“Hey, Sunshine,” Grayson greets on the computer, and I squeak while Asher separates our lips and guides my head backto the screen. I thought my mind was a mess before, it’s even more jumbled now.
“Does he know about your little meeting?” Asher asks with his cheek pressed against mine.
Grayson looks confused, and almost a little concerned while I’m trying to get my bearings. “What meeting?”
Asher turns to speak directly in my ear. “You like to hide things from him, don’t you, good girl?”
I shake my head because that’s not what I mean to do. I was going to tell him about this; I was going to tell them both once it’s official. The other scary stuff may have been brought up eventually.
“Are you okay?” Grayson’s voice is deep with concern.
“I-I’m great, yeah.” I smile. “Better now that you’re here too, kind of.”
Asher breathes out a laugh, pushing my hair off my shoulder and trailing his lips down my neck. “Tell him about your meeting.”
“I met with another artist about doing a duet together.” I try to keep my voice even while Asher is kissing along my neck.
“Oh cool, who?” Grayson already seems a lot more relaxed about the whole thing. Unlike Asher who seems ready to kill Noah for absolutely no reason.
“His name is Noah Fuller,” I answer, but as soon as I say his name Asher’s teeth nip my skin and I yelp. “And Asher seems to have a problem with him for some reason.”
“Why?” Grayson sits up a little more.
“You should’ve seen the way he was looking at our girl,” Asher answers with a growl.
Our girl.
Those two words cause a shiver down my spine. I don’t know if it’s the way he said it, or the way Grayson’s eyes narrow in interest. Or the fact that they’re both admitting it.
“What do you mean?” Grayson questions.
“He wasn’t looking at me in any way,” I defend, but Asher isbehind me, yanking my head back by my hair as his hand wraps around the front of my throat.
I whimper as the single move suddenly has me so aroused I press my thighs together to find some relief from the sudden ache. I’m looking up at Asher, unable to move with the way he’s holding me, but he’s looking forward towards the computer screen.
“He was looking at her like he had a right to,” Asher says darkly.
“Is he going to be a problem?” Grayson has that tone that he rarely gets, but when he does it shows how possessive he can really be.
“He won’t.” Asher tightens his grip on my throat slightly. “Right, good girl?”
“You’re not stopping me from doing a duet with him,” I snark weakly.
“No, of course not,” Grayson agrees.
“But we can continue to remind you that you’reours,”Asher adds.
I swallow against his palm on my throat. “Then remind me.”
He lifts me up out of the chair, kicking it out of the way. I don’t even register the crashing noise it makes because he’s hauling me against his body and kissing me fiercely. I moan into his mouth, grabbing at his shirt, trying to pull it off his body so I can feel his skin against mine.
“So fucking needy,” he growls against my mouth.
I’m flipped around, and pushed down onto the table. I have to move my laptop with Grayson’s face on it back so I don’t crash into it from Asher’s forceful hands. Looking up I see Grayson watching, his green eyes are intense on me. I wish he was here so badly. I want to touch him right now while Asher is touching me.
Everything is so much better when the three of us are together. When one is missing, I can feel it. When it’s the three of us, it’s complete.
Grayson smirks, keeping his eyes locked on mine through the screen. “I can’t help but think this is a little bit of payback.”