Chapter 82
CHAPTER EIGHTY-TWO
Axel won’t tell me what his plan is, but on the way back, he gets that spark in his eye that makes me both nervous and excited. Thinking about Gage sitting at home and thinking I don’t want him makes me antsy, and I drive faster.
However, when we get back, I’m scared to go inside. I didn’t mean to hurt Gage by leaving. Either of them.
Axel doesn’t open my door. He just waits for me.
I suck in a few breaths, then step outside. Axel hands me something, and I glance down. It’s his knife.
“Oh, now you give me this?” I ask.
There’s a slight smirk on Axel’s face. “I prefer my balls attached to my body, thank you very much.”
“But not Gage’s?”
“You wouldn’t cut Gage.” Axel strides toward the house with an annoying air of confidence.
When I make it inside, Gage is on the couch with Buddy. He half stands, then hesitates like he isn't sure if he should come up to me. I notice he has the new glasses on. Buddy rushes over to me.
I stop, hurt flowing through me. I hate the hesitant look in his eyes.
“Gage, I’m–”
“Read, Raven.” Axel comes over to me with a bag of things. From it, he pulls a book. Not just any book. My book. The one I got with Gage.
Axel’s voice drops an octave. “Read. Out loud. Now.”
I want to argue, but Axel’s tone tells me he’ll enjoy it too much if I argue. Instead, I take the book, move to the couch, and sit down stiffly. I glance at Gage, who’s looking at me with softness in his gaze.
“Sorry,” I say softly, looking at the ground. “I got scared, I…”
Gage moves to sit next to me, and Buddy jumps up on the couch, too.
“Read, Raven,” Axel demands loudly.
I flip the book open and start reading automatically.
“You never have to apologize for being scared, Raven.” Gage’s tone is soft.
I glance at him, and he looks nothing but sincere.
I read, but I’m not really comprehending what’s going on. All I can think about is Gage’s presence beside me, big and looming, and the way he’s being so soft. They bought me a place to open a bookstore. It’s so sweet, and I’m not sure how to express how much it means.
I switch from the story to say softly, “Axel didn’t read me your poem–”
Axel stalks into the room, and he’s carrying that bag. “Why’d you stop?”
I narrow my gaze. “What are you doing?”
“Read, and I’ll answer.”
I glare at him, but when he doesn’t respond, reluctantly, I go back to the book.
“Here’s the game,” Axel says, and when I look up, he pauses. He motions back at the book. When I start reading but not comprehending, Axel keeps talking. “You’re gonna peg Gage while you read that book.”
My gaze snaps up.
Axel winks at me, and Gage mutters, “What?”
Axel pulls something from the bag, and it takes me a second to realize what I’m looking at. It’s a harness with a hole in it. Axel pulls something from the bag. No, not something. A dildo.
And fuck, if excitement doesn’t roll through me mixed with a little fear. I’ve never pegged someone.
“Axel,” Gage grinds.
“Yes, my sugar plum?” Axel bats his eyes at him.
“What are you doing?”
“Getting you laid. Raven, please keep reading.”
I slam the book shut. Axel just stares at it, then turns his bored eyes on me. “If you stop reading, you lose the right to come.”
My mouth drops open.
“She can come whenever she wants,” Gage growls.
“Okay. Then you lose the right to come.” Axel shrugs. “Way to make it weird, brother.”
“Wait,” I say, turning to look at Gage. I expect to see anger on his face, and there is a little, but his pupils are blown, and his breathing is quick. He likes the idea.
Goosebumps run across my skin. Because I like the idea too.
“Now, Raven, please get undressed.”
I narrow my gaze at Axel. “What are you going to do?”
“Fuck that sweet pussy while you peg my brother.”
Oh fuck. Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck.
Axel leans into me, breathing on my neck. “You like that idea, little bird?”
I huff, crossing my arms. “No.”
He watches me for a second, then grins. “Keep reading. Gage, turn around.”
Gage watches me for a second, voice low. “You okay, princess?”
He’s asking about more than just this. My throat feels tight, and all I can do is drop my hand to my pocket, where I pull out the knife Axel gave me.
Gage looks at it, and then his gaze bounces up to mine.
“Axel gave it to me so I could cut his balls off.”
Slowly, Gage smiles. “The lady hath upgraded her sword.”
“Knight.” I sniff at him.
“Read,” Axel warns behind me. “And keep that thing away from my balls.”
