Chapter 38

Olivia

Van's phone buzzes just as our food gets delivered. We chose to eat at an old-fashioned diner that seemed stuck back in time. Lacey's Diner, with its faded red leather booths and black-and-white checkered floors, was a sanctuary away from the high-stress atmosphere of the courthouse.

"It's the DA," he mutters, standing up and walking toward the front entrance for privacy. Grady, Kipp, and I exchange wary looks.

We know what the call's about. The trial has been intense, and we're all on edge waiting for a verdict. The stakes are high, and the uncertainty has been gnawing at us, especially Van. We watch through the window as he paces, the phone pressed tightly to his ear.

Grady drums his fingers on the table, his eyes darting between the window and us. Kipp leans back in his seat, trying to appear relaxed, but I can see the worry etched into his features. I sigh, feeling the anxiety churn in my stomach.

Van finally returns, his expression unreadable. He slides into the booth next to me and lets out a long breath. "No verdict tonight," he sighs.. "We're in for another day of waiting."

The tension around the table lifts slightly, but the weight of the ongoing trial still hangs over us. Grady signals the waitress, a cheerful woman named Betty, who has been working here for a long time it seems.

"Let's get some drinks," Grady suggests. "Might as well enjoy the night."

Betty comes over, her notepad ready. "What can I get you, guys?"

We order a round of beers and settle into easy conversation, talking about anything but the trial. The beers arrive quickly, and we each take a long drink, savoring the cold, crisp taste.

As the evening wears on, we eat our burgers and fries, the diner's specialty. The food is comfortingly greasy, and we devour it. The second round of beers goes down smoother than the first, and soon, the stress of the day begins to fade.

Kipp raises his bottle in a toast. "To us, and to hopefully having a verdict tomorrow."

We clink our bottles together, and I feel a sense of camaraderie and relief. Whatever happens tomorrow, we have each other.

By the time we leave the diner, it's dark and the streetlights are on, illuminating the otherwise deserted sidewalk. We pile into Van's car, our spirits lifted by the food and drinks. The drive back to my apartment is filled with the kind of easy banter that only good friends can share.

Once we arrive, I unlock the door, and we stumble inside, laughing. The apartment feels warm and welcoming, starkly contrasting the sterile environment of the rest of our day. We make our way to the living room, where I turn on some music to keep the mood light.

Van grabs a bottle of whiskey from the kitchen and brings it over, pouring generous amounts into four glasses. "One more drink to end the night," he says, passing the glasses around.

Grady leans back, stretching his legs out. "You know," he growls. "We could make tonight even more fun."

Kipp raises an eyebrow, a slow smile spreading across his face. "What did you have in mind?"

Grady glances at me, eyes dark with desire. "Something a little more… naked."

Desire courses through me. The stress of the trial, the waiting—it all needs an outlet.

Van set his glass down, his eyes meeting mine. "I agree."

I nod, my heart racing. "Please."

The atmosphere in the room shifts, the air thickening with anticipation. Grady stands up and walks over to me, his hand cupping my chin as he leans in for a deep, possessive kiss. I melt into it, my body responding to his dominance.

Kipp moves behind me, his hands sliding under my shirt, caressing my skin. The heat of his body presses against mine, his breath hot on my neck. Van watches us, eyes dark with lust, before joining in, his hands rough and demanding as they explore my body.

The three of them work together, a seamless unit, their movements coordinated and deliberate. Grady's hands are firm on my hips as he pulls me toward him, his mouth trailing hot kisses down my neck.

The roughness of his stubble scratches against my skin, sending delectable jolts through me. Van's hands are at my waist, tugging my shirt over my head and tossing it aside. While Kipp's move up to my chest, tweaking my nipples with just the right amount of pressure to make me gasp. "Bedroom," Van commands.

We stumble toward the bedroom, a tangle of limbs and hungry kisses. Once inside, the atmosphere becomes even more charged. Grady pushes me onto the bed, and his body quickly covers mine. I arch up to meet him, the friction igniting sparks of desire.

Kipp and Van quickly shed their clothes, their bodies a contrast of lean muscle and raw masculinity. They join us on the bed, their hands roaming over my body, touching, teasing, and claiming. Grady's lips find mine again in a kiss that's bruising and demanding before he rolls off of me with a smirk.

Kipp's fingers trace a line down the valley between my breasts softly. "Let's see how much you can take," he whispers. I tingle in anticipation, my body responding to his words.

