“You just want it to be about you, don’t you?” I try to turn it back on him, but I know it won’t work.
“I love it when your sass comes out to play. It makes me want you more.” He presses into me, making me feel his growing erection.
“Insatiable.”
He raises an eyebrow at me, knowing I haven’t answered his question.
“Fine. Yes, I was thinking about… anal sex. If you really want to know.” My voice is going quiet at my admission.
“Now, who’s insatiable? And baby, I always want to know what you’re thinking.”
“Especially if it involves our cocks, Jo.” Grant states matter of fact. He still has on his fucking sexy as sin glasses.
“Well, I don’t know if I want your cocks there.” That’s not a lie. I don’t know.
Grant pulls me from Clay's lap, right into his naked one. Whispering close as he drags his lips over my shoulder and up to my ear.
“Really? I was looking forward to working you open for us. One of us in your pussy and one in your ass.”
Oh. No, that’s too much. One might not even fit back there.
He doesn’t stop with his devastating words, “Don’t you want to know what it feels like? Stretching and splitting you wide open for us. Or do you want to watch me destroy Clay’s ass, so you know exactly what I want to do to you.”
I blink at him. Staring. Again, he’s stunned me speechless, but my body is on board. I can feel the wetness growing between my thighs, and my pulse has jumped to another universe.
It’s also the most bizarre thing for me to be sitting at the dining room table, naked, like it’s nothing out of the ordinary.
“Do you normally eat naked?” I blurt out.
They both laugh. Their deep rumbles hit me low and set off all my hormones.
“I think it's going to be more often when you’re here.” Grant leans forward and whispers in my ear, “easier to enjoy all of our meal.”
Why do I suddenly feel like I’m his meal?
“This is why I didn’t tell you to pack a bag for the weekend. Clothes are overrated when we plan to be inside of you as much as possible.”
“The weekend? You want me to stay all weekend?” I don’t have any plans, but somehow, I missed the idea of staying for a weekend. All the dates have been just for a night. Always feeling too short and making me want more.
“Of course we do. I’m ready for more, Jo, and we hope you are too.” Grant squeezes my thigh.
“I don’t think I can get enough time with you.” Clay’s words are quiet, honest, and they do funny things to my heart. Why does this feel like so much more for him? But it can’t be. Right?
They have my head spinning in all directions, making me think crazy thoughts about a possible future. I don’t want a future alone anymore; they make me want it with them.
“But…” My head is still trying to catch up. I know this can’t go anywhere, but the fun we are having right now. I’ll enjoy what I can, then I’ll find who I’m supposed to be with.
“Let us show you.”
39
Grant
It’s still dark as I lie here and think about the woman lying in our bed. The woman who’s turned my life upside down in the best way. The woman I think I might be falling for, too.
This weekend has been everything I needed to confirm how I feel about Jo.
Her laugh.