Gage winks at me, then slowly turns away from me, giving me his back. He kneels on the couch, clasping his hands behind his back.
I’m pretty sure Axel would take great joy in taking away Gage’s right to come, so I rip my gaze away from Gage and try to find my place in the book again. I jump when I feel Axel’s hands on my waist.
“Easy,” he whispers. “Clothes first, then harness.”
His hands trace softly along the hem of my pants, and then he pulls them down, taking my panties with them.
I adjust to help him pull them off my legs.
He then pulls off my shirt, letting me pause the reading and switch the book between my hands.
I do my best to keep reading, heart pounding.
I’m pretty sure they can hear the breathlessness my voice has taken.
Something wraps about my right thigh, then clicks securely behind me. Then, my other thigh. I glance down, seeing that Axel has secured the harness to my thighs, and there’s already a flesh-colored dildo in it. My heart races, and I suck in a breath.
There’s a soft chuckle behind me, then Axel’s breath ghosts over my shoulder. “I’m gonna put some lube on your fingers so you can get him ready.”
Get him ready? Fuck, I don’t know how to do this.
“Read,” Axel reminds gently.
I force myself to go back to the page, reading out loud while cold lube drizzles down my fingers. Anxiety tries to take over, but reading forces me to pay attention to something other than the things I don’t know how to do.
“Touch him,” Axel says.
I glance at Gage, whose face is pressed to the side, looking at me. He licks his lips. “You good?”
I nod, and he flashes me a grin. Then his pants are down, and he strips his shirt; his hands are clasped behind his back again. He’s vulnerable and open before me, and it strikes me that I don’t deserve his submission.
There’s a strike of pain on my ass, and I yelp.
“Distracted?” Axel smirks.
“Jesus,” I glare at him, but Gage’s fingers clench and unclench, and I find myself staring at him again. And the ass he has offered up for me.
Slowly, I reach down, making sure to slide some of the lube down his crack, but then I reach between his legs and give his dick a pull. He’s hard already, and he lets out a small moan. A moan that makes a shiver run down my shoulders.
I remember my task and start reading again, focusing on the words instead of wondering what Gage’s ass would feel like against my fingers, about how tight he’d be if I tried to put a finger inside him.
Axel’s hand traces down my ass, and I jump. He just chuckles, then I feel him bend down, and he bites the globe of my ass.
I yelp, jumping.
Gage looks back, and Axel drones, “Eyes forward, cupcake. I don’t want to be gazing into your eyes while her wet cunt wraps around my dick.”
The words fill me with anticipation, and I cup Gage’s balls and squeeze. He closes his eyes and moans, rocking into my hand. Then slowly, ever so slowly, I trace my hand up to where I feel his asshole, rimming my fingers across it.
Gage groans this time, pressing back into me. As he does, I feel Axel’s fingers drop down to my pussy, feathering across it.
I run my fingers over Gage’s asshole a little firmer, and he bucks back into me again. “Fuck, princess. Both hands.”
I pause and wait for him to look back over his shoulder. Then, I get back to reading the book in my other hand.
Gage groans, but I keep teasing him, emboldened.
As I do, Axel teases me, fingers circling my clit just enough to get me excited before backing away.
He does it a few times, and I get annoyed, putting my finger on Gage’s asshole, feeling the warm lube.
Then, I push, and my finger pops in. Gage lets out a full moan, clenching around me.
Slowly, I piston it in and out, listening for the way his breathing flutters.
It’s so fucking hard to focus on the book when all I want to do is listen closer to the sounds Gage is making.
“Axel,” I huff, dropping the book and handing it back to him. “That’s enough.”
“It’s enough when I say it’s enough.” He leans up and bites the side of my neck. I gasp, arching my back, feeling my finger move in Gage, and his body tenses. I find myself torn between fighting Axel and just allowing him to direct the scene.
“I promise I’ll let you enjoy it, pretty bird.” Axel hums into my neck. “I just want to hear you come while you’re trying so desperately to obey me.”
The thought sends a shiver through me. He wants to hear the same sounds I want out of Gage. Axel is just like me.
For a brief second, I wrestle with the idea. Submitting means giving over an obscene amount of power. But then I look at the man submitting under me. He looks so beautiful and powerful. Not broken. Happy.
So I let out a breath and start reading the book again.
“Good girl,” Axel’s voice has gone growly, and he goes at my clit with renewed purpose.
