36 - Peyton
PEYTON
I was flipped over. Shoved forward, and bent over the bed in a standing position.
“Peyton…”
Things had changed.
And the shudder of heat rippling through me told me they’d changed in the most awesome possible way.
“You need to understand something.”
Colson’s voice floated down from somewhere behind me. I was face down. Ass up. A strong hand pushed down on my back, arching the length of my body even further.
“You’re not like other girls…”
Warm thighs pressed against the backs of mine. I shivered with pleasure as a face buried itself in my neck.
“In fact, you’re not like anyone we’ve ever met before.”
Colson’s hands were on my hips now. There was no doubt in my mind they belonged there.
“You could’ve fallen apart during this whole thing,” he whispered, bending low so that his lips hovered against my ear. “But not you. You stayed strong. You fought back.”
Four thick fingers sifted their way into my hair. Colson rolled his knuckles, pulling my head back, forcing my chin to the ceiling. My eyes blinked open, and I could see the others.
They stood with their arms folded, watching.
Waiting their turn…
“What you did at the wedding was goddamn beautiful,” Colson breathed. “It was defiant. Pure instinct. We fell in love with you that day. We couldn’t help it.”
His mouth was tantalizingly next to mine. Our lips met in a thunderous kiss, his ham-like fist still tangled in the shimmering blonde reins of my long, flowing hair.
“We’re even more in love with you now,” he hissed.
His other hand had found its way behind me, and I felt three thick fingers drag themselves up and down through my thigh gap. They slid from the top of my ass to the base of my swollen, well-loved button, back and forth, pushing and prodding. I was absolutely drenched. Throbbing. Pulsating…
“You’re fearless,” Colson went on. “Gorgeous. Intelligent…”
His fingers were replaced by something else. Something hard and thick and deliciously insistent.
I shuddered as he dragged it into position and held it there.
“We were afraid to tell you this,” Colson murmured. “It didn’t seem real. But you know what, Peyton?”
I sighed my answer, as if in a dream.
“What?”
“We’re through pretending we’re not in love with you.”
He pushed into me, and my sharp intake of breath ended in a strangled gasp. With his hands on my hips, and the full length of him buried inside me, I felt complete. Like everything was finally right in the world.
I sighed as Colson began fucking me slowly, bouncing me in the direction of the others.
Ripley and Theo were in front of me now, kissing my face, my cheeks, my forehead.
They held me steady while their friend took me from behind, knowing full well how amazing I would feel when it was finally their turn.
“Tell her,” Colson urged.
I looked up at them both, my eyes half-lidded.
“We want you,” mouthed Ripley.
I was so turned on I could barely think straight. Bouncing slowly, forward and back, I smiled at him.
“Seems like you already have me,” I joked. “No?”
“What he’s trying to say is we’ve fallen for you,” Theo explained, gently. “We’re in love with you, Peyton. No matter what happens next, we want you to be ours.”
Ours…
Even drunk with lust, the word made me feel warm all over.
“But I can’t be—”
Ripley shushed me with a kiss on the lips, both gentle and sweet.
“Yes, you can,” he murmured. “Not mine. Not his. Ours. All of us.”
Colson’s hands gripped me even tighter about the hips. He still drove into me, only with slow, deep strokes that gave the others their turn to speak.
“We love you,” Theo reiterated, “and we want you to ourselves. But the only way that works is if we share you, equally, between us all.”
“Share me?”
“Be our girlfriend,” Ripley shrugged, as if he were pointing out the answer to the simplest question in the world.
“Girlfriend.”
“Yes.”
“But—”
“We fought for you, but we’re not going to fight over you,” said Theo. “No jealousy. No bullshit. Just the three of us… and you.”
“The way it has been,” said Ripley.
“The way it should always be,” Colson whispered.
The heat of his breath set the whole right side of my body on fire. My mind was a whirlwind of conflicting thoughts.
Girlfriend.
The word meant nothing, considering our current situation. But what happened if we won? What came afterward, if we beat Donovan and went back to normal lives? And what the hell did ‘normal’ even look like, after something like this?
They love you.
Deep in my chest, my heart raced wildly, fighting for something my brain told me wasn’t remotely possible.
And yet…
I glanced back at Colson, then up at the others. One at a time, I reached out for them. This time, they didn’t swat my hand away.
“Show me how convincingly you can make me yours,” I winked, giving them each a promising squeeze.
Their two thick shafts felt like pistons, pulsing against my open palm.
“And I’ll give you my answer in the morning.”