Chapter 35
thirty-five
GREER
“Stand behind Ivy and add your fingers in with me.” Greer knew that she was going to have to be the one to take control of this situation. Ivy was still too upset to think about that, and she much preferred to be the one who didn’t make decisions anyway. And Lachlan was still far too new to this to know what to do next.
“Like inside her?” Lachlan asked.
“Oh yes.” Greer flicked her fingers against Ivy’s pussy hard just to make a point. Ivy groaned and rocked into her, breathing heavily. “Oh, but first, take her shirt and bra off. I want to see all of her when she comes on us.”
Lachlan hesitated, but after a quick second, she moved to stand behind Ivy. She wrapped her arms around Ivy from behind and started to undo the buttons on her blouse one by one, her fingers straying every once in a while to cop a feel. Greer was so turned on by that. She loved watching Lachlan explore and learn and try something new.
When Ivy was mostly naked, save for the skirt and thong, Lachlan pushed up behind her and ran her fingers over Ivy’s breasts, teasing her nipples, pinching them and pulling them lightly. Ivy gasped in response, moaning. And Greer felt her get wetter.
“She likes that,” Greer said, her lips quirking up into a smile. She wasn’t exactly sure what was happening lately, but the fact that Ivy had been so worked up over Penny had put Greer on the immediate need of trying to help Ivy in whatever way possible. So this was how she was going to do that.
“I like it,” Lachlan answered, dropping a kiss onto Ivy’s shoulder and looking directly at Greer. “I like having both of you in my arms.”
Greer hummed her agreement, but that same niggling fear of how long will this last? came back to bite her right then. For now, though, she’d live into these moments and she’d put every ounce of energy she had into them.
“We were just getting started, actually. If you couldn’t tell,” Greer said scissoring her fingers inside Ivy to give her a different sensation. “Add your fingers to mine. I want you to feel just how wet she is for you, because she wasn’t this wet until you walked in here.”
“Oh?” Lachlan seemed pleased by that knowledge. And she trailed her hand down Ivy’s back toward her ass.
“Spank her if you want. She likes it a bit rough sometimes. Isn’t that right?” Greer lifted her hand to curl the stray strands of hair behind Ivy’s ear. “Do you want her to spank you?”
“Yes,” Ivy groaned out the word, pushing her ass closer to Lachlan.
Lachlan took a deep breath and stared at Ivy’s ass before she gave her a little swat. Greer would have laughed if she thought that Lachlan wouldn’t be offended by it, but she didn’t. “Harder, Lachlan. Like you mean it.”
This time, the crack resounded through the air. Ivy moaned, rocking forward onto Greer’s fingers as a surge of wet pooled inside her.
“Just like that,” Greer said.
But Lachlan didn’t spank her again. That was probably too far out of her comfort zone for right now. Greer hummed. “Fingers inside her now.”
Finally, Lachlan slid one finger in right alongside Greer’s. Ivy grunted, and Greer waited for her to get used to the sensation. But she also knew that Ivy could handle more, so she beckoned Lachlan to add in a second finger. When Ivy was finally full, Greer moved her fingers and waited for Lachlan to join in.
Everything was uncoordinated, but Ivy was rocking so hard, her groans were getting louder and whinier by the second. Greer held onto her hip to try and keep her in place, and Lachlan used her free hand to cup Ivy’s breast and tease her there. Ivy cried out, already creaming their fingers a second time. Greer loved how unashamed Ivy was about everything when it came to sex.
Greer hadn’t always been that way, and she knew for a fact that Lachlan wasn’t. She picked Ivy up easily and laid her onto the couch. Immediately she started to pull at the zipper on Ivy’s skirt and her underwear. She had the rest of Ivy’s clothes off, along with her shoes, and had her face in between Ivy’s legs in an instant. She closed her eyes, humming around the flavor as she swallowed Ivy down.
She was vaguely aware of Lachlan undressing and then kneeling down up by Ivy’s head. She could hear them kissing, feel the shift in Ivy’s body as she grasped onto Lachlan’s neck and pulled herself upward slightly. Greer wasn’t wanting to entice Ivy into another orgasm, not yet anyway, but she had wanted to clean her up and taste her. She loved the taste of a woman on her tongue.
