not overworking himself, I’m all for it. Plus, think of the benefits. We’ll never lose each other at conventions again.” Misha shrugs, popping another spring roll into his mouth.
“You go to conventions?” I ask, chuckling.
I didn’t know that was something they enjoyed.
“We go to conventions. You’re part of the crew now, Bug.” Misha smiles, and although I’m not quite sure if that is a thing I’d enjoy either, I very much enjoy feeling the sense of belonging that just crept up.
“Sure, Comic-Con, knight games… it could come in handy. Or when we get lost in the city,” Oliver adds with a nod directed at Misha. “Which, let’s be honest, happens more often than he’d like to admit.”
Misha just shrugs at the jab, and Grey sighs, but he’s laughing now too. “I’m starting to regret some of my life choices.”
“Too late,” I tease, giving him a playful nudge with my elbow. “You did this to yourself, Doctor Donovan.”
Misha raises his bowl in a mock toast. “To transparency, mutual stalking, and ensuring Grey doesn’t pull any more coffee runs without us.”
“To that,” I agree, clinking my chopsticks against his bowl in a makeshift toast. The others join in, and for a moment, the laughter and warmth fill the kitchen, pushing back the shadows of the day.
By the time we finish eating, the mood in the room has completely shifted. Grey looks more relaxed, the tension from the hospital visit having melted away.
Clearing the dishes, Grey glances at the clock. “Do you want to go grab your things now?”
I shake my head at the suggestion. “No, I’d like to relax on the couch for a bit first, if that’s okay?” I ask through a yawn, the long night and exhaustion from the uncertainty catching up with me.
“Sure, Princess.”
We pile onto the couch, and I lean against Oliver, feeling the warmth of his body against mine as he starts stroking my hair. Misha lifts my feet onto his lap while Grey sits down on Oliver’s other side and takes my hand in his. Letting out a contented sigh, I close my eyes.
Surrounded by them, I feel loved, happy, and safe. The words slip out before I can stop them, “I love you.”
“I love you, too,” they reply in unison, their voices a soothing chorus.
“I think the beta is over,” I say softly. “I’m ready to launch.”
Oliver stops his movements, prompting me to open my eyes. He leans back to look at me. I meet his gaze, seeing the question there. “You… trust us?”
I smile at him. “I do.”
Misha’s voice is filled with excitement as he asks, “So we’re official?”
Grey snorts. “We’ve always been official, idiot.” He turns to me, his expression serious but soft. “You’ve forgiven us, and you trust us again. No secrets, no hard feelings anymore?”
I nod, feeling my stomach tingle. “We’re good,” I assure them. “More than good. Beta test successful.”
A beat passes in comfortable silence, and then Misha’s hand slides a little higher up my leg over my leggings, his touch light but suggestive. “So,” he starts, seemingly casual. “What happens after a successful beta test?”
Oliver chuckles, his fingers playing with a lock of my hair. “Usually, there’s a celebration,” he teases.
Grey, still holding my hand, leans in, his lips brushing against the shell of my ear as he murmurs, “Or a reward.”
Oh my God.
I giggle, the sound spilling out unexpectedly, thanks to my nerves. I’ve been thinking about having all three of them together since the charity gala ten days ago. And now, I’m sure I am ready to try it, but my stomach erupts with butterflies at the thought.
“That little giggle…” Grey says, his voice dropping an octave. “Is going to get you fucked.”
A spark of challenge ignites within me, and I turn to face him, my tone provoking. “Is that so?”
Grey doesn’t hesitate or hold back as he captures my lips in a heated kiss, his hand releasing mine only to slide into my hair, pulling me closer as his mouth moves against mine with a fierce hunger. The world narrows to the taste of him, the feel of his tongue as it explores my mouth.
But it’s not just Grey. Oliver grips my waist, and his lips trail down the side of my neck, leaving a trail of warmth in their wake. When Grey lets me come up for air, Misha turns my head back, capturing my lips in a kiss of his own, softer but no less intense.
They take turns, each kiss different yet equally passionate, their hands exploring, teasing, and driving me wild. Misha’s fingers skim the edge of my shirt, lifting it just enough to slide his hands underneath, touching the bare skin of my stomach, and I shiver in response.
“You’re wearing too many clothes, Bug,” Misha murmurs against my neck, his hands already pulling at the fabric, eager to rid me of anything that separates us.
Grey’s lips leave mine, but his eyes hold me captive, dark and full of intent. “Are you sure about this?” he asks, seeking confirmation.
I nod, breathless but certain. “So damn sure.”
That’s all the encouragement they need. In an instant, the energy shifts, and hands are everywhere, peeling away clothing, touching, exploring, and claiming every inch of me.
In a blur of movement, we’re all naked on the couch, and I find myself pressed between them, each one taking turns to taste my lips, to leave their mark on my skin.
Oliver pulls me back against his chest, and Grey follows, kissing his way up the inside of my thighs. His hands are firm, his lips hot, while Oliver’s touch is more deliberate, calculated in its intent as he glides his finger down my throat.
The room fills with the sounds of our breaths, our whispers, and the occasional moan that escapes my lips.
Their hands are on me, each touch a heated caress.
Grey’s are on my hips, pulling me closer.
Oliver’s are in my hair, tilting my head to meet his lips again, and Misha’s, oh God, Misha’s hands are everywhere, exploring the swell of my breasts, my nipples, drawing soft gasps from me as he finds every sensitive spot.
It’s a sensory overload I can’t get enough of, leaving me writhing in pleasure.
Grey’s breath is hot against my inner thigh, the anticipation building within me, a tide of warmth and longing that threatens to sweep me away. “Relax, baby,” he murmurs, his voice a low rumble that sends shivers through the core of me while his fingers trace light, teasing patterns on my skin.
I lean against Oliver, his chest a steadfast anchor in the sea of sensation that Grey’s touch stirs within me.
Oliver’s hands roam over my body with tender reverence, caressing my breasts, teasing my nipples into hard peaks that ache for more of his touch.
His lips find the sensitive spot where my neck meets my shoulder, and I moan as he nips and sucks at the skin, each pull echoing in the deepest parts of me.
Misha stands beside the couch, his eyes dark with desire as he watches us. I reach out for him, my fingers wrapping around the hard length of his cock. He groans at my touch, his hips jerking forward instinctively.
Grey’s tongue finally makes contact, and a jolt of pleasure shoots through me.
I gasp, my fingers tightening around Misha as Grey explores me with expert precision, his tongue circling my clit, teasing and flicking with maddening skill.
My hips buck as he slides his fingers inside me, filling me, stretching me in the most exquisite way.
I stroke Misha slowly, my hand moving in time with Grey’s masterful tongue between my legs.
Oliver’s hands continue their exploration, sliding down my stomach to join Grey’s, his fingers finding my clit, rubbing in time with Grey’s tongue, the dual sensations overwhelming me, pushing me closer to the brink. I cry out at the intense sensation, my body a live wire under their touch.
“You’re so beautiful like this,” Misha whispers, his voice strained as I continue to stroke him. “So responsive, so perfect.”
I lose myself in the sensation, in the overwhelming pleasure of being surrounded by them, loved by them. Each kiss, each touch is a declaration of their desire, their affection, and I feel it all, down to my very core.