Gifting Me To His Best Friend - Katee Robert Page 0,22

catch him stroking Grayson’s arm with his knuckles. A touch that might be accidental, but I don’t think so. That, more than anything, gives me the strength to speak. “I want us all in bed together tonight.”

Derek tenses, but I keep going. “Thirty-six hours, Derek. Tell me you don’t want the option of waking up with my mouth around your cock. Or even just slipping inside me while we’re still mostly asleep.” I lean up and kiss him, tasting my husband on his lips. “Please. Please say yes.”

He sighs in a way that’s almost resigned. “Yes.”

It takes a little while to get there. We shower off the mess from our fucking and Derek retreats to his bedroom to grab an extra pillow. The king sized bed is plenty big enough for three, and I’m not even remotely surprised when they put me between them. I expect to take a while to fall asleep, but I drift off almost immediately, cradled between the warmth of Derek and Grayson’s bodies.

At one point in the middle of the night, I have to get up to pee, and when I come back, Grayson has moved, rolling nearly to the middle of the bed. I snort and take his spot, falling asleep again almost immediately.

I wake up to the sound almost like moan.

Opening my eyes, I’m not even surprised to find Derek draped over Grayson’s chest, his head buried in my husband’s throat. Grayson’s eyes are open, and I know him well enough to read the question in his eyes. Can I?

I nod quickly. Just in case he misses that obvious answer, I mouth, Do it. I bite my lip. Fuck him.

Grayson searches my face, but seems content with what he finds there. I’m being perfectly honest in what I want right now. No games. No tricks. My husband wants Derek, and I want Grayson to have him.

He finally gives a brief smile and then focuses on the sleeping man on his chest. Grayson feathers his fingers through Derek’s hair and strokes the man’s arm with his other hand. Derek groans and his hips thrust forward. He opens his eyes, sees me, and goes still.

Grayson doesn’t give him a chance to think too hard about anything. He cups his friend’s face and kisses him. Derek almost seems like he might resist, but then he moans and his hands are on Grayson’s body.

I bite my lip as I watch them. They’re making out and thrusting and I can’t help but reach over and tug the blankets down so I can see how they’re grinding their cocks against each other. It’s almost a frenzy, moans and grunts and the sound of skin against skin.

Desire surges and I slip my hand between my thighs to stroke my clit. Will they come from this alone, spurting onto each other’s stomachs, mixing their semen like that? God, I hope so.

Grayson digs his fingers into Derek’s hair and pulls his head back so he can slip down and kiss his neck. Derek looks at me with glazed eyes. “We’re leaving Emma out.”

“I’m enjoying the show.” I sound nearly as breathy as he does.

I didn’t understand before, not truly. I was selfish enough to take the gift Grayson offered without thinking about what he got out of it. Now I get it. They’re beautiful together. Sexy as shit. And knowing they’re fulfilling a need that’s been burning between them for years? It just makes it hotter. I don’t feel a flicker of jealousy at the thought of Grayson and Derek having sex. Not even a little bit.

Now Grayson’s looking at me, too, something wicked lurking in the curve of his lips. “Come here, baby.”

I almost protest so they’ll keep going without me, but something about the way Derek seems to be holding his breath has me moving closer. He’s the one who grabs me around the hips and lets himself flop off Grayson’s chest, hauling me with him so that I’m sprawled across both men.

Using me as a buffer again.

He kisses me before I can call him on it. I tense, but Grayson runs his hands over my body, shifting so that I lay between them. He’s kissing my neck even as Derek takes my mouth, their hands tangling up on my body. Because as much as they’re enjoying this, they really want to be fucking each other right now.

I pull away and sit up. It takes some maneuvering to turn around to face them, mostly because I keep having to smack