Chapter 18
Chapter
Eighteen
EVIE
Evie's heart thundered in her chest as she stood surrounded by the three men. Their warmth enveloped her, their scents mingling in an intoxicating blend that made her head spin. She closed her eyes, trying to process the enormity of what they were proposing.
"We... we can't," she whispered, even as her body thrummed with desire. “Can we?”
She had to ask, because as taboo as it seemed, she wanted to. Sweet sugared donuts, how she wanted to!
“How would it even work?" she asked, her voice barely audible, her subconscious asking the questions her brain didn’t even want to acknowledge.
Asher's fingers traced lazy circles on her lower back. "We'll figure it out, sugarplum. One day at a time."
His playful tone coaxed a small smile from her. Evie leaned back, feeling the solid warmth of Shepherd behind her. His beard tickled her ear as he murmured, "Let yourself have this, Evie. Let us take care of you."
Spicy cinnamon rolls, that would be nice.
Someone - three someone’s - to take care of her, give her pleasure, put her first. Had anyone ever done that?
Not since she’d become an adult. Instead, she’d spent the past eight years looking after other people.
Adrian hadn’t, and son of a biscuit, she really needed to bleach that man from her mind.
He had no place in this little cocoon Gabe, Shepherd, and Asher had woven around the four of them.
"But what will people say?"
Gabe's thumb stroked her cheek. "Does it matter what they say, if this feels right?"
Evie shook her head. “I have a son to think about…” But maybe she could just have tonight…
Evie's breath caught as she considered Gabe's words. Did it matter what people said, if this felt right? The warmth of the three men surrounding her, their gentle touches and heated gazes - it all felt more right than anything had in a long time, and she wanted it - them - so very much.
She bit her lip, wrestling with her conflicting desires. The responsible part of her knew she should step away, should think this through rationally. But another part, a part that had been neglected for far too long, yearned to give in.
"Maybe..." she whispered, her voice trembling. "Maybe just for tonight?"
The three men looked at each other and had another of those silent conversations. Sugar! How did they do that?
“If that’s all you can give us, then that’s what we’ll take,” Gabe mumbled, searching her face.
“But never doubt we want more,” Asher added, trailing his fingers up her arm.
“And we’ll push you to change your mind,” Shepherd warned, pressing his erection into the small of her back.
His frank words made Evie’s heart pound. Her resolve was already weak, but propriety kept poking its nose into her perfect bubble.
She looked at them, really looked at them.
Their eyes were dark with desire, their gazes intense.
Every single one of them was focused on her, and it was a heady feeling.
One that threatened her good sense. She swallowed hard, her mouth suddenly dry.
She couldn’t deny she wanted them. Her panties were soaked, and she was pretty sure the scent of her arousal was obvious.
All she could do was acknowledge their sentiments.
"Okay," she whispered, barely audible.
An electric current seemed to run through her as Gabe's hands cupped her face. He leaned in slowly, giving her time to change her mind. But Evie didn't want to change her mind. She met him halfway, her lips parting as they came together in a searing kiss.
Asher's fingers skimmed along her sides, leaving trails of heat in their wake. His lips found the sensitive spot just below her ear, making her gasp into Gabe's mouth. Behind her, Shepherd's strong arms wrapped around her waist, anchoring her as her knees went weak.
It was overwhelming in the best possible way - hands roaming, lips exploring, bodies pressing close. Evie's head spun as sensations flooded her. She broke away from Gabe's kiss, panting.
"Bedroom," she managed to get out between ragged breaths. "Upstairs."
The three men guided Evie up the stairs, their hands never leaving her body. She shivered as Asher's fingers trailed along her spine, while Shepherd's palm pressed against the small of her back. Gabe led the way, his expression so intense it made her pulse quicken in anticipation with each step.
As they entered her bedroom, Evie's stomach fluttered with nervous excitement. The soft glow from her bedside lamp cast intimate shadows across the room. She suddenly felt self-conscious, acutely aware of her mismatched sheets and the clutter on her dresser.
But the men didn't seem to notice or care about the state of her room. Their focus was entirely on her. Gabe cupped the back of her head as he drew her in for another deep, searching kiss. Evie melted against him, her worries fading as desire took over.
Behind her, she felt Shepherd's solid warmth as he pressed against her back. His beard tickled her neck as he trailed kisses along her shoulder. Asher's nimble fingers found the zipper of her dress, slowly lowering it as his lips brushed her ear.
Evie shivered as the cool air hit her newly exposed skin.
Her dress pooled at her feet, leaving her in just her bra and panties.
She felt a momentary flash of self-consciousness; she was as good as thirty years old, a mother.
She had padding and stretch marks and never had time to work out.
Those thoughts faded as she took in the heated gazes of the three men surrounding her.
Gabe's eyes roamed over her body, dark with desire. "You're beautiful," he murmured, his voice low and husky.
His words sent a thrill through her. They made her feel beautiful.
Evie reached for him, pulling him close so she could tug at the buttons of his shirt, eager to feel his skin against hers.
Behind her, she felt Shepherd's calloused hands skimming along her sides, leaving goosebumps in their wake.
Asher pressed soft kisses to her shoulder blades, his breath warm on her skin.
Her head spun with sensation. Every touch, every caress seemed magnified.
Shepherd angled her face toward his and laid his own claim to her lips.
His kiss was different from Gabe’s; deeper, more demanding.
