TIED: A Steamy Small Town Romance (Reckless Falls Book 3)

by Vivian Lux

  "Harper?" I called.

  There was a faint scratching sound and then a bang, then that same tinny voice, louder this time. "Is that... Grayson is that you?"

  I felt my face stretch into a smile so wide I was afraid my mouth would break. "Yeah baby. Yeah, it's me."

  "It's us," Cal chimed in from over my shoulder.

  "You..." There was that scratching sound again. "You're here? How did you get here?"

  "Cal's truck," I told her. "It wasn't very comfortable. Mind if we come in?"

  "Stretch our legs?" Cal added.

  There was a long stretch of silence. I looked at Cal who looked away and I knew he was thinking exactly what I was thinking. One time we could write off, call it a fluke. Something to cross off our bucket lists, like Harper said. But a second time? A second time, that made it into something real. Something that we couldn't ignore. A second time made it clear that this was something we wanted...especially after driving through the night to make it happen.

  There was a buzz, then a click. Cal grabbed the door and yanked it open, but I shoved past him. "You don't know which apartment is hers!" Cal hissed, reminding me.

  But I didn't need to know. "Harper," I breathed, stopping short.

  She stepped out into the hallway, feet bare, green eyes shining. Were those tears? Was she happy or sad? Or pissed?

  There was only one way to find out.

  "I've fucking missed you," I said, moving to catch her in my arms. Before she could stop me, before she could say anything, I was kissing her, and holy fuck she was kissing me back and that's when I knew that her tears were tears of happiness, of relief, because I felt them too. I had her again.

  We had her again.

  Cal slid behind her, kissing her neck, her shoulders. She made a sound against my mouth, and her hand flung out, pulling us back into her apartment before anyone could see. Where we could be reunited, for real.

  Chapter Thirty-One

  Harper

  I'd come home from my disaster of a meeting and gone straight to bed. I slept so hard that the noise of my door buzzer blended with the noises of my dream. Grayson's voice filtering through the buzzy pop of the speaker convinced me I hadn't woken up yet. And when Callum announced they were both here, at my building in the early morning, I was convinced it all had to be a dream.

  I was still convinced they weren't real, even as they were kissing me before I could close my door.

  "Wait!" I begged, pulling back. Gray blinked at me with his warm eyes. The muscle at the top of Cal's jaw jumped and I saw his Adam's apple bob as he swallowed.

  I took one look at them both, and I burst into tears.

  "You're here? You're really here?" I babbled as I brushed my hair down Callum's cheek.

  "Shh, baby," he soothed, catching my hand. "It's okay, it's okay."

  Gray ran his hand up and down my back as Cal cupped my face and I was certain they had no idea why I was crying and I was pretty certain I had no idea either, other than I felt like some hole inside of me, some aching longing was finally healed.

  "What are you doing here?" I demanded, but I didn't want to know the answer to that. I had to keep touching them, reassuring myself that they were real, and solid, standing here with me in my apartment. I needed to know that I hadn’t somehow conjured them out of the desperate loneliness I didn't know I was suffering from until this very moment. .

  Gray caught my fingers and pressed them to his lips. "We're here," he said softly. Then he grinned against my fingertips. "I mean, Cal didn't want to come..."

  "Fuck off," Callum growled, as he bent his lips to my neck. "We both wanted to come."

  "But…" I wanted to say something about how crazy this all was. How we all had our own separate lives in two separate places. How I had so much going on in my life right now, and I couldn't afford the least little bit of distraction. How I'd had so much trouble adjusting to returning to the city, and their presence was only going to make it that much harder to stay here...

  But any words died on my lips as Cal raked his fingers across the opening of my blouse. "Why aren't you naked?" he demanded.

  "I was wondering the same thing," Gray said, sliding his fingers past my waistband.

  "You haven't even given me a chance," I protested. "You guys are so grabby."

  "Yep," Cal said, and he had my pajama top somehow almost undone already. "I've got two weeks of pent-up wanting you, right here," he said, cupping his hand against his groin. "I'm not in the mood to take it slow, are you Gray?"

