19. Leah
Leah
Unfair. It’s heinous how attractive all of the bare man skin in front of me is. I have no doubt that Parker put Grady up to this. Somehow, some way, he read me like a book. All of my efforts to hide the reservations and doubt didn’t fool him for a second, he merely played along.
They’re not going to let me back out.
Slowly, greedily, my visual exploration leads me south, over the planes and valleys of their bodies. Matching loose-fitting sweats serve one clear purpose—to remind me exactly what I’d be walking away from. All of my rebuttals vanish.
Based on their matching smirks, they know it.
Assholes.
This “talk” is supposed to be productive. How am I going to focus on anything other than their bodies?
“Oh, I see you got the sweatpants memo,” Parker jokes, as if he’s oblivious to the quaking in my soul.
He’s not. The shithead can’t help himself.
Why must beautiful men be so infuriating?
“Y-yup,” I manage to respond after being reduced to sounds just beyond squawks.
“Come on in, if you’re ready, that is.” They step apart and wait, as if I have anywhere else to go.
Of course I do. I could—should—tuck tail and run. My “no fucks given” appearance has done nothing to deter them. There’s not a trace of disgust or disapproval on either of their smug, handsome faces.
Damn it, they’re not supposed to want me like this.
I practically scream at myself as my feet move.
Each step feels like a mile as I follow them inside, straight to Parker’s couch.
The same one we’ve shared several conversations on, but this time the air feels too heavy.
Parker drops next to me, casual as ever.
Instead of sitting on the other couch like normal, Grady takes the spot to my left, opposite Parker. Intentions clear as the sky is blue.
Enveloped in them, my heart skips every few beats, bouncing around erratically in my chest.
“Well?” I sit up straight, question coming out more defensive than intended.
“Well…?” Parker says to my right with a playfully smug inflection.
“You’re the ones who want to talk.” I raise a brow in challenge.
“So, tell me. What’s the goal here? Because I’ve had hookups and fuck buddies.
None of them ever required a ‘talk’ or divulging my deepest secrets.
” Folding my arms, I look between them and have to do a double-take. They’re each fighting a smile.
“What?!” I whine. “I’m serious. This feels like I’ve been called into the principal’s office. I haaaaaaated school. Please just lay it out for me.” Tossing myself back into the cushion, I groan, welcoming whatever happens next.
If it breaks my heart, I’ll survive.
I hope.
“Leah.” Parker places a hand on my thigh.
I fight the urge to squeeze them together.
“We want you. And I do mean you, not just your body. It’s a fucking fantastic bonus, but your heart, your passion, that’s what we’re both drawn to.
I’m sorry if our conversation in the hotel wasn’t reassuring enough.
We were all sort of winging it. But I could tell you still haven’t accepted this.
We’re prepared to say, or do, whatever it takes. ”
I look at Grady, who nods with a shy smile. His hands are folded tightly in his lap as if he’s afraid to touch me.
Shifting my focus back to Parker, I ask, “What about five years from now? When it’s the same shit every day, when I’ve made breakfast every morning.
Sure, maybe it’s a different breakfast, but it’s still the same repetitive day.
” I turn to Grady and continue, “What happens when we leave here and get into the real world, and you realize how absolutely boring I am? I do three things: sleep, eat, and ride.” I pointedly count on my fingers.
“Every. Day. Are you seriously telling me you’ll want that forever? ”
“I l-love th-th-ose things.” By the look of surprise in Grady’s eyes, his hand moving to my cheek was not planned. Warm and comforting, my nerves settle a fraction from his contact.
“I also only do two of those three things, just substitute riding with training,” Parker murmurs close behind me, having apparently leaned in while Grady’s touch had me in a chokehold.
“I-I don’t know how to let you in. I’m not a good girlfriend. Trust me, I’ve tried.”
The brush of Parker’s nose against my ear sends tingles down my spine. “You’ve been great to us, and didn’t even have the title. Those losers who saw you as a paycheck don’t speak to your worth.”
“I was just being me. I wasn’t trying t—” My words die, fizzling out into the atmosphere as Parker’s lips press against my neck. Grady, still cupping my cheek, claims a quick, timid kiss.
I want to protest, to tell them they’re making a mistake.
That I’m a mistake.
But damn if their combined attention doesn’t make for a solid argument.
“You’re right,” Parker says against my burning skin, leaving goosebumps where his breath lands. “You weren’t trying because you don’t have to. You’re enough.” Another press of his warm mouth makes my eyelids flutter.
“It’s t-true.” Grady nods and leans back in. Only, instead of my lips, his kiss lands intentionally on the tip of my nose, sparking an eruption of butterflies in the depths of my stomach.
His tenderness is effortlessly romantic.
I don’t think he fully grasps how much I love the little things he does.
Maybe it’s because he grew up surrounded by old money, where they have to put on a front to keep up appearances.
But the small acts of affection and chivalry come naturally to him.
It’s a welcome newness for me. Such simple gestures make a world of difference.
Parker, on the other hand, is walking sexual tension, but not in the surface-level way I’m used to.
Sure, he knows all the right spots and how to hit them with precision.
But he’s not rushing things. Nothing he does is to “get it over with” or make me feel like he cares while putting in minimal effort.
There’s genuine intent woven into his every move.
They’re not using me.
No, I’ve seen how much passion and dedication both of these men have. It rivals my own. Between them like this, I genuinely feel like I matter beyond their pleasure. This is going to take some getting used to.
“This is just scary,” I admit, voice straining around the confession.
“I understand. We didn’t exactly ease you into this. Hell, it’s a lot for Grady, too. But he’s mainly excited by the chance to be loved. Right?” Parker looks around me.