Slowly, I slip another finger up to where my other one is, pressing experimentally.
Gage pushes back against me, so I pull out my one finger enough to slip another in.
Gage’s body bucks, but he lets out a soft moan.
I freeze, unsure if he’s uncomfortable, but Gage glances back at me with a soft, shy look, and his pupils are blown.
His look sends pleasure shooting through me like lightning, and a small breath escapes me.
Axel soaks it up. I feel his body shiver behind me, and he attacks my clit with firm circles. As I read, I feel my body building up higher and higher. I’m close, so close, my breaths getting faster despite my effort to hide it.
Then Gage clenches hard on my fingers, and Axel tweaks my clit, and I come, moaning out my next word in a long breath, my voice getting deeper as the orgasm stretches on and on.
“Good girl. Good fucking girl. Trust me, and I’ll reward you.” Axel continues to play, dragging out my pleasure. Gage must be groaning, too, and the sounds are enough to stretch out the pulses in my body.
I blink, focusing fully on Gage on his knees in front of me. He looks blissed out, fine tremors going through his thighs as he leans heavily against the couch. His asshole is relaxed now, everything slippery from the lube.
I pull my fingers out and swipe the dildo along his ass, catching the loose lube and using it to prep the dick.
A shiver of something runs across my skin. I’m not sure if it’s fear, anticipation, or both. But I do know that the sight of Gage spread out for me, trusting me, fills me with a warm feeling in my chest.
I don’t deserve this.
I stare at him, eyes suddenly feeling prickly.
Gage glances back at me, and then something brushes my hand. I glance down, blinking. It’s his hand. He grabs my finger and squeezes it once, twice. Then he says so softly I almost don’t catch it, “I’ll read you the poem later, princess.”
Axel’s fingers slow, then his lips are at the place where my neck connects to my shoulder, and he kisses it gently. “What are we whispering about?”
I have to stifle a smile, and then suddenly, my eyes burn even more. Because instead of being afraid, I feel… okay. No, more than okay. I feel happy. Safe. In control. And it’s these two that made me feel that way.
A vast wave of peace washes over me, and it feels like that scary thing that’s always been around the corner fades into oblivion. I don’t need to be scared of it. I don’t need to keep running from it. Because I’m safe.
I catch myself before I can cry, focusing on the dildo to get myself back together.
Gage is ready, his hole open and glistening with lube.
“Ready?” I ask, my voice no more than a whisper.
“Never more,” Gage leans back into me softly, his legs and ass pressing into me, grounding me.
If he’s ready, maybe I can be too.
Then, slowly, I bring the tip of the dildo to Gage’s ass. He arches his back, and the tip disappears inside him.
The sight fills me with an erotic thrill. Gage’s body accepts everything I have to give him, pushing back on the strap like he’s eager for it. Like he’s eager for me.
I reach a hand down to grab his dick, and it’s hot and throbbing.
“No, wait, I’ll come.”
I grin, and then I feel something pressing against me. Axel is standing behind me, rubbing his dick along my slit.
I bend over to give him a better angle, leaning against Gage’s back, feeling the rumbles in his back and the pressure of my tits pressed up against him. I take a little bite out of Gage’s side, enjoying the way he tenses for a second, then relaxes back into me.
Axel presses into me, and the sudden feeling of fullness hits me all at once. His movement forces me deeper into Gage, which makes him grunt. It feels so overwhelming that my brain short-circuits.
Axel doesn’t let me overthink it. He just rocks into me, dick rubbing up against my G-spot, pushing me into ecstasy. I reach around, grabbing Gage’s dick and just holding. I squeeze as he pulses once, twice. Then he bucks back into me, jerking back and forth.
“Oh Raven, fuck, I think I’m gonna–”
“Come,” I demand, jerking him off. With a high-pitched groan, he does, his entire body locking as pulse after pulse of cum spurts from him.
Axel groans, cupping my neck and yanking me back to his chest. Then he pounds into me, taking my body in claiming strokes that feel like he’s branding me as his. The movement forces me and the dildo into Gage’s body, and he groans, bracing his legs wider.
As I come, I realize that I didn’t want to run from these two in the first place. I was just afraid. Afraid of things not being perfect. Afraid of getting hurt.
But you know what?
Things will never be perfect. Life will never be perfect. I will never be perfect.
But that doesn’t mean I can’t be happy. That I can’t be safe, even when I’m scared.
And that’s really all I need.