Chapter 32
AVA
The bed was hot and cramped, but I was okay with it. I had someone’s arm slung across my waist, while someone else had their feet crossed through my legs. Judging by the way the sun was already blazing, it had to be closer to noon.
Shit.
My dad.
Then I remembered he hadn’t knocked, and had been staying at the auto shop later and coming in earlier, something about working on a contract deadline.
Okay, good.
I wasn’t sure how to explain the fact that I had three guys sleeping in my bed. Then, after thinking about that, yesterday’s events came front and center.
Guns.
Knives.
What the fuck did we keep getting ourselves into?
Last night we got lucky—extremely lucky. I turned to the side, and Grayson’s chest was falling and rising softly. It was cute how subconsciously we had kept space on his leg where he had gotten the graze.
Slowly, I made my way out of their hold.
I needed to pee and then check to see if my dad was home so I could somehow try to explain that what was going on upstairs was something other than an orgy.
We had not gotten to the orgy part of whatever it was that we were doing. A damn shame, if I was being honest.
After much consideration and talking to the Ava committee, we had come to a conclusion, and I was okay with being with all of them. I wanted them to be my boyfriends, and for them to call each other boyfriends. It was kind of cute—progressive, even.
“Dad?” I called out from the hall. “Daddy?”
No answer.
I walked up to his room, and the bed was unmade. I scrunched up my nose. It was a nasty habit that my dad never outgrew. Okay, so he was most likely at work. I made my way downstairs, and yep, no sign of my dad other than the coffeepot still being warm.
Once I made sure the door was locked, I ran upstairs.
Truth be told, I was horny.
If there was ever a time to not be horny, it would probably be the day after a stalker was creeping through the window at you and one of your boyfriends and shooting another. Alas, my girl didn’t seem to get that memo.
This was Cruz’s fault. He had gotten me so worked up that all I could think about was the fact that Gray and Micah were watching.
I hadn’t really cared about our stalker problem.
My release had been short-lived because Micah had come back with an unconscious Grayson.
Any satisfaction I had felt then drained once I saw the blood that stained his leg.
So yeah, now I had three people in my bed who could take care of my little problem. Slowly, I pushed my door open so I wouldn’t wake the guys up with the creaking of the door. Either the door was no problem, or Micah and Gray were in their own little world.
Since they were in their own little world, I took a moment to take it in, and waited, but no, there wasn’t a jealous bone in my body as I watched them wrapped around each other.
Micah was resting his head on Gray’s arm. His body was turned toward him, careful not to add pressure to his wound. One of his hands was under Grayson’s head, and the other cupped his cheek as they kissed.
The kiss was between two people glad the other was alive. It was slow, intense, filled with yearning for a tomorrow not being promised.
I closed the door and leaned against it, aware that the longer they kissed, the damper I grew between my legs.
I didn’t even notice when I crossed the room to them, trying to get some relief, nor when I whimpered, but it was loud enough that it broke both boys from their kiss.
The intensity they had shared with each other was now on me.
I could get high from the way they stared at me.
Grayson was the one who broke the silence. His voice was low and sexy on a given day, but now, having just woken up and being already turned on by Micah, it almost made my knees buckle. “Are you turned on, baby?”
All I could do was nod.
They each scooted back, leaving some room in the middle for me. Micah turned to look back at where Cruz still lay peacefully sleeping, while Grayson motioned for me to come join them.
“Drop the bottoms,” Gray ordered.
I’d never followed directions as fast as I did in that moment.
My heart sped up in anticipation with each step I took toward the bed.
The bed dipped as I crawled my way between them.
They shifted side by side, both their legs a bit parted, and the only way I would fit between them was if I straddled both of them.
Before straddling them both, I double-checked that I wouldn’t hurt Grayson’s injured leg.
One of my legs was over Gray’s thigh, and the other over Micah’s.
As hot as it was, it also felt empty. There was nothing directly under me to grind on.
“Did Martinez not take care of you properly?” Grayson teased.
I let out a needy whine when I shifted and felt no relief.
This made Grayson grin. He put one hand behind his head, and the other came to my waist. He just put enough pressure on me to make me feel his presence.
Micah used one of his free hands to start running slow circles on my knee.
I couldn’t help the shiver that spread through my body.
A small smile graced Micah’s lips as he noticed the goosebumps that covered my skin.
He seemed bolder now than when we were alone.
“Let’s see how needy she is,” Grayson told Micah. He grabbed the hand that wasn’t holding me and brought it with him to cup me between my legs.
“Shit, baby,” Grayson groaned.
“She’s so wet,” Micah added.
It was so hot to watch them talk about me as if I wasn’t even there, and having them work together like this was sexy as hell.
I couldn’t help grinding down into their hands.
“You think you could come like this?” Micah asked.
“Need more,” I gasped.
They moved in sync. Micah’s hand slid back toward my ass and squeezed while Grayson inserted one finger inside of me.
Fuck.
I moved my hips so I could take Grayson deeper, but the asshole withdrew his finger. The needy whimper that left me was loud enough that I wondered how the hell Cruz had yet to wake up.
“Fuck, you’re so fucking beautiful,” Grayson groaned as he inserted his index finger all the way inside until I could feel the palm of his hand rubbing against my clit.
“Fuck.”
That seemed to break both of them into action. Micah sat up and kept one hand on my ass, making sure I wouldn’t move too much while Grayson began to fuck me with his fingers. Micah’s other hand was under my shirt as he pinched my nipple.