His tongue swept into her mouth as his hands gripped her hips, pulling her flush against him.
Evie felt surrounded, consumed by sensation.
She gasped as Asher's clever fingers unhooked her bra, letting it fall away. Cool air kissed her sensitive skin. Gabe's hands cupped her breasts, his thumbs brushing over her hardened nipples. A moan escaped her throat, muffled by Shepherd's insistent mouth.
Evie's head spun. It was almost too much - the heat of their bodies, the scent of their skin, the dizzying array of touches. But she wanted more. Craved more.
She broke away from Shepherd's kiss, panting. "Please," she whispered, though she wasn't sure what exactly she was begging for. Everything. All of them.
The men seemed to understand. Gabe's fingers hooked into the waistband of her panties, slowly sliding them down her legs. Evie stepped out of them, now fully bare before their heated gazes. A flush crept across her skin, equal parts arousal and self-consciousness.
"You all have too many clothes on," she managed to complain.
The men seemed to agree. There was a flurry of movement as shirts were unbuttoned, pants were shed, and shoes kicked off. Evie's eyes widened as she took in the sight of their beautiful, naked bodies. Sculpted abs, broad shoulders, powerful thighs. Her mouth went dry.
Gabe pulled her close, the heat of his skin searing against hers. His lips found her neck, trailing hot kisses down to her collarbone. Evie tilted her head back, a soft moan escaping her.
Shepherd's strong hands gripped her from behind and ground his erection insistently against her. Asher knelt before her, his breath ghosting across her inner thighs. Evie's legs trembled. She wasn't sure how much longer she could stay standing.
As if reading her mind, Gabe scooped her up and carried her to the bed. He laid her down gently, his green eyes dark with desire as he gazed at her.
The mattress dipped as the other men joined them. Evie found herself surrounded once again, skin on skin, hands roaming, lips exploring. She arched into their touches, wanting more; needing more.
Asher's clever tongue found her center, sending waves of pleasure through Evie's body. She gasped, her back arching off the bed. Had anything ever felt so good?
But then Gabe's mouth closed around one peaked nipple while his fingers teased the other, and Shepherd's lips traced a path along her neck, beard scraping deliciously against her sensitive skin and Evie's busy mind went blank, overwhelmed by sensation.
Every nerve ending felt electrified. She clutched at Gabe's shoulders, needing something to anchor her as Asher's tongue worked magic between her thighs.
There were more fingers than she could keep up with, and Evie lost all sense of who was where, of whose hand or mouth or clever tongue propelled her towards the pinnacle of pleasure.
It didn’t matter - they all did.
Fingers stroked her thighs, skimmed over her ribs, traced the arch of her foot, and pinched at her nipples.
There were mouths, too. Lips at her throat, on her breast. Hot breath whispering along her belly, the occasional scrape of a beard that left her shuddering. It was a tangle of bodies and sensation, heat and hunger, endless and enveloping.
She tried to focus on one thing; anything! The ache between her legs, the throb of Gabe’s mouth sealing wetly around her nipple, the way Shepherd’s hands spanned her waist like manacles, the flick of Asher’s tongue and the pleased little hums he made as he worked, but it was impossible.
Every sound was amplified. Every touch left a comet trail of fire. Her mind went molten, her body turning liquid, her skin so sensitized she felt like a live wire.
She couldn’t tell where one man ended and another began, and she didn’t care. She had become nothing more than a collection of nerve endings, hunger and want, and the embarrassing slickness between her thighs grew with every second.
She was being worshipped, consumed by them, and instead of shame or fear, she found herself wanting more. Her moans grew louder, more desperate; her body arched involuntarily, seeking every ounce of pressure, every spark.
Shepherd’s deep voice vibrated in her ear, telling her to let go, to take, to embrace it all, and Gabe’s hands were everywhere at once, keeping her steady as Asher’s mouth coaxed her higher, until she was gasping for breath, her vision swimming.
Then, finally, fingers penetrated her hungry channel, coaxing, stretching, thrusting, and Evie’s world narrowed to nothing but sensation, the relentless drive to climax, the certainty that she would die if she didn’t come soon.
"That's it, sugarplum," Asher murmured against her slick flesh. "Let go for us."
His words pushed her over the edge. Evie cried out as pleasure crashed over her, her body trembling. The men held her through it, their touches soothing yet still igniting sparks along her skin.
As she came down from her high, Evie opened her eyes to find three heated gazes fixed on her. Her cheeks flushed, but she felt no shame - only a deep, throbbing need for more.
Her body thrummed with lingering pleasure, every nerve ending alive and hypersensitive. Her chest heaved as she caught her breath, her skin flushed and glistening with a light sheen of sweat. The weight of their intense gazes upon her sent a fresh wave of desire coursing through her veins.
She met each of their eyes in turn - Gabe's gold-flecked green, Shepherd's smoldering dark, Asher's twinkling blue. The air felt charged, crackling with unspoken tension and barely restrained need. Evie's tongue darted out to wet her lips, her mouth suddenly dry.
“You’re so damn beautiful,” Gabe murmured. “Tell us what you want.”
"I want..." she began, her voice husky. She swallowed hard, gathering her courage. She’d come this far; could she go all the way?
Yes! Yes, she could, and damn what anyone else - including her nagging subconscious thought.
“I want you all so much. I want you… all together.”