Rae liked shots because they were quick and easy to drink. She has always hated when her drinks get room temperature. She also learned how quickly straight alcohol will get you drunk. I ended up having one beer that night while I kept an eye out for her, and ended up being the one to help her when she got sick to her stomach, and tucked her into my bed when her body couldn’t take anymore. It was so tempting to wrap her into my arms that night sharing a bed with her. It wasn’t the first time we’d been in the same bed, but it was the first time she was inebriated.
The next morning she had the hangover from hell. All she wanted was greasy food to make herself feel better, and that wasthat. It was also one of the only times I’ve known about her getting drunk. This one drink doesn’t compare to the eight shots she took that night, but I want her in her right mind with us at all times.
I want her to know what’s going on. I want her to want it. To want us.
She slams the glass down, the ice clinks against the side, and she looks between us. “Let’s go.”
CHAPTER 29
Asher
In my car, I try to get Rae in the front seat again, but she gives me a mischievous look before climbing over the middle console and into the back with Grayson. I want to ask what the fuck she thinks she’s doing, but she’s straddling Grayson as their mouths collide and she moans.
“Trying to distract me while I drive?” I ask, looking in the mirror back at them.
She moves away from his mouth, but he just moves to kissing down her neck as she twists to meet my eyes. “Keep your eyes on the road.”
I shake my head, biting back a smile at her sass while she turns back toward the other man in the backseat. They’re kissing again, her moans alone are enough to distract me. My dick hardens behind my jeans at the noises they’re making.
“You want to drive me insane, don’t you?” I ask.
I swear I hear a huff of laughter that I think came from Grayson. Kind of makes me want to punch him in the face. But all the blood has rushed down to my cock, and I can hardly stay focused on driving us all home safely, let alone anything else. I press the gas harder, doing everything I can to get back to Rae’s house as quickly as possible.
When I glance back at them in the backseat, Grayson’s hand is under her shirt, and Rae is writhing against his lap. They haven’t stopped moaning or kissing and I practically growl, gripping the steering wheel so tight my knuckles are white.
One last turn and I’m pulling up to Rae’s gate; I’m let in instantly and pull around her driveway. I press the brake roughly, causing the car to lurch with a stop. Rae giggles, and I immediately get out, opening the back door to see her still on his lap, but I don’t care. They wanted to taunt and tease me the whole drive, now it’s my turn.
Reaching in, I pull Rae out. I want to carry her inside, but I don’t want to risk fucking up my shoulder even more and ruining what’s preparing to be a great night. For all of us. Instead, I pull her toward the front door. I think Grayson is following us, but I don’t care what he’s doing.
As Rae opens the door, I quickly glance around the porch. “Have to make sure there’s no more weird boxes left outside,” I tell her, hoping it comes across as a joke, but she stiffens, pushing the door open and leads us inside.
“What box?” Grayson asks from behind me.
Rae looks from me to him, and I can see she’s trying to hide her reaction.
“Sunshine?” Grayson questions, and I’m a little surprised she hasn’t said anything to him.
“It’s nothing,” she denies, shaking her head.
“Sounds like it’s possibly someth—” He’s cut off when she reaches down, pulling her shirt off over her head and letting it fall onto the floor.
“Do you want to talk about that, or do you want to touch me?”
Suddenly, I don’t care about reinjuring my arm. Or the box. Or the fact that there’s three of us here instead of just two. I storm toward her, scooping her up with one arm, throwing her over my uninjured shoulder and carry her upstairs to her room. She giggles, her hands pushing against my lower back whileraising herself up. I jostle her and she tries to grapple with my shirt, but loses her grip and lets out an adorable growl.
I push open her bedroom door and toss her down onto the large, soft looking bed. She bounces while continuing to giggle, pushing up onto her hands. Grayson is at my side, but I don’t look at him. All my focus is on her as she sucks in a sharp breath looking between us. While she’s seemed confident since we got in the car, sitting here like this, it seems to waver a bit.
Her chest rises and falls, still only in her bra and jeans, and she scoots back on the bed, but I snap, “Don’t move.”
She freezes, and I feel Grayson look at me. He’s probably glaring, but if he wants to try and have some control he can go right ahead. But he doesn’t.
“Strip for us,” I instruct a little softer.
Sitting up, her blue eyes are wide and completely focused ahead on us. She reaches behind her back, unhooking her bra and letting it fall down her arms. I raise my chin and she slides her hands down her body, teasing us both by cupping her breasts, tweaking her nipples, moaning then moving lower to her waistband.
Grayson shifts next to me, but neither of us say anything, the room silent aside from all our breathing, but I swear I can hear my heartbeat in my ears as I watch her. Flexing my hands, my restraint wearing thin as she slowly unbuttons her jeans. Hooking her thumbs in them, she starts to push them down, lifting her hips slightly to get them over her ass. When they reach her ankles, I reach forward, grabbing the fabric, using it to yank her down, and she squeals, falling onto her back as she scoots closer to the edge of the bed.
I pull the jeans and her panties off the rest of the way as she lays there, red hair splayed out on the light comforter.