  "I'm wondering why you're not moving faster," Gray said, and I sucked in my breath to hear a stitch pop as he yanked my pajama bottoms down. Then I gasped as I felt him pressing against me, the length of him, already impossibly long and hard, and I believed him when he said he'd been wanting this for weeks now, because I felt the same damn way.

  "Then hurry up," I barked, smacking Cal's hand away and finishing the final button myself.

  "Aw listen to her. The lady is getting demanding," Cal said, tilting my chin upward. He fixed me with those eyes of his. "I like it," he growled as his lips covered mine. I surrendered into his kiss, rough and demanding as always, loving the way his blonde stubble, nearly invisible on his cheek, marked me as he kissed me so hard. I loved the way that Gray's fingers delved into the skin of my thighs, kissing a trail down my spine and raising goosebumps along my arms. I moaned as his fingers splayed across me, and then moaned again when they slipped inside of me, as if by accident.

  "Oh, shit, feel how wet you are already, girl," Gray panted against my neck.

  I couldn't speak with Cal's lips still on me, but I moaned some inarticulate sighing sound as Cal dragged his fingers down the front of me to come to rest directly on top of my clit.

  "I feel it," Cal murmured against my mouth. A ragged gasp escaped my lips as they began moving in some kind of perverted rhythm, Cal's thumb brushing and rubbing my clit in time with the forceful thrust of Gray's fingers. He slid one, then two then three inside of me, stretching me, and I sagged against him, flinging my arms over Cal's shoulders. They held me, suspended there between the two of them as I went completely boneless and at their mercy, every inch of my skin on fire, my ears filled with the sound of their filthy, dirty talk.

  I threw my head back, resting it on Gray's shoulder, and gave myself over to the mounting heat that gathered inside of me. There was no escape, I was sandwiched between them, acutely aware of Cal's length pressing into me in the front, and Gray's brushing up against me in the back. They had made me the meat in the middle of their sandwich and it was so dirty, and so wonderful at the same time.

  "Goddammit!" I yelled, convulsing in a sharp shudder. Cal's fingers were moving so fast, and Gray's were holding me so tight, delving in and out of me, that I raised up on my tiptoes. "Shit, shit, shit!" I exhaled and a ragged half gasp, half scream tore from my throat as the white-hot bolt coursed through me.

  "Fuck me if that wasn't the hottest thing I've ever seen," Gray hissed into my ear.

  I flung my arm out and pulled him down to me. He rested his forehead on mine for a moment and then he broke out into a wide smile before kissing me. "I'm so glad you're here,” I whispered. "I missed you so much."

  "What did you miss?" Cal growled, his voice low and dangerous. "Tell us."

  I turned to him and bit my lip. "You know."

  "No, I'm not sure I do," Gray said against my neck. "Say it."

  "I missed you...you know."

  "You missed..." Cal prompted, reaching out to tweak my nipple.

  "I missed you fucking me," I hissed as the sharp pain spread into searing heat. "I missed the way you spanked my ass."

  Cal made a low noise and looked at Gray and I felt Gray nod against my shoulder and even though I had no idea what they'd just said to each other without speaking, I must have known on instinct because my body seemed to turn to jelly.

  "You have a dirty mouth, Harper," Cal said, taking me by the hand. "What should we do with your dirty mouth?"
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  Chapter Thirty-Two

  Callum

  Feeling her come against my fingers undid me. My thoughts connected right to my mouth with no brain in between.

  "You have a dirty mouth Harper McCabe," I told her, grabbing a fistful of her hair and yanking it back to expose her throat.

  "Yeah," Gray said. He was somewhere behind her. Kneeling, doing something with his hands to make her gasp. And fuck if I didn't like that. Knowing that he was doing something to make her squirm even as I cupped her face with both my hands. "What happened to the wholesome little pigtailed girl I knew?" he asked.

  And yeah, that was fucking hot too. "I'd like to put your hair in pigtails right now," I grabbed her hair in my fist again. "Good handlebars."

  "But that mouth of hers," Gray growled. "You shouldn't be talking that way Harper, somebody needs to shut you up." My heart started to race in my chest as Gray looked over her shoulder at me. "Don't you think Cal?"

