Page 483 of Seasons of Love
I winked at Griff to follow my lead. “Yeah, but look at him. He’s fast asleep. Maybe I should eat your ass instead.”
“You won’t hear me complain.”
“Turn around and drop those shorts,” I commanded.
Griff rustled his shorts but didn’t move. I was trying so hard not to laugh.
“Look at your hole, so eager to feel my tongue.”
“Hmm, like that, Jake.”
Mal turned his head to face us, smiling when he was caught.
“Fucking teasers.” He groaned.
We laughed and ran to the bed, jumping on top of him.
“What do you think is the punishment for peeping Toms?” Griff asked.
“Hmm, don’t know…maybe tie him to the bed and have our way with him?” I suggested.
Mal grabbed my waist and turned me over so I ended up under him, and then he threw his leg over Griff’s thighs.
“I’m the peeping Tom? You two were the ones staring at my ass for the last ten minutes.”
Griff and I looked at each other and grinned. “No regrets,” we said at the same time.
We all laughed, exchanging lazy kisses.
How perfect was my life? Being with two men who loved me as much as I loved them. The three of us couldn’t be more different. Griff was this force of nature that was made for love. His job as a romance author couldn’t be more suited for someone like him.
He lived and breathed love, and every day I woke up in his arms and saw his happy smile, I knew that he was truly happy.
Mal was our rock. The solid presence that always calmed us down. Maybe it was because he was a little older, had lived more, but he always seemed to have a way of bringing us back together and reminding us we were strong and good.
As for me, I didn’t feel like an abandoned child anymore. It hadn’t been until my conversation with my dad that I’d realized how much hurt I’d been carrying all my life. Everything I’d done was to make sure I was worthy of being kept. I didn’t even see that my constant strive for perfection was also hurting my brother.
We’d talked about that too. My relationship with Gabe had become stronger, and I was starting to see him grow into the person he was meant to be.
The oven timer went off.
“I love you both, but right now, I may love my roast chicken a little more,” I said.
They both gasped and exchanged a look that meant I was in trouble.
Ten minutes later, they’d worked me up so much I could have sworn I’d never need food again in my life. Their hands explored, and their mouths mapped every inch of my skin.
Have you ever had four hands touching you all over? Ten out of ten, absolutely recommend.
I came in someone’s mouth. I couldn’t tell whose because my eyes were closed, and when they kissed me, I could taste myself in both their mouths.
Have I said yet how much I loved my life?
Griff held my hand as we walked inside the resort’s main dining hall.
He didn’t enjoy big crowds, so I was ready to go full-on protective mode and take him outside if he wasn’t enjoying himself. But as he took in all the new changes in the large room, all I could see was his big smile and relaxed features.
This was it, the culmination of four months of hard work.