Grady nods slowly, hand leaving my cheek to blaze a trail down my arm. Lacing our fingers together, he brings my palm up to rest on his bare chest. Under the weight of everything, I focus on the steady thump under my palm. “Yours,” he says, lifting my hand to kiss it.
My panties damn near disintegrate.
“If you don’t want us, we’ll still have each other, but this—” Parker waves a finger around. “—is a dream come true. One I personally will never stop trying to maintain.” A press of his lips to my bare shoulder, and I forget why I had reservations in the first place.
Silly me, so focused on my own doubts. They could quite literally be happy without my involvement. I’m here because it’s what they want. I’m what they want—not a convenient lay, or an easy release. I’m a choice, conscious and intentional.
My muscles uncoil. Relief floods my aching body.
Releasing a heavy sigh, I inhale deep and steady—the first unburdened breath since I walked in the door.
“God, I’ve wanted you both since the day I got here.
” I clamp my lips shut, cursing my mouth for forming syllables.
“That was another inside thought escaping. Ignore me.”
“Nope.” Parker nods to Grady and their arms slip under me.
I squeal as they work to settle me in Grady’s lap. “Mine.” He squeezes my hip, gaze drifting to Parker.
Their eyes lock, buzzing with obvious desire.
“Oh god, please kiss.” More uncontrollable thoughts escape my mouth, voice breathy.
Parker’s tongue trails across his lower lip. “Seems our girl knows what she likes.” He runs his hand down Grady’s bicep, leaning dangerously close. “Shall we give her what she wants?”
I’m increasingly aware of the rock-hard erection prodding me as Grady nods, lips already parted.
My heart pounds in my throat as every nerve comes to life. Before I know it, they’re devouring one another, tongues delving deeply into each other’s mouths, hands exploring bare skin. Their shared moans alone could almost get me off.
Grady’s hips jerk, growing increasingly needy. My pussy throbs from the pressure, with a desperate need to feel them. It would be so easy to grind against him and come undone right now. But not yet.
I slide off Grady’s lap without completely disturbing them.
Still, they break their kiss and reposition.
Grady leans back against the plush cushion.
I drop to my knees before him, taking in his flushed appearance and lust-blown pupils.
Parker shifts, kneeling beside me with a conspiratorial glint in his eye.
Oh, it’s on.
I bite my lip, fighting the giddy grin attempting to consume my face. Together, we grab our respective sides of Grady’s waistband, pulling his sweats down. Flaring nostrils and a heaving chest tell us that he’s realized what’s about to happen.
Parker locks gazes with me as he trails his tongue slowly up the side of Grady’s shaft, moaning as he reaches the tip. I mirror his action eagerly, savoring the salty bead of precum waiting for me.
Our mouths meet, and we take a moment to consume one another with the faint taste of our man lingering between us.
“F-f—” Grady tries to speak, but gives up as Parker takes all of him at once, rumbling around his length.
Grady thrusts into his throat, gripping the cushions with a white-knuckle hold. The instant Parker pulls back, I happily take his place, gagging slightly on the sheer size of him.
Instinct kicks in and Grady’s hand flies to the back of my head. He pulls my hair with delicious pressure, drawing a moan from my throat. The vibration makes him gasp, driving into me until my eyes roll back.
“Fuck, look what you do to him,” Parker grits out. Through my tears, I watch as he slowly strokes his cock, hissing as he squeezes. “God keep fucking her face. Don’t hold back. She wants it, don’t you?”
I nod as much as I can, and Grady indulges, giving me a more solid thrust, pushing me to the limit. I dig my nails into the tree trunks he calls thighs, clenching my own together, absolutely dripping wet for them.
“Give it to her,” Parker commands, pumping himself faster.
With a shuddering exhale, Grady obeys, thoroughly taking his pleasure from me. Each lift of his hips forces him deeper, until I fear there will be irreparable damage.
Good.
This man deserves a bit of reckless abandon for once.
Getting lost in his broken restraint is delicious.
Tears stain my cheeks, vision blurring as he continues to slam into me. Right as I begin to worry I may faint, Parker steps in and releases me from the onslaught I’m savoring.
When I whine in protest, he chuckles, lips pressing against my forehead.
“Trust me, as much as I’d love to watch him throat fuck you until you pass out, I don’t know if he’s ready for that.
Besides, I want to watch you ride him, can’t do that if you’re unconscious.
” Kissing my swollen lips, he helps me to my feet.
Grady, having regained some semblance of his self-control, helps position me over his glistening cock. “S-sorry,” he breathes out, running a thumb along my lower lip. When I suck it into my mouth, he gasps, eyes flaring. Releasing it with a “pop” I lean into him, arching my back.
Parker has grabbed a chair from the kitchen and positioned himself behind me so I’m on full display.
“She was loving every minute, don’t apologize for something she enjoys.
Now, be a good boy and fill her up.” Parker’s words send a fierce jolt of arousal through Grady, causing his cock to jump below me.
“That’s right, you’re close to coming, aren’t you?
” Parker grits out. By the strain of his voice, he’s clenching his jaw dangerously hard.
Grady closes his eyes. “Y-yes.” Barely a whisper, his breath catches when I brush my nose against his neck.
“Then fill. Her. Up. I want to swallow every drop when you’re done.”
Holy shit.
My eyes lock with Grady’s. “Let’s not keep him waiting. He’s too pretty to beg.”
“O-okay, Sassy.” He lifts the corner of his mouth the tiniest amount, eagerness alight in his expression.
As I slowly lower myself, everything becomes crystal clear. By the love-drunk gleam in his eyes, the desperate sounds Parker makes behind me, and how right I feel at the center of all this.
This is different.
And I’m about to have a lot of fun.