Come Away With Me

by Kristen Proby

  Gray grins before lying down again. Kevin has to pull out of me as Gray guides me over him, straddling his hips.

  “Kevin’s going to take your ass for the first time, sweetheart,” he says as he guides his hard cock inside me and pulls my hips down until I’m completely impaled on him.

  “Why?” I ask breathlessly.

  “I’m man enough to admit that I’m a bit smaller than him,” Kevin says from beside me. He’s kneading my ass cheek and leans in to pull my nipple in his mouth.

  “There’s nothing small about either of you,” I reply truthfully. Kevin smiles and kisses me hard, cradling my face in his hands as Gray begins to move in and out of me, making me moan.

  “I love you for that, princess. But I’m a bit thinner.” He grins. “And this is a contest I don’t mind losing when you’re the prize.”

  “Are you okay?” Gray asks me as he pulls me down against him and takes my lips with his.

  “Mm,” I reply. I sink my fingers in his thick black hair, rest my elbows on the bed beside his head and settle in to kiss him for about a year.

  “Still sure?” Gray whispers against my lips.

  “It’s about trust and respect, right?” I whisper back.

  “And love,” Kevin reminds me as he covers me from behind and kisses my shoulder.

  “Then yeah, I’m sure.”

  “All you have to say is stop, and it’ll stop,” Kevin insists. “We promise.”

  “I know.” I nod and smile down into bright blue eyes as Kevin inserts a finger once more. Now I’m full of Gray, and the feel of just that finger makes me sigh in pleasure. “Holy shit,” I breathe.

  Gray’s breath is coming faster now as he watches me closely. I know that at the first sign of distress he’ll put an end to it, but God it feels amazing.

  “I’m sliding in another finger, baby,” Kevin says as he continues to kiss my back. He’s panting now too, and the wait has to be killing him. He adds a finger and stills for a few moments, then begins to work his fingers in wide circles.

  “Fuuuuck,” I moan as I ride Gray, clenching around him. “Oh God, guys.”

  “Tell me before you come,” Kevin instructs me. Gray cups my face and kisses me hard.

  “How do you feel?” he breathes.

  “Amazing,” I reply with a smile.

  “Oh, you’re definitely fucking amazing,” he says.

  “I think I’m gonna…”

  Before I can complete the sentence, Kevin pulls his fingers out and quickly replaces them with his cock, nudging the head inside and then slides all the way in and covers both Gray and I with his large body.

  “Fuck!” Gray cries and I bite my lip at the sting of tears.

  “Are you okay,” Kevin asks me urgently. “Talk to me, Bailey.”

  “So good,” I choke out. And it is. Holy shit, it so is. I feel full to bursting, but feeling them both inside me at once is life changing. “Oh God, so good.”

  “I’m not going to move yet,” Kevin says through clenched teeth. “Just get used to us.”

  Gray and Kevin lock gazes over my shoulder as they each take one of my hands and link our fingers.

  We’re connected, in the most miraculous way I’ve ever experienced.

  “You can move,” I whisper and gasp when Kevin pulls out, and as he pushes back in, Gray pulls out, relieving the full sensation, but making my body explode in electricity. They set a smooth rhythm, a push-pull, that makes me tingle, and makes me feel like the most desirable woman they’ve ever known. Their free hands are everywhere. On my back, my breasts, my hips as they rock their bodies in tandem.

  “Can you feel each other?” I whisper.

  “Oh yeah,” Gray says with a grin. “I can feel him.”

  “Does it bother you?”

  “Fuck no,” Kevin says as he bites gently on my shoulder. “It doesn’t bother us, princess.”

  “Do you know how incredible you both are?” I ask.

  “Oh God, I’m not going to last,” Kevin gasps as I feel him shiver and explode inside me just as Gray bites his lip and pushes deep inside me, tipping me over the edge with them, coming long and hard, my body wracked in contractions.

  It’s the most intense orgasm of my life.

  When we’ve all regained our senses, the guys pull out of me and roll me onto my side.

