Chapter 30 Drew
DREW
Oh god. There’s no way home. And there are no rooms.
But also…I’m stuck here with all three of my men. Something we haven’t addressed all together.
And I have no distractions.
When the Kincaid brothers turn to me, I’m boiling hot under their attention. I redirect. “Good thing I dropped those blankets. When they’re clean, we can pack ourselves on the couches in the office to sleep.”
Adam rumbles behind me, “We can stay at my cabin. It’s only a quarter mile from here, so bundle up. All of you.”
I’m uneasy, but I don’t argue because at the worst we’ll get some of the unknowns I’ve been worried about, at best…?
The thought makes my toes curl.
Adam takes my elbow and walks me back to my office and dresses me in my coat.
The intimacy of it doubles the tension already drawn tight inside me. He even zips me up.
Staring into those brilliant green eyes, I have so many questions. Or really, just one.
What’s happening right now?
Bracing the back of my neck, he leans in to kiss my forehead. “Ready?”
Swallowing hard, I nod. As ready as I’m ever going to be.
“Good.” He escorts me to his office, grabs his coat, and leads me to the back where Gabe and Greyson are waiting.
Everyone’s attention is on me, and I’m transformed into the awkward teenage girl once more. I don’t know what to do with this. With myself. With them.
Adam opens the door, and the wind whistles into the back hallway, nipping at my ankles and nose.
My body locks up from the cold.
But he steps out into it, and I automatically follow, hands stuffed into my pockets as I try to match his footprints in the snow.
He slows, blocking most of the wind from me.
Gabe is close to my back.
I can feel him looming, always protective.
Greyson howls behind his brother, and it cracks a smile across my mouth.
White flurries around us so hard that I can’t tell which way we’re going. I can only hope that Adam knows the way.
Cold bites and swats at my nose.
My feet grow numb in my short boots.
I didn’t come into work prepared for this kind of weather.
Nearly toppling from the wind, my feet slip on the powder, and I’m off my feet.
But I don’t hit the ground, Gabe’s arms have me cradled against his chest.
His cap covers his brows, but the rest of his face is exposed.
I nuzzle myself under his chin and hear his hum of approval.
It takes longer than I expect, but the light from Adam’s porch shines as we stop to be let in.
The shuffle is quick. Lights get flipped on, and we’re closed in. And it’s blissfully no longer windy.
It takes Gabe long seconds to release me, and I wobble on my feet. The four of us are completely alone. No interruptions.
Hands brace my shoulders, and I look up at Gabe’s golden-brown eyes.
“You okay?”
“Yep.” My voice is small, and so is his smile.
Jackets and boots come off at the door before we’re ushered a little further into Adam’s cabin.
The heater whirrs to combat the cold and the silence. I don’t get much of a look at the interior, other than noting it’s made of the same wood as the Lodge.
“It’s about time we have this conversation, princess.” Adam’s behind me again.
“Ooo,” Greyson singsongs, breaking a little of the tension by making me laugh.
Adam’s fingers glide up my spine, making me bite my lip. “This is serious. Because the way I feel about you is intense. And I don’t seem to be the only one.”
Gabe tucks a knuckle under my chin to meet his gaze. He takes a half step to the side to let Greyson join the circle around me.
“You’re pretty special, firecracker.”
I make a face at him, but it dissolves into a smile.
“We’ve already had this conversation amongst ourselves, but we need to confirm this with you.” Adam’s rumble against my back has me shivering.
They’ve talked…about me? About…sharing me?
“Confirm what?” My voice squeaks, and heat burns in my cheeks. I peek over my shoulder at Adam, and a slow grin curls on his mouth.
His hands find my hips and tugs me back against him, his erection evident against my ass. “That we all want you.”
“That none of us want to risk losing you,” Greyson adds.
“If it takes all three of us to convince you to stay, that’s what we’re going to do. Convince you. Together.” Gabe takes my hand, squeezing it gently.
“So, what do you say, princess? You’ve got three suitors to woo you.”
My mouth goes dry.
