Chapter Twenty-Five
We lay there together for a long time, languishing in our satiety and joy. But then the rapture rose again, and I found untapped reserves of stamina. Like a wild thing, I rode each of them, rotating from man to man, leaving them unsatisfied to draw it out, just as they'd done to me. But I came. Oh, I came repeatedly as I rode them, my body bucking and twisting while I cried out their names. My breasts bounced and my ass shook like crazy. But I didn't care how I looked. All that mattered was how I felt.
The thought that I might never have this again lingered in the back of my mind, driving me to take as much as my body could stand. I had never had so much sex in all my life. I was the girl who came once and wanted to go to sleep. Not with them. I couldn't stop. They were like a box of chocolate. As soon as I had tasted one, I kept going until I was gorging. I wouldn't stop until the box was empty.
A lavender light came through the open curtains, announcing the coming day, and still, we moaned and writhed together. Gage had me bent over a couch, taking me while the other two watched. Sometime during the long, delicious night, I discovered that I loved being watched by them. It turned me on to know that they could feel what Gage felt. And I loved it when they lost control and came without even touching themselves.
“I need someone in my mouth,” I said. “Hurry!”
Gideon rushed over and sat on the couch before me. As twilight brightened into morning, he slipped past my lips. The feel of his hot, hard flesh on my tongue sent me over again. I cried out around Gideon, my body shaking once more. How I remained upright was beyond me.
“I love how you squeeze me when you come,” Gage growled. “Oh, fuck, yes. Fuck her mouth harder, Gid. She's reaching the top.”
Gideon pumped deeper into me, harder, and Gage was right. It increased my pleasure, sending me into a place of sheer pleasure so intense that I went blind for a second.
“Oh, fuck,” Gideon moaned.
Garret roared, and his seed hit my side. It was like a battle cry, sending the rest of us over. Gage slammed into me and stayed there, cock kicking inside me, while Gideon gushed over my tongue. I swallowed and shuddered while I came down from my millionth orgasm.
When we eased apart, it was with happy groans and a delicious, wet slide of flesh on flesh. We fell into a happy heap and nestled together.
“Are we ever going to make it to a bed?” Gideon asked.
“No,” I said. “I live here now. I'll need you to bring me food and water in between fucking me.”
“Gods, woman, I love you,” Gage said.
I went still.
Gideon and Garret glared at Gage.
“Fuck,” Gage muttered. “That just slipped out. No pressure. You don't have to—”
“Gage stop,” I said. “I want this. I do. But I felt nothing magical, did you?”
The men looked at each other. This time, it was harder for me to read them.
“It's fine,” I said and sat up. “I was prepared for this to confirm that I'm not your mate. But can we do this a little longer before you move on?”
“Indigo, we don't know how it's supposed to feel,” Gideon said.
“But you are supposed to know, aren't you? You're supposed to know after sex. You said sex was the easiest way for you to know.”
“I just said I love you,” Gage growled. “We don't fall in love with women who aren't our mates.”
I went still. “Really?”
“Really,” Gage said. “You're our mate, Indigo. I'm more sure about it now than I was before.”
“Then why don't I feel different?”
“Darling, I think it could be you,” Gideon said gently. “You're holding back.”
“No. No, I wouldn't,” I said. “I want this. I want to be your mate.”
“Do you?” Garret asked. “Do you trust us? Truly trust us?”
I hesitated and all three of them made angry sounds.
“I'm so sorry!” I wailed.
“We're not upset with you, Indie,” Garret said.
“We're a little upset with you,” Gage grumbled.
“No, we're not,” Gideon said with a hard look at Gage. “We're upset that we did this with you before you were ready.”
“I practically begged for it.” I grimaced as those words sank in. Suddenly, I was ashamed. My wild behavior came back to me, and a flush rose in my cheeks. I got up and fetched my dress.
“Indigo,” Gage growled. “We're not done here.”
“You think that I'm your mate, but I don't trust you enough to let the magic happen. Is that about right?” I asked. I pulled on my dress and faced them.
They were still naked, still gorgeous, and still mad. Especially Gage. He got up and stepped over to me.
“You can't force yourself to trust someone, and you certainly can't make yourself fall in love,” Gage said. “We understand that. Are we disappointed? Yes, of course. But we can wait. Now, come back over here.” He drew me over to the other men. “You must be exhausted. Just relax for a while. I'll go make pancakes.”
I sat down between Gideon and Garret, shaking my head. “Pancakes.”
“It's the only thing he knows how to make,” Garret said.
“That's not true,” Gage said as he walked away. “I can make coffee too.”
“Coffee doesn't count,” Garret called after him.
“He makes some mean nachos,” Gideon said.
“Damn. You're right,” Garret muttered.
I didn't hear the rest of their banter. Gage’s taut ass fascinated me too much. What an ass. What a man. And, for the moment, he was mine. Would I bond with them if I trusted them? I didn't think so. I think they were making up excuses because they wanted me to be the one. They had waited centuries. If I turned out to not be their mate, it would be crushing for all of us. So, even though I didn't believe it, I would play along for as long as possible. Maybe a couple of decades or so. By then, I might have a chance of getting over them.
Gage's ass disappeared around the doorframe, and I looked at the mouthwatering masculinity on either side of me. Oh, who was I kidding? Twenty years wouldn't be enough. A lifetime wouldn't get me over them. Because I was in love too. With all three of them.