  “Are you okay?” Kevin asks as he brushes my hair off my cheeks and kisses me tenderly on my lips, then my cheek.

  “I can’t imagine feeling much better than this,” I reply with a smile.

  Gray is nuzzling my breasts, gently kissing my nipples, then drags his nose up my neck and kisses me softly.

  “I love you, sweetheart.”

  “I love you,” I reply happily. I reach for Kevin’s hand and kiss it, then look up into his amazing green eyes. “And I love you.”

  Chapter Nine

  Three months later…

  ~Kevin~

  “Where is she?” I ask as I pace the floor and glance out the living room window for the third time.

  “You’ve asked me that six times in the past five minutes. She’s on her way,” Gray replies calmly and shakes his head at me.

  “How can you be so calm?”

  “Getting all worked up isn’t going to get her here any sooner.”

  “I hate it when you’re rational.” I glare at him.

  “I’m surprised you know the meaning of the word,” he replies with a laugh and only laughs harder when I flip him off. “Is that any way to treat me on a day like today?”

  I shove my hand through my hair and pace away, glancing around our house. Bailey has added so much to our home. She’s decorated and added plants and fussy touches here and there. But more than that, she’s made us come alive.

  She’s the best part of us.

  Now, if she would just get her sexy ass home…

  ***

  ~Gray~

  I’m as keyed up as Kevin is. Where the fuck is she? She called us from her event site forty-five minutes ago and said she was on her way home. She should have been here twenty minutes ago.

  “Maybe she got stuck in traffic,” Kevin suggests.

  “It’s a bit late in the evening for traffic,” I remind him, making him growl.

  “She’s doing this on purpose. She knows and she’s doing it on purpose.”

  “She doesn’t know a thing about it,” I reply, sounding much calmer than I feel. Shit, could she know?

  “Did you get the back yard set up?” he asks anxiously.

  “You know I did. You just saw it yourself.” I shake my head in exasperation. “Jesus, calm the fuck down.”

  “What if she’s been in an accident?” he asks, near hysteria when we both hear her car door slam and whip toward the front door.

  She walks in with a small smile on her lips and when she looks up at us that smile blooms across her face, lighting her up.

  God, every time I look at her it’s as if it’s the first time.

  ***

  ~Bailey~

  “When you smile at me like that, it’s like a kick to the gut,” Kevin whispers and Gray nods beside him. They’re both staring at me like they’re starving tigers and I’m dinner.

  I fucking love it when they look at me like this. It usually means we’re about to have a damn fun time.

  “Hey, guys.” I tilt my head as I shut the door behind me. “What’s going on?”

  “Why does anything have to be going on?” Gray asks. “Can’t we just be happy to see you?”

  I drop my bags on the nearest couch and prop my hands on my hips as I watch them.

  “I love it that you’re happy to see me but you both look guilty. What’s going on?”

  They glance at each other and then laugh as they each take a hand and kiss it, then take turns kissing my lips quickly.

  Way too quickly.

  “Kissing is always good,” I murmur and lean in for another, but Gray chuckles and kisses my forehead instead.

  “And you’
ll get plenty, but first we want to show you something.”

  “Ah, the plot thickens.”

  They flank me, looping my arms through theirs, and escort me through the house to the back patio.

  “Oh, wow,” I whisper as I take in the white lights that have been strung over head and the table covered in a huge bouquet of my favorite stargazer lilies.

  “Here.” Kevin pulls a chair back from the table and motions for me to sit in it. As I do, both men take one knee before me. I cover my mouth with both hands and watch them through tear-filled eyes.

  “Are you kidding me?” I whisper.

  Gray smiles in that sweet way he does when I’ve amused him and Kevin just chuckles and shakes his head.

  “Can we have your hands, please?” Gray asks.

  They each take a ring box out of their pockets.

  “We had trouble deciding who should go first, but finally came to the conclusion that we should do it based on who’s oldest, so I get to go first,” Kevin says with a wink.

