The Triplets' Rejected Disabled Mate Chapter 107

Catherine POV

Colt and Sam only got to bed around 3 a.m., and I was unable to fall asleep due to worry.

Grey said that I had unconsciously searched for them throughout the night, and at one stage I had become anxious about them not being around.

He had pulled me closer to his chest, holding my shivering body.

"They will be back soon," he said, kissing the back of my head. "I promise."

I couldn't but only trust Grey. He was connected to his brothers and would know if something was wrong.

I tried to get some sleep, but it was useless.

I needed a distraction.

"Grey," I said, shaking him lightly. He was a deep sleeper. "Grey, love, please wake up."

I was surprised that Grey woke up and opened his eyes.

"What's wrong?" He asked.

"I still can't sleep," I said.

Grey sighed and pulled himself into a sitting position, then searched for his shirt.

"Come on," he said. "I have an idea."

Grey got up, and I shifted closer to the edge, and he picked me up and carried me out of the room.

"Where are we going, Grey?" I asked as he headed down the hallway.

"Kitchen," he said.

Once there, Grey set me on a bar stool and headed to the fridge.

He grabbed some contents and placed them on the counter, then moved to a cupboard and searched for something in there.

My gaze moved over Grey's perfectly sculpted back. I wanted to run my hands down his back, leaving nail markings there.

I licked my lips, bending over the counter to have a better view when Grey bent down.

Oh my goddess, Grey's ass was so nice and firm, I just wanted to spank it.

"He surely looks delicious," Kia suddenly purred inside my mind.

"You tell me," I said.

"I wonder if Grey would f*ck us on the kitchen counter," Kia said.

Grey pulled the apron closer and threw it over his head, and my eyes widened thinking of the possibility of him making love to me here.

"Baby," I called. "Come here, please."

Grey narrowed his eyes at me but got closer.

I pulled the apron over his head and set it aside, then pulled his shirt over his head, dropping it to the floor.

"What are you doing?" He asked when I pulled the apron over his head.

"You said you love roleplay," I whispered in his ear. "Now drop your boxers, Mr. Naked Chef."

Grey's eyes darkened. He pulled me closer, crashing his lips on mine before he dropped the unwanted piece of material to the floor.

We broke apart, both of our breathing racing.

Grey leaned forward, and his warm breath brushed against my nape.

"I am going to f*ck you on this kitchen counter in just a bit," he said huskily.

His words hit home, making me spill my juices and soak Colt's shirt.

A lustful smile fell on Grey's lips as he moved away from me, leaving me out of breath.

I leaned forward, spanking Grey's bare butt, and my gaze followed him as he moved back to the other side of the counter, pouring milk into a container and placing it in the microwave.

Grey turned around, giving me a perfect view of his backside and ass.

Oh Goddess, he was so yummy!

"Do you like the view?" Grey cheekily asked.

"Mmm," I answered, too lost in his scent and lust. I couldn't wait to taste him. I was already burning with desire to have him inside of me.

Grey placed two glass mugs on the counter, peeked at me under his lashes, and smiled.

Tonight, he had me to himself and could bend me to his will.

My gaze roamed over his perfectly built arms, dreaming of possible ways he could bend me over and have me.

Grey finished up with our drinks and went around the counter, handing me a drink.

"Taste," he said.

"I would rather taste you," I replied.

Grey's eyes darkened even more, and his arousal hit my nostrils. He slowly came closer, taking the warm beverage from my hands and placing it on the counter.

"You surely like to tease," he said, pushing his rock-hard cock against my abdominal area. "But I can do better!"

Grey lifted me from the bar stool and threw my legs over his shoulders.

I yelled out, surprised, as he raised me into the air.

Before I could even complain. Grey had my body leaning against the cold wall, and his tongue was forming circles on my sweet spot.

My breathing started to rise, and I cocked my back, giving him full access to my p*ssy.

Grey was digging in, and the sweet torture on my clitoral area was spilling my juices all over his face.

He had lifted Colt's shirt, giving him access to his breasts.

"This flower is the sweetest nectar I have ever tasted," Grey said. "It sure will make the best honey in this Naked Chef's kitchen."

It was corny, I know, but it was the most spontaneous thing Grey ever said.

Grey carefully set me down on the kitchen counter, spread my legs, and started to pump his index finger inside me while

untied the apron and threw it aside.

I was already ready to explode around his finger when he moved his cock up and down my slide.

"Oh, Mr. Grey," I moaned, "my beautiful Naked Chef, make me some honey."

Grey pushed his shaft inside me, making me moan out loud. He pinned my hands above my head, moved the shirt aside, giving him a view of my breasts, and started trusting inside me.

The more and harder he trusted inside me, the louder I moaned. I was already out of breath and ready for my release.

Grey had other plans.

He slowed his trust, moving his lower body in little circles, driving my core insane, and then when I thought he had tortured me enough, he would trust hard inside me, making me gasp for air and moan his name.

Grey lifted me off the counter and moved toward the wall.

His lips were on my nape, kissing and nibbling at every spot he could, as he trusted inside me.

Small little stars formed in my view, and my walls tightened.

I cocked my back, feeling everything inside me tighten.

"Oh, baby," I moaned. "Harder, baby, harder..."

Grey bit my nipple, and I moaned Grey's name as I reached my peak.

Grey rode his own orgasm out, pounding inside me until he grunted and released his hot seeds inside me.

Grey pulled my lips to his, slowly kissing me.

"I think I am ready to go to bed now," I said when we broke apart.

Grey chuckled, amused, and shifted me in his arms to carry me back to the kitchen counter.

Only, we didn't expect to have someone waiting for us...

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