Gifting Me To His Best Friend - Katee Robert Page 0,48
until we’re sealed together. He frames my face with his big hands and looks down at me with his heart in his eyes. “I love you. I didn’t say it before because I’m a fucking asshole, but it’s the truth.” He glances at Grayson as my husband approaches with a bottle of lube in his hand. “You already know I love you, but I’m saying it again now.”
“I know.” He sees the look on my face and bursts out laughing. “I’m kidding, Emma. You should appreciate the reference.”
“Not right now.”
Grayson sobers. “I love you too, Derek. Always have. This is just a new level of it.”
I glance at the clock. “Hurry.”
Derek thrusts into me, temporarily distracting me. “I like your superstitions, baby.”
“You’re about to get fucked by Grayson while you fuck me, so I just bet you do.”
He chuckles against my neck, but the sound turns to a moan as Grayson moves behind him. I don’t have to see clearly to know that he’s working his way into Derek’s ass. Then they begin to move, or maybe it’s Grayson who’s moving, his fucking causing Derek to fuck in turn. I don’t know. It doesn’t matter. The only thing that matters is how perfect this is. The weight of them keep me pinned to the bed, helpless to do anything but take what’s given.
As the clock strikes twelve, Grayson reaches around Derek’s hip and strokes my clit with his thumb. Slowly. Teasingly. Like he wants this moment of pleasure to last as long as possible before we lose control.
Somewhere in the distance a cheer goes up and there are fireworks, but they’re nothing compared to what’s happening right here, right now. I kiss Derek, giving myself over to the feeling of him filling me so perfectly, to Grayson’s thumb moving in tandem with his strokes, working me closer and closer to orgasm.
It hits me between one heartbeat and the next, washing away every last bit of bad feeling that clung to me after this last week. None of it matters now. We’re here. We’re doing this. We’re starting something new and wonderful and hope is a beautiful thing in my chest.
Derek follows me over the edge, driving into me and coming with a low curse that curls my toes. He slumps onto me, barely managing to get himself braced on his elbows to keep some of his weight off me. Not that I care. I want to be smothered with both of them right now. His body moves easily with Grayson’s increasingly rough thrusts. It has me writhing around his softening cock despite my best efforts. “Oh fuck.”
Grayson’s laugh is strained. “Again, baby? You’re so greedy.” He doesn’t stop stroking my clit, doesn’t stop fucking Derek.
I don’t know if I come again, or if it’s just a second wave of the last orgasm. It doesn’t matter. Grayson shudders and his grip on Derek’s shoulder goes white-knuckled. I swear I actually hear him come on Derek’s back. Grayson presses a kiss to his neck and eases back. “Don’t move.”
“Couldn’t if I wanted to.”
My husband disappears into our bathroom and returns a few moments later with a washcloth. He takes his time wiping up his mess and then smiles down at us. “Happy New Year.”
“Happy New Year,” I murmur.
Derek eases out of me and moves to my side. “Get rid of that and get back here. I have six days of missing out on you two to make up for.”
Grayson’s smile widens. “I am so fucking happy that you’re here, Derek.”
A few minutes later, we’re all in bed together. It feels more perfect than I could have imagined. To be pressed between them, our hands wandering over each other’s bodies, followed by mouths. Followed by more fucking.
We finally manage to get some sleep sometime before dawn. I open my eyes to the sunlight streaming in through the windows. We forgot to close the curtains.
Derek lays sprawled out on our bed, his hand wedged firmly between my thighs as if he couldn’t resist touching me even in sleep. Grayson is pressed against his back, his shock of dark hair barely visible at the curve where Derek’s wide shoulders meet his neck.
I don’t know what the future holds. I know there will be challenges and difficulties just like there always are, but I have utter faith that we’ll be able to see our way through. We have so much history of friendship with Derek, it almost feels like he’s slipped seamlessly into our life.
Happiness bubbles