  “You’re two months older.” I laugh and dab at my eyes with a napkin, then give them my hands again.

  “He’s still older,” Gray replies with a laugh.

  “And nervous,” Kevin adds as he licks his lips. Oh, my sweet man. He’s good at being silly and outspoken, but I’ve learned that he has a soft side too. “I love you, Bailey.” He pins me in his green gaze. His blonde hair is all messed up from his nervous fingers, I’m sure. “You’ve brought so much to my life in the past few months. I can’t imagine my life without you, and I don’t ever want to know what that reality feels like. I want you to be mine, to be ours for the rest of our lives.”

  Gray clears his throat, catching my attention. His blue eyes are calm and clear. “I love you Bailey, for all of the million little things that make you you, and for all of the ways you’ve made us better. I can’t wait to see what the future brings for us.”

  They glance at each other and then back at me as the tears finally spill over and down my cheeks.

  “Marry us,” Gray says. “Spend the rest of your life with us.”

  “We will spend every day of our lives devoted to you, Bailey. We promise you that.”

  I bring their hands up to my lips and kiss them both at the same time.

  “I would be honored to marry you,” I reply and find myself in the biggest bear hug of my life, trapped between two very strong, very happy men. Gray lifts me off my feet and kisses me with everything he has, then passes me off to Kevin for the same treatment before they open the ring boxes, which are both… empty.

  “That’s the way to knock a girl off her feet,” I say with a laugh. What do my amazing men have up their sleeves?

  “We thought of each buying you a knockout engagement ring, and you could wear one on each hand,” Gray begins.

  “Then we thought about buying just one ring,” Kevin continues. They’re both looking down at the boxes, almost as if they’re embarrassed, then they both look up at me.

  “But that’s not who you are,” Gray says. “Every time we try to spoil you with something expensive, you decline.”

  “I don’t need…” I begin but Kevin lays his finger over my lips, shutting me up.

  “Yes, we’ve heard it, over and over again,” he says with a smile.

  “We’d like for us to all wear matching platinum bands, if that’s okay with you,” Gray says. “If we’re way off base here and you’d rather have the diamonds, we’ll happily buy them, but we didn’t think that’s what you’d want.”

  God, they know me so well. I swipe at the tears pouring down my cheeks and shake my head.

  “Oh shit, we fucked up.” Kevin rubs his fingers over his lips as I laugh.

  “No, you’re right. This is perfect. Matching bands are perfect.” I pull both of their faces close and kiss them, then they lean their foreheads against mine. “I love you both so much. How do we do this? I’m quite sure a marriage between the three of us isn’t legal, even in the state of Washington.”

  “No,” Kevin agrees and looks at Gray.

  “You’ll marry Kevin legally and take his name,” Gray says and shushes me as I begin to protest. “He’s the oldest.”

  “We come to the table equally, Bailey,” Kevin continues. “We make the same amount of money, and most of what we own is in both our names. Either of us can put you on our insurance policies. We can both take care of you equally, so we decided that it should be the older of the two of us.”

  I shake my head and bite my lips. “It doesn’t feel right.”

  “Washington is a liberal state, sweetheart, but not that liberal.” Gray smiles and brushes his knuckles down my cheek. “It’s okay. We know that we love each other and are committed to each other.”

  I chew on my lip, considering the options. “I’ll legally marry Kevin, but I’m changing my name to Bailey Welling-McDermitt.”

  Both of their jaws drop as they watch me in a stunned silence.

  “You’d do that?” Gray’s voice is hoarse as his eyes fill with tears.

  “People will know, Bailey. You won’t be able to hide that you’re married to both of us.” Kevin tucks my hair behind my ear. “Are you sure you want that?”

  “Are you ashamed of me?” I ask uncertainly. “Are you ashamed of the three of us being together?”

  “Hell no,” they reply in unison.

  “Fuck people then,” I insist. “You will be my husbands. I’m not ashamed of either of you. I love you.” I link my fingers with theirs again. “If we’re going to do this thing, we’re going to do it right. I’ll take both of your names.”

