14. Leah
Leah
What time is it? I don’t even remember falling asleep. The last I knew, we were sitting in bed, watching Seabiscuit, snacking on vending machine goodies.
Faint murmurs catch my attention, the rise and fall against my cheek is unsettling.
Am I between them? Snuggling?!
Parker’s voice is coming from behind me… which can only mean one thing—the bare chest I’m lying against isn’t his. Not that cuddling up with him would be all that much better, but at least he doesn’t actively despise me.
Should I move?
Part of me doesn’t want to. Even if Grady hates me, he’s allowing me to use him as a pillow.
I’m not entirely sure how I got in this position, but I have zero complaints.
He’s warm and smells good—like hotel soap and his usual citrus.
No matter how bad my hand itches to acclimate itself with his abdomen, I have to resist. He’s obviously awake.
Parker isn’t talking to himself. If I move, he’ll undoubtedly push me away.
“Just relax. She won’t bite… unless you want her to, in which case I’m sure she’ll oblige,” Parker says, voice low.
When the arm underneath me moves and his hand comes to rest on the curve of my hip, my breath catches. Fortunately, I recover quickly, so they’re none the wiser.
Parker shifts behind me, clicking the TV on.
Acting like I’m asleep, I give in to my impulses, trailing my hand up Grady’s bare torso, resting between his pecs. He shudders under my touch, chest rumbling with the gravely sound that escapes him.
Burning alive, I squeeze my thighs together, almost blowing my cover.
“She looks so perfect curled up against you. I’m almost jealous,” Parker mutters with a softness that turns my heart to mush.
Fantasies race through my mind—him scooting in close, hand ghosting up my side as Grady kisses me. Damn, it’s been so long since I’ve been touched. I need to get a grip.
“You enjoying yourself, Hulk?”
“Mhm,” Grady grunts, hips jerking the faintest amount.
I haven’t heard his voice much, but it sounds different right now—deeper, huskier. If I didn’t know better, I’d think he sounds aroused.
Surely I’m wrong.
Or am I?
Curiosity killed the cat, as they say. This might end badly, but I can’t help it.
I lightly drag my fingertips through his chest hair, tracing tiny circles.
He audibly gulps, breaths faltering. The hand on my hip gently squeezes, prompting me to open my eyes.
His heart thumps erratically against my ear as our gazes lock.
Neither of us makes an immediate attempt to separate, which is both confusing and reassuring. Another subtle shift of his hips draws my attention downward. Through the thin hotel blankets, the unmistakable outline of his erection stands out.
Parker chuckles, but I don’t spare him a glance. When I return my focus to Grady’s face, a vibrant blush has stained his cheeks. His chest hair tingles under my fingers while I continue to caress his heated skin.
For however long this lasts, I’ll allow myself to revel in his reaction to my touch.
Practically trembling, he licks his lips, eyes drifting to my mouth. Peering up at him through my lashes, I finally understand his avoidance all these weeks. How could I have been so blind?
“Would you like to kiss me?”
His attention darts behind me, eyes filled with eagerness and a silent request.
“He’s wanted to for a while,” Parker answers, sliding closer—hot breath dancing on my shoulder as he curls around me. “So have I. The question is, whether you’ll let us.”
“Both of you?” My pulse quickens, nipples pebbling at the thought.
This is a dream, it has to be. I’ve finally lost it.
“It’s not a dream, we talked about it while you were asleep,” Parker murmurs, fingers trailing up my side.
There’s no time to hate my mouth for letting the thoughts slip. Not that I could form a coherent sentence right now if I tried.
Parker’s lips meet the back of my neck for a fleeting moment before he continues, “Grady hasn’t kissed anyone before. He’s nervous to mess it up, but it’s okay. If you’ll be patient, I’ll coach him through it.”
This shouldn’t happen. Part of me is drawn to them, but the rest can’t get past Warren and Quincy. How will they react to this?
My racing thoughts stop at the anticipation in Grady’s soft, warm eyes—filled with uncertainty that I’m sure mine reflect.
Repercussions are a problem for future Leah.
Tipping my face toward his, I nod in silent consent. His lips part a sliver as he slowly closes the gap between us. The instant his warm mouth meets mine, sparks erupt inside me. Gently, tentatively, he moves, as if he’s afraid to be too much.
“Give her a little more. She wants it,” Parker commands, nose brushing against my neck.
Grady does just that, leaning further into me, letting a faint groan roll free.
