Chapter 4

"Papa," I whimpered, my voice trembling with need. "Papa, I've imagined this so many times—touching myself while thinking of you." My free hand slid up to my breast, fingers pinching my nipple sharply before trailing lower to join the other between my thighs. "Both of you." My left fingers circled my clit, teasing the sensitive spot I'd ignored earlier as my right hand plunged deeper, fingers slick with arousal.

"I tried calling you Papa to stop myself from wanting you," I confessed, adding another finger. Three still couldn't compare to his thickness, but the heat of their gazes on me was enough. "But it only made me wetter. Every time you hugged me, I'd soak through my panties. Every time I whispered 'Papa,' I'd have to lock myself in my room and touch myself just to cope."

"Christ," Grayson muttered, his voice rough with awe at my shameless confession.

"I know it's wrong," I gasped as my walls clenched around my fingers, my second climax crashing over me. "But I don't care—Papa!" My back arched off the floor as pleasure tore through me, amplified by the weight of their stares.

When the waves finally ebbed, I lay boneless on the floor, breathless and spent. Before I could worry about their thoughts, they were beside me. Harrison pulled me up, his mouth claiming mine in a deep, possessive kiss, uncaring that Grayson's taste still lingered on my lips. Then he passed me to Grayson, who kissed me just as hungrily.

Strong hands lifted me effortlessly, Harrison cradling me against his chest.

"Sounds like you've waited far too long for this," he murmured against my ear before turning to Grayson. "Let's take our girl upstairs."

Later, I drifted to sleep nestled between them in Harrison's massive bed, exhaustion from relentless pleasure pulling me under. But I knew I wouldn't wake alone.

I didn’t know what this was—a reckless night? The start of something more? But the uncertainty thrilled me.

Facing Harrison, Grayson pressed against my back, his half-hard length nestled against me. I shifted, feeling him swell further.

"Insatiable," Harrison murmured, dark eyes locking onto mine.

"Absolutely," I breathed.

Behind me, Grayson stirred, his hand sliding around to tease my nipple.

"He's hard against you, isn't he?" Harrison asked, voice low.