  “I love you so much,” Gray whispers and he crushes me against him, clinging to me.

  “I love you too.”

  “Well,” Kevin says and he kisses my forehead and wipes the tears from my cheek and Gray continues to hold me against him. “It’s going to be one hell of an adventure.”

  “My favorite kind,” I reply with a wide smile.

  Breathe With Me

  Book Seven in the With Me In Seattle Series

  By

  Kristen Proby

  BREATHE WITH ME

  Book Seven in the With Me In Seattle Series

  Kristen Proby

  Copyright © 2014 by Kristen Proby

  All Rights Reserved. This book may not be reproduced, scanned, or distributed in any printed or electronic form without permission from the author. Please do not participate in or encourage piracy of copyrighted materials in violation of the author’s rights. All characters and storylines are the property of the author and your support and respect is appreciated. The characters and events portrayed in this book are fictitious. Any similarity to real persons, living or dead, is coincidental and not intended by the author.

  Cover Art:

  Photography by: Regina Wamba of Mae I Design and Photography

  Models: Tena and Preston Pettis

  Cover Design: Okay Creations

  Dedication

  For Pamela:

  I can never repay you, not just for everything you’ve done for me, but for your friendship as well. I love you.

  Prologue

  Eleven years ago

  ~Meredith~

  Meet u at ur place in 30. Luv u.

  I grin and type back a quick luv u 2 and snap my phone shut as I hurry home from dance class. I really wanted to skip dance today, but Mark insisted that I go. He said he understands how important dance is to me and that he would see me later.

  We are celebrating my seventeenth birthday tonight. It’s a week early because my mom will be home on my real birthday, but she’s gone tonight on a business trip, and Mark told his folks that he’s staying at a friend’s house so he can stay with me all night.

  I can’t decide if I’m super nervous or super excited. Maybe I’m both.

  Because tonight we are going to do it.

  I grin and shimmy my butt in a little happy dance in the driver’s seat of my 1995 Ford Escort. I just have enough time to tak
e a quick shower and touch up my makeup before Mark gets to my house.

  I hurry through the shower, but pay extra attention to shaving my legs and bikini line. I wipe the fog off the mirror in my bathroom and wrinkle my nose. My makeup did not survive dance and the shower, so I quickly scrub my face clean and just reapply my eyeliner and mascara and smooth some lip-gloss on my lips. Mark’s seen me without makeup plenty of times, but I want to at least look like I’m making an effort tonight.

  I pull the short black skirt and red-cropped sweater that shows off my belly out of the closet and after slipping into some lacy black underwear that I’ve been saving for this exact occasion, I shimmy into the cute outfit and take a turn before my mirror.

  “You’re so beautiful,” I hear from behind me and smile when I turn to see Mark leaning his shoulder against my doorjamb. “So this is what it looks like.”

  “This is it.” I open my arms wide and glance around my bedroom. Mom doesn’t allow Mark up here with me when he comes over.

  And, it’s probably a good idea, given what we’ll be using this room for tonight.

  Nerves suddenly take hold and I wring my fingers as giant butterflies take flight in my belly.

  “I like it.” His eyes still haven’t moved from me. I smile shyly.

  “You haven’t even looked at it.”

  He smiles and glances about my frilly room. My dance shoes are scattered about. Photos of my dance teams and friends clutter a cork bulletin board above my desk where my computer sits. A photo of him and I together at Pike’s Place Market is framed next to my bed. The top of my dresser is littered with makeup and jewelry. My double-sized bed is made neatly. I changed the sheets before I left for dance this afternoon.

  “I like it,” he repeats. “Why are you standing way over there?”

  I shrug one shoulder and glance out the window, watching the rain fall down the window pane.

  “Hey, M.” He walks to me and hugs me close. This is what I needed, the familiarity of his smell and the feel of his strong arms around my shoulders. He’s so much bigger than me. His muscles are crazy defined, but it’s his sweet smile and blue eyes that have done me in since the day I saw him in biology class last year.