Greer pulled back and let Lachlan and Ivy continue. She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and glanced up toward Nathalie’s bedroom. Where was she? Surely, she’d put Alaric to bed at least an hour ago at this point. Greer rubbed her hands up and down her thighs.
While Penny might not be able to watch them here, the fact that she’d watched them at all—that sent shivers down her spine. She was going to have to analyze that later, especially because she suspected that other people were going to watch that video when it came to the actual divorce, if they hadn’t already.
Ivy probably hadn’t thought about that yet.
“Greer?” Lachlan’s voice was gentle as she called Greer back to the moment. “Everything okay?”
“Uh… yeah.” Greer forced a smile to her lips. “I’m fine.”
“She’s not,” Ivy mumbled.
“I know,” Lachlan responded, but she didn’t look away from Greer. She did move to sit on the other side of Greer while Ivy sat up, so they were on either side of her. Greer shivered again, but each of them put a hand on her leg and leaned in.
Greer sighed. She hated that they were getting so good at reading her. She wasn’t used to it. Usually the only person who could manage that was Kam. And she had avoided talking to Kam because of it.
“I want to be with you,” Greer murmured, pressing her hands into her face. She couldn’t look at either one of them. “I do.”
“What’s hurting, Greer?” Lachlan’s voice was so soft when she asked that question, and it nearly ripped Greer apart from head to toe.
“I don’t know.” Greer tried to cover the tears that wanted to erupt, and she managed to do it, just barely. Lachlan dropped a kiss into her hair, and Ivy one onto her shoulder. She breathed in their scents and used that to center herself, Ivy’s flavor still lingering on her tongue. “Something’s missing.”
“I agree,” Ivy whispered. “And I think we all know who that is.”
Greer hummed, but that wasn’t exactly what she was talking about. Nathalie was missing from their little trio right now, but she was talking about more than just that. The sex was wonderful and fantastic, but what she was missing was the heart of everything. The reason why she was wanting to jump into the line of fire for Ivy, why she wanted to protect Lachlan, why she wanted to fight Nathalie every moment she could.
But Greer still didn’t know how to voice that to them. She cared for these women, more than she was supposed to. She was supposed to love their children, but not them, yet she couldn’t stop her heart from wanting what it wanted. She hadn’t lied to Abagail when she said she wouldn’t break up with them. She wasn’t ready to give up on the possibilities yet.
Licking her lips, Greer threw herself backward into the couch and closed her eyes. She held their hands in hers, and she breathed in slowly and deeply. This was what she wanted. It was what she’d always wanted. She’d told Kam for years now that a traditional relationship and marriage wasn’t what she was looking for, and she might just have found it with these three beautiful and wonderful women. The only problem was that she had to stick through it to make sure that this was what they all wanted and that their emotions met their lust.
Right?
“Greer, you’re worrying us,” Lachlan murmured, trying to get Greer’s attention again by touching her cheek lightly.
“Don’t worry about me.” Greer forced a smile to her lips. “Just… love me.”
Ivy’s lips curled upward into a smile, and Lachlan took a bit longer, but she eventually smiled as well. Greer turned to Lachlan first, cupping her cheeks and pulling Lachlan in for a deep kiss. Ivy placed her fingers over Greer’s breasts when she did that. She tweaked Greer’s nipples and pressed kisses to Greer’s neck.
“I think we can do that,” Ivy whispered. “Because we already do.”
Greer’s heart thundered at that confession. She wanted so much more of that, of the feelings, of the moments where they could connect, of the actually talking about what was happening.
Greer turned away from Lachlan and captured Ivy’s lips in a deep kiss. Lachlan didn’t sit there quietly though, she reached behind Greer’s back and unhooked her bra, pulling it away from her along with her shirt. Greer sat up a bit to help. Ivy nipped her lip and was once again teasing her breasts.
This was what Greer wanted, at least for now. It was what they were comfortable giving. Greer parted her legs as Lachlan worked her hand between them, rubbing against Greer through her clothing. Greer rocked her hips up, gasping when Lachlan hit her clit twice back-to-back.