“To woo me,” I echo, the words trembling between disbelief and something far more dangerous.
Gabe’s thumb strokes the inside of my wrist, steady and slow, grounding me even as my pulse races.
“We mean it, Drew. No more running. No more pretending this isn’t happening.”
Adam’s breath ghosts over my neck, warm and steady. “We’ll take our time. You tell us what you want.”
I should say something—anything—but my brain’s short-circuited.
The room feels too small, the air too thick with the weight of them.
Greyson’s grin softens. “You don’t have to choose tonight. You just have to let us in.”
I open my mouth, but all that comes out is a shaky breath. “I don’t even know where to start.”
Adam’s voice dips low behind me. “Start here.”
His hand slides up my waist, slow enough that I could stop him—but I don’t. Gabe’s hand tightens around mine.
Greyson moves closer, his heat brushing my side.
Three sets of eyes, one question hanging in the air.
I should step away.
I should make a joke, diffuse this before it swallows me whole.
But I can’t.
Not with the way Gabe’s thumb is tracing slow circles on the inside of my wrist, not with Greyson’s gaze dropping to my mouth like he’s already imagining how I taste.
And not with Adam’s heartbeat thudding steady against my spine, anchoring me in place.
“Not running,” I whisper.
Adam exhales like he’s been holding his breath for hours. “Good.”
He turns me in his arms, and for one suspended heartbeat, we just look at each other.
His too-confident smirk back in its rightful place.
Then, his mouth is on mine—hungry, possessive, the kind of kiss that burns away any thought of escape.
When he finally breaks away, I’m dizzy, lips tingling, heart racing.
Gabe catches my chin, tipping my face toward him. “My turn.”
Pressing his lips to mine, his kiss is gentler but no less devastating.
Somewhere behind us, Greyson laughs under his breath, that cocky little sound that says he’s next.
And just like that—there’s no more talk, no more pretending this wasn’t inevitable.
The storm outside rages, and inside it’s about to do the same.
I’m in Greyson’s grip, his deft hands drawing my sweater up and over my head before I have time to process.
The flimsy tank top does nothing to hide how my nipples harden.
My body is swarming with heat, even as the chill in the room tries to keep me grounded.
More hands find my skin, swooping under the hem of my tank to peel it off me next.
Adam’s at my back again, his mouth creating a path of desire along my neck.
Greyson squeezes one breast in his palm and kisses me again, swallowing the small moan I can’t seem to hold back.
Adams slides up to cover my other breast, drawing his thumb over my nipple through the thin fabric of my bra.
Fingers unclasp the button of my slacks and slide under the fabric to stroke me over my underwear.
I moan into Greyson’s mouth again, my body responding to the overwhelm like I’m made for this. To be handled and pleased by three men. If the teenage version of me knew this was in our future, she’d be completely freaking out.
Those teasing fingers draw my panties to the side and tease my entrance.
Adam’s teeth find a sensitive spot to bite down on.
Greyson’s hand tightens in my hair, tongue dueling with mine.
And a finger sinks into my core.
I’m on fire.
My hips are shifting forward, seeking more.
Always more.
God, they’re going to make me come in record time.
A second finger joins the first, and I’m grinding against someone’s palm.
I can’t even tell who’s touching me, and that rockets my pleasure up tenfold.
The three of them are everywhere.
My bra falls from me, I notice as an afterthought, because the gentle graze of rough skin against mine is too much.
A mouth surrounds my right nipple.
It must be Gabe because Adam’s mouth is still sucking on my neck, and Greyson has me locked into his kiss like a man fighting to stay afloat.
I am, too, but I’m sinking faster than I can comprehend.
God, I’m so close.
The slight press of Gabe’s teeth shoves me over that edge, and my cry is only half muffled by Greyson before he pulls away.
I blink back to reality, fingers still working me as I slowly lose control over my limbs.
Gabe’s golden eyes are on fire as he peers down at me.
It’s his hand in my pants, and that knowledge ricochets my pleasure back at me.
His touch is so much better than the fantasies I used to harbor of him.