“Fuck, you’re a natural. Open up for him, Star.” Parker’s lips ghost over my ear as he whispers directions.
I do as he says, and Grady slips his tongue into my mouth like he’s waited an eternity to taste me.
His free hand moves instinctively to my side, trailing along my ribs.
The feather-soft touch tickles, and I squirm, accidentally pressing against Parker’s extremely hard cock.
Gasping at the feel of him against me, I pull my mouth from Grady’s and turn my head.
In an instant, Parker hungrily stakes a claim on my lips.
Where Grady’s kiss was soft and timid, Parker is all practiced confidence. Moaning as he pulls my ass against him, my body comes alive. Heat builds in my core, wetness pools between my thighs. When he releases his hold and turns me back toward Grady, the air feels ten times heavier.
This little room may as well be a shoebox.
Biting his lip, Grady’s eyes are locked on my chest.
“Would you like to play with them?” Parker asks.
Grady nods with unbridled enthusiasm, pupils blown wide.
Parker’s hands move to my waist, slipping under the hem of my tank top. “Can we take this off?”
I should say no, stopping this before we go too far. There’s no coming back from the path we’re barreling down. Instead, I make the horrible decision to prop myself up on my elbow and nod.
Together, they pull my shirt up, sliding it over my head.
Grady rolls onto his side, cupping my breasts in his large, warm hands.
When he kneads firmly, I arch into Parker with a moan so needy I should be ashamed.
But there’s no space for shame between us.
This is what we’ve all been keeping bottled up, and the cork is about to blow.
“Just like that. Look at how good you’re making her feel. Go ahead, suck on one.” Parker thrusts against my ass as Grady pulls one of my hardened nipples into his mouth.
They’re everywhere at once, and I’m floating on the edge of madness. Parker nibbles at my neck as Grady worships my chest, grinding against the thigh I’ve tucked between his legs. He’s solid, powerful, and captivating as he works.
“Please,” I mewl.
“You want me to show him how to make you come?” Parker growls low and breathy, fingers trailing to the waistband of my shorts.
“Yes, I need it.”
“Well, Hulk. Hope you’re ready to finish what you’ve started. Come here, Star.” Parker rolls me onto my back, spreading me out like a sacrifice. “Mind if we all get naked?” A lazy grin pulls at his face.
“Please,” I beg, too far gone to care about the consequences. Giving in feels too right.
Grady stands, shedding his sweats without hesitation.
All of his trepidation has faded, and rightfully so.
I’d be confident as hell with a cock as nice as his.
Thick and heavy, a large vein runs along the underside.
He’s already dripping precum, eager for his own release.
He kneels between my legs, attention directed to Parker, face filled with questions.
“Take her shorts and panties off, nice and slow. Enjoy the moment.” Parker lazily strokes himself next to us.
He’s a bit longer than Grady but not quite as thick, still one of the nicest cocks I’ve had the fortune of seeing.
He bites his lip when he catches me looking, working more slowly with heat in his eyes.
Grady slides his hands up my thighs, demanding my undivided attention. His grip tightens when he reaches my hips. Trembling, he slips his fingers into my waistband, watching intently as he guides my bottoms lower and lower.
Each new inch of my body is met with wonder.
He takes his time, as directed, chest rising and falling more rapidly with each passing second.
He won’t last at this rate. The thought only amplifies how much I ache for him.
Once I’m fully exposed, he leans back, taking in the sight of me dripping wet and ready.
“You want a taste?” Parker asks, voice rich like velvet.
I flush. “H-he doesn’t have to if he doesn’t want. A lot of guys don’t.”
Parker looks between us. “There will be no selfish lovers here. Understood?” When Grady nods, I nearly fall apart. “Good. Now, go on. Her clit is at the top, that’s where the magic is, everything else is just fun for you.”
Resting on his elbows, Grady starts slow, movements unsure. Parker shifts to get a better view, and offer support. As Grady slides his tongue over my aching clit, I squirm, whimpering with need.
My reaction is enough to encourage his boldness.
Exploring more, he buries his face against me and sucks, squeezing my thighs as I grind into him, seeking delicious friction.
A low groan rolls out of him as he licks from my entrance back to the top, beard hairs adding a ruggedness I never knew I needed.
“That’s right, fuck she’s gonna come so hard for you. Go on and slip a finger inside, get a feel for how she’ll squeeze your cock,” Parker grits out, breathing frenzied at the sight.
Grady pulls away for a second, swallowing harshly.
Needy and desperate, my hips move, attempting to follow.