“That feels so gooooood.” Greer reached for Lachlan’s wrist, holding her right where she wanted. “Don’t stop that.”
Lachlan listened, like she always did, rubbing against Greer’s pussy. Ivy continued to tease and kiss and scrape her teeth along Greer’s neck and down her chest. She flicked the tip of her tongue over Greer’s nipple.
“Oh fuck,” Greer moaned, throwing her head back against the couch cushion. She scrunched her face up and held herself as still as possible. She didn’t want to lose physical contact with either one of them. She wanted them to continue to touch her and fuck her until they were done with her. Whether that was tonight, tomorrow, or a few months from now.
“Can I taste you?” Lachlan asked.
Greer loved just how confident she was becoming in all of this. She nodded, breathing slowly. “Yes.”
Lachlan got down on her knees, pulling at Greer’s pants until she had them down to her ankles. Greer continued to push them off along with her shoes. Lachlan didn’t hesitate as she pushed her face in between Greer’s legs and started kissing and sucking her gently. Greer groaned, her eyes fluttering shut as she focused on the sensations, and on the moments that they were sharing together.
Greer stayed planted where she was while Lachlan continued to lick and pleasure her. Ivy moaned right along with Greer. Looking up, Greer found herself staring directly into Nathalie’s deep blue eyes. She gasped, but she held herself still. She said nothing. Nathalie watched, her lip pulled between her teeth and her entire body seeming so rigid.
Just what was Nathalie thinking?
Was this turning her on? Greer suspected it was, but that didn’t mean much either. Was she going to join them or just stare at them in wonder and curiosity? Greer kept her eyes locked on Nathalie’s. Would she touch herself? Would she come in and touch both Ivy and Lachlan? As far as Greer knew, Nathalie hadn’t had sex with either of them yet. Which meant that they would be new explorations for her, and they would be something exciting.
Greer was old news at this point. And yet… Nathalie hadn’t taken her eyes off Greer’s. She continued to watch curiously and quietly from her place on the other side of the coffee table, silently observing everything that was going on in this moment and perhaps what might happen next if she was asked to participate.
Greer put her hand on top of Lachlan’s head, pushing Lachlan deeper into her. She kept her eye contact with Nathalie, not wanting to give up that deep connection. Nathalie might not touch her tonight, but this… this would be enough. Wouldn’t it?
Or did Greer want more?
Well, that wasn’t really a question. She definitely wanted more from each of them. She wanted more play with Ivy, more tenderness with Lachlan, and she wanted to simply explore more with Nathalie. They’d barely gotten started the other night, and she knew there was so much more between them than what there had been that evening.
Greer gasped, and she rocked her hips into Lachlan’s mouth. She could imagine all of them doing this to her—Ivy, Lachlan, Nathalie. They could do it in tandem or they could do it separately. Each had their own style, their own way of going about it, but Greer had no doubt that each one of them had the same purpose and the same goal.
To make Greer feel good.
To give her pleasure.
To receive pleasure in return.
Greer just wanted it to be more than just physical pleasure they were after. She wanted the support and the family—something she’d never really had before. Greer cried out, tightening her grasp in Lachlan’s hair. Ivy moved up, covering Greer’s lips with her own. Greer lost herself in the kiss. She had a hand at the back of Ivy’s head, one against Lachlan’s, and she closed her eyes and simply felt.
The slide of Lachlan’s tongue. The press of Ivy’s body. The heat. The arousal. The pull of her orgasm building up and up and up until she was ready to crash. Greer cried out, hissing when her body finally gave in to everything that was happening to her. She tried to calm herself, to keep herself steady and ready for whatever was going to happen next, for the fact that Nathalie had just watched them—again.
Greer didn’t want Nathalie to be left out. She pulled Lachlan up, pressing her wet lips to Greer’s in a kiss. Ivy gasped as she sat next to Greer, no doubt having just seen Nathalie standing there, watching them. But Lachlan was still in the dark. Greer continued to kiss her, sliding their tongues together, threading her fingers into Lachlan’s hair so that they could stay together locked in a kiss.
One thing settled into Greer’s heart.
She didn’t want to give this up.
Ever.