“You feel so good on my finger, I wonder how good you’ll feel on my cock,” Grayson said.
“She feels amazing,” Micah replied.
“Maybe you should show him how good you feel, princess.”
The three of us turned toward where Cruz was sleeping. He was now on his side, his attention on us. His voice sounded gravelly from just waking up, but his eyes were wide awake.
“Were you watching us?” I gasped since Grayson decided it was the perfect time to add another finger.
“It’s not exactly polite to fuck in front of others.” He smirked at me.
“You left her unsatisfied last night,” Grayson bit back, but there was no real bite to his tone.
Cruz sat up.
“Sorry, I took priority in helping your ungrateful ass.”
He reached for his discarded jeans, grabbed his wallet, and threw something at Micah’s chest.
It was a condom wrapper. Before anyone could say anything else, Cruz was right behind me, holding on to my hips as he pulled me back into his lap.
“Why don’t you put that on him?” Cruz told Micah, tilting his head toward Grayson.
Shit.
I was so fucking turned on. I rubbed my ass against Cruz, trying to get some friction. Everything was becoming too much. Cruz let me grind against him as he began to kiss the side of my nape. Micah sat up as Grayson pulled his boxers down.
“He has a pretty dick, doesn’t he, princess?” Cruz growled. Grayson’s chest rose and fell more rapidly as he looked at me, and then his eyes went to Cruz, who was looking not at him, but at his dick. “Can you imagine how good that’ll feel fucking you? Making you feel so full…so good.”
I whimpered because I knew he wasn’t just speaking about me, and now I really wanted to watch them together.
“Fuck,” Grayson cursed, throwing his head back as Micah stroked him.
Micah ripped open the package with his mouth. Before he could put it on Grayson, Cruz stopped him.
“Not like that. Use your mouth, baby,” he told him.
Grayson closed his eyes and took a deep breath.
Micah didn’t break eye contact with Grayson as he took him into his mouth and sucked.
“That fucking mouth,” Grayson growled.
Micah pulled back out, then kissed Grayson’s pelvis, up to his abs, and then finally put the condom on. After he did that, he kissed his way up Grayson’s body until he found his lips.
My moan made Cruz chuckle. “Feeling needy, princess?”
“Please,” I begged no one in particular.
Cruz lifted me with ease while he guided me with his other hand so I could stroke Grayson with his guidance.
Grayson pulled away from Micah’s mouth so he could see what I was doing.
His eyes widened when he realized that Cruz was guiding me in stroking him.
He wasn’t touching him directly, but he was still in charge of how to pleasure him best. He looked at me and then at Cruz, and he groaned into Micah’s mouth.
Cruz easily lifted my hips and eased me down onto Grayson’s cock.
“How good does she feel?” Cruz asked in a husky tone.
“So fucking good,” he replied.
He used one hand and pulled Micah back down to kiss him, causing Micah to moan. The other hand came to my waist, and then he lifted me up and began to fuck me.
“Omigod,” I sobbed.
Cruz kept on kissing my nape, whispering dirty little things in my ear as both his hands kneaded and cupped my breasts.
“Fuck,” Grayson bit out mid-thrust.
“Feel so full,” I whimpered, making all three of them groan.
Cruz let go of one of my breasts and instead brought his hand down until he reached between my legs. He touched the spot where Grayson and I joined.
“You’re so wet, princess,” he whispered in my ear. “I bet he feels so fucking good.”
I started getting closer to coming as he began playing with my clit. Just before I could come, he stopped. He tilted my head back and kissed me on the mouth.
He then pulled away and went to Micah.
“Poor baby,” Cruz mocked him as he rubbed him through his boxers where there was a wet spot. “So neglected.”
Micah pulled back from Grayson.
“Shit,” he hissed once Cruz pulled his boxers down and began to stroke him.
They all looked so hot. Since Cruz was no longer behind me, I put both of my hands on Grayson’s chest so I could ride him better.
“Oh fuck,” Micah moaned.
He lay down next to Grayson as Cruz leaned between Micah’s legs and, without breaking eye contact with Grayson, took him into his mouth.
“Fucking shit, Martinez, don’t you have a gag reflex?” Grayson marveled.
Overwhelmed.
I was so overwhelmed, from all the noises, touches, and just looking at the people who were now the center of my world, that I temporarily forgot I really wanted to kiss Grayson. I leaned down and kissed his chin, then the side of his lips.
He groaned when our lips finally touched.
“He’s good with his mouth,” I told Grayson as he watched Cruz suck off Micah.
“Yeah?” he whispered back.
“He’d make you feel good too,” I let him know.
Grayson didn’t have to tell me he liked the idea, because his kiss was brutal as he began to fuck me harder and deeper.
Fuck.
I was going to come.
“You look so fucking pretty.”
“God, baby.”
“Shit.”
It took me a second to realize that the whines and moans weren’t coming from just me.
“That’s it, baby,” Grayson moaned as I threw my head back and began to come.
I heard Micah groaning, and a few thrusts later, Grayson was coming too. Grayson pulled me toward his chest and gave me tiny kisses all over my face.
The three of us took a minute to recover from our orgasm. It was Grayson who broke the silence. “Someone should give Martinez a hand,” he muttered.
I wanted to tell him he should, because it would be hot as fuck. I turned my head toward Cruz and Micah, and Cruz kissed Micah’s thigh, then leaned up.
“You guys were so fucking hot I didn’t stand a chance,” he said with no shame as he moved a bit so we could see the mess he made of my covers.