  I nodded, unable to speak for a second. "Yeah," I said, my voice catching in my throat. I pressed down on her shoulders. "Shut her up, Gray,"

  He growled as she moaned aloud, turning to him as she dropped to her knees. Fuck, why was this so hot? That wasn't my dick that was being enveloped by those pillowy lips, but somehow it was almost as hot. Watching her fall down in front of him, it was dirty, and perverted, and I loved every second of it.

  "Yes," I told her, quickly pulling down my jeans cupping my cock in my hands. "Move your head, just like that baby, take it all in, take it all the way down."

  Her eyes were shut tight and she was making these little moaning noises, deep in her throat, muffled around Grayson. I stroked myself intently, watching for a moment before I couldn't take it any longer. "Get that ass up," I ordered her, smacking her lightly on the ass cheek. She responded by arching her back, giving me a perfect view of that pretty pink slit. "Higher," I ordered, cracking my hand across her other cheek. Bright pink marks bloomed under my hand, and her whole body flushed in response. "God I love your skin," I told her. "You blush like it's your job. Open your legs, get those hips higher, I need to eat this pussy before I go insane."

  She arched her hips higher, and I buried my face, into her, thrusting my tongue into her like mad. My cock was a diamond, straining for her. But first I needed to remind myself of the way she tasted, reminding myself that her sweet nectar was better than anything I'd ever tasted. I could get drunk off her, right now, with the sound of her muffled gasp in my ears. I was addicted to this, feeling her move between us, hearing all of the sounds that the three of us made, mingling like music.

  "Fuck," I groaned, as I stood back up again, positioning myself against her hips. She arched herself higher and my cock found her entrance. I pressed myself there, waiting, teasing her with the tip, and she moaned and rocked backwards, impaling herself without any help from me.

  "Fuck that's hot, move, just like that, rocking back on your hands and knees," I ordered her. She did just as I said, alternating between impaling herself on my cock, and sliding her lips along Gray's. I watched, entranced, as her greedy pussy devoured me, and it was everything I could do to hold myself back so as not to explode with desire.

  "Jesus," Gray said, and he buried his hands in her hair, fisting into two pigtails. That was too much for me, I looked away and suddenly I was driving myself into her as hard as I could, burying myself all the way to the hilt. She yelped against his cock, and the sound was like nothing I'd ever heard before. I grasped her hips, driving myself into her, again and again, forcing that yelp from her mouth with each well-timed thrust.

  "Jesus, I'm gonna...fucking...and I'm not ready..." Gray gasped, pulling her head back, and backing away.

  I slid out from her and turned her around, loving the way she was trembling even as she tried to stand. "Has anyone ever been in your ass before, Harper?" I asked her.

  Her eyes widened and she shook her head. Her lips were all bright pink and bruised.

  I bent to kiss them hard. "That's okay," I told her. "But I want you to think about it, because the idea of having us both inside of you while we watch your face is turning me on more than anything."

  "Holy shit, yes," Gray echoed.

  "Go on and put me in your mouth," I told her. "I want you to taste how you taste. I want you to lick all traces of yourself off of my cock, you got it?"

  She nodded eagerly and made to move to her knees.

  "No," Gray said, catching her beneath the waist. "Over here, on your bed. I'm about to fuck you, all day long, so I think you'd better pace yourself."

  Chapter Thirty-Three

  Grayson

  The way her body curved into mine, it was like she was made for me. I laid down behind her, smoothed my hand over the curve of her side, then slid my fingers over her pussy one more time, just to hear her groan around Cal's cock.

  I wanted to fuck her. No, I needed to fuck her, but I also needed to taste her over and over again, fucking eat my fill of her. So even though my cock was at a right angle, so hard it fucking hurt, I moved over her instead.

  "Spread your legs, Harper," I told her. "No, keep sucking Cal's cock while you do." I grinned evilly. "I'm gonna see if I can distract you from giving him head."

  "Fucker," Cal growled, then groaned as Harper took him in deeper.

  "No, that comes next," I told him. "But first, this."

