Cherished

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Miles tossed Eva onto the bed. She erupted into a fit of giggles as she bounced. Graham jumped onto the bed next to her, causing it to move again.

"You're going to break the bed," she said, hearing the wood bedframe groan in protest. Miles and Pierce sat much more gingerly.

"That's not nice," Graham said, pouting his lips. He leaned in for a kiss. "What do you want to do, honey?"

"Anything you want," she said.

"I like that answer," Pierce said, lifting her head into his lap.

"It's not really an answer though," Graham said, flattening his body on top of hers playfully so she was trapped under his weight. She couldn't help but laugh again. What had gotten into her? She couldn't remember ever being so happy.

"All the way," she whispered.

Graham hummed, leaning down so his lips met hers. It was gentle and slow, and not at all what she was expecting after admitting she was ready for the next step.

He smoothed the hair away from her eyes.

"Do you have a preference for who?" Graham asked.

"There's no hard feelings here, Evie," Pierce added.

"The rest of us don't even have to be in the room if you don't want us to be," Graham said.

"Please don't make me pick," she said. She would never do anything to suggest they were unequal to her. "I just want all of you to be here."

Graham agreed, his lips trailing down her neck. She felt like she was on fire, especially when he gently dragged his hips against hers. Her breath caught in her throat.

"Does that feel good, honey?" he asked, moving his hips again.

She nodded her head, mumbling, "Feels good."

Graham gave her another firm kiss on the mouth before pulling away, letting Pierce move in.

Pierce moved quickly. His movements were more frantic, urgent, like he was trying to convey every single feeling that crossed his mind. Eva was breathless, trying to keep up, and she couldn't control the way that she arched into him, silently asking for more.

She tugged at his shirt, and he lifted it over his head. He rarely let her see him without his shirt, only if he got too hot at night. His chest was littered with small scars, and his back was even worse. Then again, so was hers.

She pulled off her own shirt. His eyes raked over her body, and she felt her cheeks heat.

"We match," she said, taking his hand and placing it on a jagged scar on her abdomen.

Pierce didn't say anything; he just soaked her in with those deep eyes of his.

Graham lifted her head so she was lying between his legs. He was preoccupied by Miles' eager kisses.

"You're beautiful," Pierce said, his finger tracing over the raised skin before moving lower to the waistband of her pants.

"So are you," she said, and Pierce's lips quirked up.

He helped her pull down what was left of her clothing, leaving her bare and exposed.

Graham moved again, distracting her. Miles was shedding clothes and slinging them everywhere.

"So fucking eager," Graham mumbled when Miles' finally let him breathe, which wasn't very long. Graham was on his back, and Miles was on top, wiggling his hips impatiently.

"And making a damn mess," Pierce said.

"Shut up," Miles quipped, only pulling far enough from Graham to speak.