Van grabs my wrists, pinning them above my head with one hand while the other moves down to my jeans. He unbuttons them with a swift, practiced motion, pulling them down along with my underwear. I feel exposed and vulnerable, but the thrill of it only heightens my arousal.

"Don't move," Van orders in a low growl.

Grady's hands are everywhere, kneading and caressing, his touch rough yet sensual. Kipp joins in, exploring the curves of my body, finding all the sensitive spots that make me moan. Van's grip on my wrists tightens, his control absolute.

Grady's mouth finds my nipple, sucking and biting, while Kipp's hands roam lower, his fingers brushing against my inner thighs. Van's free hand moves to my neck, squeezing just hard enough to make my breath hitch.

He's never been like this before. It's new and shocking but also so fucking hot. I don't know what's come over him, but I like it.

"Look at me," Van orders, leaving no room for argument. I meet his gaze, the intensity of his eyes holding me captive. "You belong to us tonight."

"Yes," I whisper, my body quaking with desire. "I'm yours."

Van's eyes darken with satisfaction, and he leans down to claim my mouth in a searing kiss. His tongue explores mine, dominating and demanding. Grady's mouth moves lower, kissing a path down my abdomen, his teeth grazing my skin.

Kipp's fingers move to my entrance, teasing and probing. I gasp, my body arching into his touch. "Please," I beg, the word spilling from my lips before I can stop it.

"Not yet." Kipp grins wickedly. "We're just getting started."

Van releases my wrists, and I immediately wrap my arms around his neck, pulling him closer. His hands move to my hips, lifting me slightly as Grady's mouth continues its descent and Kipp's fingers press deeper, eliciting a moan from me.

Grady finds his target, his tongue flicking to taste me. I cry out; the sensation is overwhelming. Kipp's fingers pump in and out, his touch rough and insistent. Van kisses and bites on my neck, marking me as his.

The desire builds, a rising tide that threatens to pull me under. Grady works in tandem with Kipp, driving me closer to the edge. Van's hands move to my chest, pinching my nipples, adding to the sensory overload.

"Please," I beg again, my voice breaking. "I need?—"

Grady's eyes meet mine with a fierce intensity. "You'll get what you need when we're ready to give it to you."

Kipp's fingers withdraw, leaving me aching and empty. Van grabs my hips, flipping me over onto my stomach. I feel used, and incredibly turned on. They position me on all fours, their hands roaming over my body, touching and teasing.

"You're ours tonight," Van repeats, his voice a dark promise.

Grady moves behind me, gripping my hips as he positions himself. I feel the tip of his erection pressing against me, and I push back, eager for more. He enters me slowly, the stretch intense but pleasurable, and I moan, the sensation sending waves of euphoria through me.

Van moves to the front, his erection brushing against my lips. "Open," he commands, and I obey, taking him into my mouth. He groans, his hands tangling in my hair as he guides my movements. Kipp touches my back, tracing patterns on my skin.

Grady's thrusts are deep and powerful. I suck Van harder, the dual sensations pushing me toward my climax. Kipp grips his shaft, gliding his other hand between my legs, finding my neglected clit, and strokes us in time with Grady's thrusts.

The feeling is overwhelming, a tidal wave of sensation that leaves me gasping for air. Van's hips thrust forward as he takes control. Grady's pace quickens, becoming more urgent.

Kipp works me skillfully, his touch pushing me closer and closer to the brink. I feel the orgasm building, a tight coil of heat that threatens to unravel at any moment.

"Come for us," Van growls. "Now."

The command pushes me over, and I cry out around Van's length. My orgasm crashes over me and I come hard, my juices dripping onto Kipp's hand and Grady's cock.

Grady's movements became erratic, and with a final, deep thrust, he groans, finding his own release. Van's grip on my hair tightens, and his length pulses on my tongue as he comes, the salty taste filling my throat. Kipp grunts and I turn my head slightly to watch as he shoots rope after rope of cum into his hand and on my bed.

Kipp presses a gentle kiss to my shoulder. "You were amazing," he murmurs, leaning forward and tilting his head. He slides from bed and heads to the bathroom.

The rest of us collapse into a tangled heap of limbs, our bodies spent and sated. The room is filled with the sounds of heavy breathing and the faint strains of music coming from the living room. I lie between them, my body tingling.

Grady brushes my hair back from my face, his touch tender. "You did so well," he says, his eyes full of warmth.

Van's hand finds mine, squeezing it gently. "You're ours," he says again. "Always."