  I buried my face between her legs. Those first licks, those were for me. I could taste her heat, her sweetness. I licked her all over, swirling my tongue around her entrance to make her jerk and arch towards me. "You still able to suck his cock when I do this, baby?" I teased her, slipping my finger inside of her to catch that special spot that made her eyes go wide.

  "She sure is," Cal said, exhaling sharply. "If anything, her mouth feels even better."

  "What about this?" I drew my tongue upward and then drew her clit into my mouth and gave it a gentle suck.

  "Fuck!" Harper shot up and away from Cal, her eyes wide as she arched upward, grinding herself against me. I laughed inwardly as I felt her come around my finger, her pussy gripping me tighter than I thought possible.

  "Not even mad, that was hot as fuck," Cal grunted, reached down to play with her breasts. "Did he make you come, Harper?" He buried his face in her neck and sucked greedily. "My turn."

  I moved alongside of her again, and Cal took my place between her legs. "You taste even better than I remember," he told her, burying his face against her. I held her tightly as she stiffened, and then fell back boneless and it was enough just to watch her face as he devoured her.

  Her eyelids twitched, her lips parted, and then all at once she turned and fixed her green eyes right on me. "Yeah, let me see you," I told her. "Watch me. Keep watching me. I want to see your face as he makes you come."

  Her eyes went wide and then she squeezed them shut and groaned. "No Harper, watch me." I cupped her face with my hand and turned her head, kissing her roughly on the mouth. "Open your eyes."

  At that moment her breath caught in her throat and her eyes flew back open again and fixed on mine and, holy shit, I was right there watching her fall to pieces in front of me. "Fucking hell," I said over and over again as Cal stood back up again and caught her lips with his. He kissed her, making her taste herself on his lips while all the while I kept babbling. "Fucking hell, Harper. Fucking hell."

  This fucking girl, man. I wrapped my arm around her waist, spooning closer to her and buried my face in her neck at the same time I buried my cock in her pussy.

  "Damn you feel good from this angle," I whispered, just to drive her crazy.

  "Open your mouth, Harper," Cal ordered. He sounded like he was ready to explode. "I'm going to fuck your mouth while he fucks your pussy."

  The way she obeyed him instantly made me lose my fucking mind. I held her tighter, catching her arms at her sides and fucking her with everything I had. She was pinned between me and Cal, unable to do anything other than moan. The flush that heated her cheeks and turned her chest a rosy s
hade of pink had me crazy in an instant. "I should have been fucking you this way all along," I told her. "How deep do you think I can go? That's right, curl your toes as I rub your clit for you, here, put your hand right here, no baby, keep sucking him, I don't want to hear you stop. Play with yourself as I fuck you, Harper."

  Her fingers splayed and with a moan she began rubbing frantic circles over the top of her clit. "Is that how you played with yourself when you were thinking of us fucking you?" Cal grunted, grabbing her hair in his fists and yanking her head back. He kissed her hard, and then turned her to face me. I kissed her again and again, devouring her mouth.

  Her mouth was so hot and yielding and the way the little gasps escaped her lips drove me fucking insane. I pulled back, biting down on her lip to make her cry out. Cal's fingers found her perfect nipples, while he stroked his dick with his other hand.

  "She likes that, Cal," I told him. "Every time you pinch her there, her pussy tightens around my cock. You keep doing that and she's gonna come right on my dick, aren't you Harper?" I pushed myself up on my elbow, the better to fuck her harder, deeper. "Go on, come for us," I urged her. "Keep playing with your clit as you do."

  "Unh!" Her cries dissolved into a hoarse shout and suddenly I felt it. She clenched down, her whole body taut like a guitar string. The quivering seemed to start from the very center of her.

  "Holy fuck!" I gasped, entranced. "I can feel you as you're coming. Come harder, fuck, Harper. Your pussy is so fucking amazing..." I couldn't hold back and suddenly I was buried deep inside of her, coming so hard I felt like I was about to black out. Any semblance of self control was gone and I was fucking her harder than I'd ever done before, and she just kept coming, her screams of ecstasy driving me to the very edge of sanity.

  "Fuck me," Cal groaned. "Keep fucking her like that." His hand was moving faster now. "Open your mouth, Harper." She opened her mouth to scream and her buried his cock in her throat and came with a roar.