Chapter Twenty-OneGrace #2
“To the beach.” I melted between the two of them, my insides going gooey. Oh yes, I’d love to spend a week lying on a beautiful beach with them all day and fucking them all night long.
“Absolutely.” Evan’s lips captured mine as he pinned me to Wes’s chest with his body.
“Evan–” Wes started.
“No. Don’t you even dare undermine that breakthrough by apologizing to me. She belongs with us.” Evan kissed me again, punctuating his statement.
“Why? Wes is my alpha. But are you getting it through the bond? I mean, it would be statistically improbable for both of you to be scent matches with me and be together, and could we even?” I frowned, still trying to understand it logically.
Evan rubbed his fingers across my forehead, smoothing out my worried brow. “I don’t care. You sniffed me and practically had a fucking orgasm. Can we take her home now? I need to be the filling in a Wes and Peaches sandwich.”
“Is this a thing we’re going to do?” My heart pounded with anticipation, my legs rubbing together.
“Yes.” Wes buried his face in both our necks. “You two smell delicious together.”
“Filling?” I wasn’t exactly sure what he meant.
“Yep.” Evan rolled us away from Wes, then rolled back, so his back was to Wes’ chest, and I was facing Evan, so he was in the middle. “Like this. I’m the filling.”
“Ooh.” Sure, it might be scandalous compared to what I grew up with, but the idea of being between both, to be loved on all sides, delighted me—and I trusted Wes.
“Do you want to see him knot me? I want to see him knot you. Just like I want my dick deep inside your sweet peachy pussy as you come around me,” Evan added. “Wait, do you know what knotting is?”
“Yes, teenage dream Wes showed me.” I gave Wes a bashful look.
Wes leaned over and kissed me. “We’ll go at your pace, but here, all these things are normal. All love is normal. There’s so much we want to show you.”
My panties got wet at his words. “I want to try.” I looked at Evan. “It’s okay if I sleep with your husband?”
Something I shouldn’t want so much, but did.
“Yep, because I’m going to fuck yours–and you. Is that okay?” Evan ran his body up and down mine, setting every one of my nerves on fire.
“Yes. Can I be the filling sometimes?” I tilted up my head so I could see them.
“Yes. Also, yes, I’ve mentioned to Bren and Jett more than once that I planned on being with you if that was something you wanted and no one objected. Oh, I can’t wait to see you take us.” Evan put his hand on my ass, rubbing it. “Do you like ass-play or do we need to work you up to it?”
“Never tried it. This guy in high school tried to tell me that ass sex didn’t count, but he just sort of wanted to shove it in there.
A lot of my friends back then believed that you were still a virgin if you did only butt stuff.
” I chewed on my lower lip, enjoying the sensation of his touch, this closeness.
“That’s hysterical–and wrong. We’ll start nice and easy.” His lips grazed my ear. “I can’t wait. Anything you don’t like?”
“Mean words, or being too rough, is that still right?” Wes said, positioning us so we were both lying on him. “Anything else?”
I nodded as he stroked us. “Um, I don’t think I can handle being tied up, blindfolded, or spanked.”
“Well, you can do that to me, Peaches,” Evan breathed. “I’m not very experienced with girls, but I will eat that pussy. Do you suck dicks?”
“I wasn’t very good at it.” I gave Wes a coy look, remembering the few things we’d tried in our dreams.
Neither one of us had any experience, and I couldn’t look things up since my parents would know, and I was terrified of asking my friends. Wes, on the other hand, got sex classes in school.
“Evan can teach you.” Wes kissed him on the cheek. “Our safe word is trampoline. The moment someone says it, we all stop. Any of us could say it the moment something isn’t okay–that includes me, okay?”
“Anytime? Any of us? Okay.” I liked that idea, because while I’d like to try everything, I wanted to be able to stop if it was too much.
Wes nodded. “Anytime. Anyone.”
“We have to communicate, right? So all our needs are met?” I added. That’s what the integration person said.
“Yep. Communication, boundaries, we’ll get there. Toys?” Evan asked, hand still on my ass. “That’s how I’m going to get that ass ready for my dick. There are some others I want to try with you, too, at some point.”
“I think so? I’m willing to try.” I nodded as Wes’ hands trailed over my body. “Can I use them on you?” That could be fun.
“Yes.” Evan grinned.
I moaned as Wes’ hands brushed under my right breast and my body bucked. Touch me more.
“That’s it,” Wes whispered. “Come at my touch.”
“Why do we still have our clothes on?” Evan mumbled, his hand stroking my leg.
There was a knock on the door. “Grace?”
“Fuck.” Wes threw a blanket over us.
I squirmed, but he held me tightly.
“Stay. There is nothing wrong with this,” Wes growled.
“Not at all,” Evan replied.
“Come in,” I called, a little breathless, not wanting this to stop.
The nurse came in, but she didn’t seem fazed one bit that all three of us were piled on the bed. “Grace, Hun, we have to get one more scan and some more bloodwork so your sexy men can take you home tomorrow.”
“Oh.” Right. Disappointment shot through me. I was enjoying myself so much.
I flopped on top of Evan and gazed into his brown eyes. “Will you be here when I return?”
So that we could continue where we’d stopped.
“Probably not. I’ll be here tomorrow morning to bring you home, promise.” Evan leaned in and gave me a soft kiss.
“Oh.” I drooped a little at the thought of him leaving. I’d like more of this.
“I’ll be here.” Wes helped me off the bed and gave me a snuggle. “Mr. Hippo will be here too.” He made Mr. Hippo dance.
I laughed and put on my slippers. “Let’s go.”
So I could come right back to Wes.