Chapter Thirty-One

Harper

 

I'd come home from my disaster of a meeting and gone straight to bed. I slept so hard that the noise of my door buzzer blended with the noises of my dream. Grayson's voice filtering through the buzzy pop of the speaker convinced me I hadn't woken up yet. And when Callum announced they were both here, at my building in the early morning, I was convinced it all had to be a dream.

I was still convinced they weren't real, even as they were kissing me before I could close my door.

"Wait!" I begged, pulling back. Gray blinked at me with his warm eyes. The muscle at the top of Cal's jaw jumped and I saw his Adam's apple bob as he swallowed.

I took one look at them both, and I burst into tears.

"You're here? You're really here?" I babbled as I brushed my hair down Callum's cheek.

"Shh, baby," he soothed, catching my hand. "It's okay, it's okay."

Gray ran his hand up and down my back as Cal cupped my face and I was certain they had no idea why I was crying and I was pretty certain I had no idea either, other than I felt like some hole inside of me, some aching longing was finally healed.

"What are you doing here?" I demanded, but I didn't want to know the answer to that. I had to keep touching them, reassuring myself that they were real, and solid, standing here with me in my apartment.   I needed to know that I hadn’t somehow conjured them out of the desperate loneliness I didn't know I was suffering from until this very moment. .

Gray caught my fingers and pressed them to his lips. "We're here," he said softly. Then he grinned against my fingertips. "I mean, Cal didn't want to come..."

"Fuck off," Callum growled, as he bent his lips to my neck. "We both wanted to come."

"But…" I wanted to say something about how crazy this all was. How we all had our own separate lives in two separate places. How I had so much going on in my life right now, and I couldn't afford the least little bit of distraction. How I'd had so much trouble adjusting to returning to the city, and their presence was only going to make it that much harder to stay here...

But any words died on my lips as Cal raked his fingers across the opening of my blouse. "Why aren't you naked?" he demanded.

"I was wondering the same thing," Gray said, sliding his fingers past my waistband.

"You haven't even given me a chance," I protested. "You guys are so grabby."

"Yep," Cal said, and he had my pajama top somehow almost undone already. "I've got two weeks of pent-up wanting you, right here," he said, cupping his hand against his groin. "I'm not in the mood to take it slow, are you Gray?"

"I'm wondering why you're not moving faster," Gray said, and I sucked in my breath to hear a stitch pop as he yanked my pajama bottoms down. Then I gasped as I felt him pressing against me, the length of him, already impossibly long and hard, and I believed him when he said he'd been wanting this for weeks now, because I felt the same damn way.

"Then hurry up," I barked, smacking Cal's hand away and finishing the final button myself.

"Aw listen to her. The lady is getting demanding," Cal said, tilting my chin upward. He fixed me with those eyes of his. "I like it," he growled as his lips covered mine. I surrendered into his kiss, rough and demanding as always, loving the way his blonde stubble, nearly invisible on his cheek, marked me as he kissed me so hard. I loved the way that Gray's fingers delved into the skin of my thighs, kissing a trail down my spine and raising goosebumps along my arms. I moaned as his fingers splayed across me, and then moaned again when they slipped inside of me, as if by accident.

"Oh, shit, feel how wet you are already, girl," Gray panted against my neck.

I couldn't speak with Cal's lips still on me, but I moaned some inarticulate sighing sound as Cal dragged his fingers down the front of me to come to rest directly on top of my clit.

"I feel it," Cal murmured against my mouth. A ragged gasp escaped my lips as they began moving in some kind of perverted rhythm, Cal's thumb brushing and rubbing my clit in time with the forceful thrust of Gray's fingers. He slid one, then two then three inside of me, stretching me, and I sagged against him, flinging my arms over Cal's shoulders. They held me, suspended there between the two of them as I went completely boneless and at their mercy, every inch of my skin on fire, my ears filled with the sound of their filthy, dirty talk.

I threw my head back, resting it on Gray's shoulder, and gave myself over to the mounting heat that gathered inside of me. There was no escape, I was sandwiched between them, acutely aware of Cal's length pressing into me in the front, and Gray's brushing up against me in the back. They had made me the meat in the middle of their sandwich and it was so dirty, and so wonderful at the same time.

"Goddammit!" I yelled, convulsing in a sharp shudder. Cal's fingers were moving so fast, and Gray's were holding me so tight, delving in and out of me, that I raised up on my tiptoes. "Shit, shit, shit!" I exhaled and a ragged half gasp, half scream tore from my throat as the white-hot bolt coursed through me.

"Fuck me if that wasn't the hottest thing I've ever seen," Gray hissed into my ear.

I flung my arm out and pulled him down to me. He rested his forehead on mine for a moment and then he broke out into a wide smile before kissing me. "I'm so glad you're here,” I whispered. "I missed you so much."

"What did you miss?" Cal growled, his voice low and dangerous. "Tell us."

I turned to him and bit my lip. "You know."

"No, I'm not sure I do," Gray said against my neck. "Say it."

"I missed you...you know."

"You missed..." Cal prompted, reaching out to tweak my nipple.

"I missed you fucking me," I hissed as the sharp pain spread into searing heat. "I missed the way you spanked my ass."

Cal made a low noise and looked at Gray and I felt Gray nod against my shoulder and even though I had no idea what they'd just said to each other without speaking, I must have known on instinct because my body seemed to turn to jelly.

"You have a dirty mouth, Harper," Cal said, taking me by the hand. "What should we do with your dirty mouth?"