Then he pulls his hand from between my legs and sticks those two slick fingers into his mouth, sucking the taste of me from them with a naughty smile.
Who knew Gabe was so dirty? I never did.
“Time for these to come off, princess.” Adam rumbles from behind me, his erection raging against my ass before he yanks my pants down my hips.
Greyson’s there to take over as Adam holds me up with his body.
Once I’m bear, Adam swings me up in his arms and carries me to an overstuffed couch.
My bare ass hits the soft material as I pull at his shirt.
He abides by my silent request as he peels it overhead, showcasing all his hard, thick muscle and thin layer of salt and pepper chest hair.
I let my touch traipse down the front of his body before I land on his belt.
He meets my gaze and groans, and I wonder what I look like to him.
To Greyson and Gabe.
Like some little vixen here to seduce and destroy them?
It’s what I feel like.
Adam lets me unbuckle his belt this time, sliding it through his slacks with a soft hiss of leather.
It tightens every muscle in my body.
When I work open his fly and finally free his shaft, my hand closes around his cock immediately.
Adam groans low, those bright green eyes have darkened with promise.
He lets me stroke him a few times before his big hands cup my hips and drag me forward.
I barely make the conscious decision to release my hold on him as his erection settles against my swollen folds.
How am I so fucking needy right now?
Insecurity zaps through me, and I turn my head to see where Gabe and Greyson have gone, but Adam tips my face back to his. “They can have their moments with you, but you’re mine right now.”
Nodding, I dig my nails into his shoulder, delighted by the corresponding rumble in his chest.
Fisting himself between us, he shifts back and rubs the head of his cock through my wet folds, notching himself at my entrance.
There’s no hesitation before he’s pushing inside of me. And this time, I have the full view of him entering me.
He’s so big.
I’m surprised he fits even though I know fully well that he will.
Adam cups me legs under my knees, tilting me back against the oversized cushion but not obstructing my view as he pumps himself into me.
Once he’s built a rhythm, he draws my attention back to him with a low whisper.
“You like watching me stretch you open?”
I bite my bottom lip and nod.
“You like to pretend you’re not naughty, but I see that glint in your eyes. You’re excited about being shared, aren’t you?”
Fuck, that zaps me right down to my core, and I tighten around him. It leaves me panting.
“That’s my girl. Let Daddy make you come.” Adam’s hips pick up speed and force.
He’s not keeping this slow like he did last time.
He’s got a point to prove, and I want the full lesson.
The steady beat builds me up fast, and I’m barely able to muffle my moans.
Adam’s thumb comes up to pull my lip from my teeth. “Let us hear you.”
Gathering my legs in one hand, he tilts them to the side and presses them into the cushion, his free hand rubbing over my exposed cheek. His cock finds a shallow rhythm as he grabs and massages my ass.
I jump and yelp when his palm swings down across my flesh.
His palm is there to smooth the sting, but everything inside of me grows warmer.
Adam grunts, plunging deeper for a few strokes before pulling back to spank me again. “Mmm, our princess likes a little discipline. Doesn’t she?”
I nod, watching his hand, waiting for another swat.
His fingers dig in almost to the point of pain, but my pleasure spirals up.
The new smack is almost a surprise, and I arch back, lost in the way he builds my climax with such a simple move.
My core is pulsing. I’m on the edge, and God I want more.
A fourth smack has me squirming.
Then, his thumb shifts, sliding down between my cheeks, rubbing my other hole. I’m surprised by how it multiplies my pleasure.
Adam’s intent, watching my reaction.
When his thumb presses in up to his first knuckle, there’s no way to hold back the moan it yanks from me.
The growl returns to his voice. “Oh, you like that, too, do you?”
I nod. It’s not like I’m an anal virgin.
Nick convinced me to give him everything he wanted, and this was one of them.
But just this little touch is so much more than anything he made me feel.
“That’ll come in handy later.” Not that it keeps Adam from playing with the nerves there, rubbing as he twists me a little more, hips swinging hard until the world goes white.
Then dark as I swim in a plane of bliss that I have no design to find my way out of.