Chapter 19
Chapter
Nineteen
EVIE
Alow growl rumbled from Shepherd's chest. Gabe's eyes darkened even further, so they looked almost black, and Asher's playful grin took on an unexpected, predatory edge.
Evie's heart raced, equal parts nerves and excitement. She knew what she was asking - in theory. Not that she’d ever done anything like this before.
The thought of being with all three of them at once both thrilled and terrified her.
But the way they looked at her, with such hunger and adoration, made her feel powerful and desired.
Evie hadn’t realized how much she needed that; how long it had been since she felt so cherished and treasured…
long before her marriage had broken down.
These three men… they wrapped around her like the promise of Christmas joy.
Gabe's eyes locked with hers. "Are you sure, Evie? We can do things differently, or we can stop this now. We can stop at any time. Just say the word."
Evie nodded. She wanted this - wanted them - more than she'd ever wanted anything. “I don’t want to stop,” she whispered with absolute certainty.
“Then follow us and we’ll lead you, love you, care for you.”
His declaration punched her in the heart. She was falling, and falling hard, for all three of them, she knew. How would she ever recover when they went their separate ways?
Her thoughts were swept away, meaningless, as Gabe rolled onto his back, made short work of rolling a condom down his thick shaft, and helped her straddle his thighs.
He positioned himself so the blunt head of his cock was nudging at her entrance and Evie's breath caught as he slowly pushed into her. She gasped at the exquisite stretch as he filled her completely, and braced her hands on his chest, feeling the rapid thud of his heart beneath her palms.
Shepherd's large hands gripped her hips from behind, steadying her. His beard tickled her shoulder as he pressed open-mouthed kisses along her neck. Evie shivered at the dual assault.
"Relax, sweetheart," Shepherd murmured against her skin. "We've got you."
Asher appeared at her side, his blue eyes indigo with desire. He cupped her face gently, thumb stroking her cheek. "You're doing so well, sugarplum."
His praise sent a warm flush through her. Evie leaned into his touch, seeking more. She felt cherished, protected, desired. It was overwhelming in the best possible way.
Asher leaned in and claimed her lips with a deep, devastating kiss, his tongue stroking against hers in a way that scrambled her thoughts and left her clutching at his shoulders.
He tasted like mischief and fire, and even as she tried to focus on the urgent heat building low in her body, he made her feel weightless—like she was falling, but somehow safe in the act of it.
In that delirious moment, she barely noticed the subtle shift in Shepherd’s hands behind her, didn’t register the way those broad palms mapped her waist and lower spine, until one clever finger began to trace a featherlight circle around the tight ring of muscle just beneath her tailbone.
The sensation shot through her with a jolt, a sharp spike of shock edged with curiosity, and Evie broke away from Asher’s mouth with a gasp.
She tried to twist to see what Shepherd was doing, or maybe to protest, but Gabe was there—his arms inexorable, his chest an anchor, his body radiating heat.
He cupped the back of her neck, forcing her head forward, and she found herself sandwiched between his hand and Asher’s hungry lips.
The reality of Gabe pressing her towards another man’s mouth short-circuited her brain, almost inuring her to the unfamiliar, vulnerable pleasure from behind.
Shepherd’s low chuckle vibrated against her skin as his finger lingered, never breaching her, just letting her get used to the sensation, and even though some part of Evie still wanted to squirm away, the rest of her craved more.
Her heart jackhammered in her chest. She’d never been touched there, not by anyone, not ever.
Asher must have sensed her continued hesitation, because he broke their kiss and pressed his forehead to hers.
“You’re okay,” he whispered, voice rough with effort.
“We’ll go slow. You can tell us to stop any time.
” His eyes were dark with want, but his words steadied her, and she knew, with absolute certainty, that every single one of them would stop if she asked them to. The knowledge settled her.
Still, words failed her, and Evie could only nod, her body alive with nerves and anticipation.
Then he took her lips again, and Gabe’s hands slid down between her legs, his fingers stroking in time with Asher’s kiss, and Shepherd’s teasing circles became a gentle, pressing insistence until, with the faintest pressure, the tip of his finger breached the tight ring of muscle around her forbidden hole.
The sensation was so new, so strange, that at first Evie’s muscles clamped down, resisting, but Shepherd was relentless and somehow patient, drawing soft, mindless sounds from her throat.
Asher swallowed every little cry, his lips smiling against hers, until she gave herself over to it—opened up, let them in, let herself be claimed.
She was burning now, inside and out. Her whole body trembled as the sensations stacked and intertwined beyond anything she’d ever known.
Shepherd’s finger moved slowly, carefully, slick with something warm and yielding. Where the heck had he found lube? He surely couldn’t have thought he needed to bring it with him. No one could have foreseen this happening… and was that coconut she could smell?
Had he… Spicy cinnamon buns - he had! He’d swiped her jar of coconut oil to use as a lubricant. The realization had barely filtered through her mind before they were swept away by the sheer, overwhelming… everything… that was happening.
Her body was one, whole throbbing singularity of need.
The strange fullness of what Shepherd was doing made her feel wild and wanted all at once.
Asher’s hands roamed her arms and shoulders, his fingers plucked at her aching, tightly pebbled nipples while Gabe drew her down onto his throbbing shaft.
Asher nipped at her lips then licked at the sting, all while murmuring sweet, filthy praise between his own ragged breaths.
Somehow, the three of them became one force, one storm, and Evie was at the eye of it.
She felt herself begin to unravel, every muscle taut, every nerve ending electrified.
She wanted to say something, but couldn’t form words, could only gasp and moan as Asher sucked a trail down her throat and Shepherd’s finger moved in tandem with the hard, steady pulse of Gabe’s cock inside her.
There was a moment where she thought she’d shatter, that the pleasure was simply too much, but the men surrounded her, held her safe, never pushing her past what she could take.
Gabe's hips flexed upward, drawing a low moan from her throat. The delicious friction made her toes curl. She rocked against him instinctively, chasing that building pleasure.
Her initial nervousness faded, replaced by a desperate need to touch and be touched.
Shepherd fucked her back hole with a single digit, igniting a whole new set of nerves ending and sensations Evie never knew existed.
She felt full and so stretched that when he withdrew and introduced a second finger, she instinctively tried to move away.
How could she possibly take any more? She was already fit to burst.
It was on the tip of her tongue to tell him to stop, but the words refused to leave her throat, some baser, more primal part of her brain refusing to halt the pleasure.
Evie jerked as both fingers breached the tight ring of muscle. She felt the stretch and the burn and dipped her head to Gabe’s chest, her teeth sinking into his pec without thought.
He groaned as he tried not to buck up into her, his hands tangling into her hair and pressing her against his chest.
"That's it," Gabe encouraged, his voice rough. "Bite me, hurt me; take what you need.”
Fudge sundaes, that was hot!
His free hand clutched her thigh as he returned the favor, biting down on the sensitive area where her neck met her shoulder. As he did so, Asher pinched her nipples, and Shepherd took advantage of her distraction to push two thick fingers all the way into her ass.
Evie cried out, her mind and body nothing more than a mass of seething sensations.
Shepherd scissored his fingers, stretching her, readying her for a full invasion.
She felt like her entire body was on fire.
The stretch and burn as Shepherd's fingers worked her open was almost too much, but the pleasure radiating from where Gabe filled her and Asher's talented hands roamed her skin kept her suspended in a haze of pure bliss, and somehow, the bite of pain only intensified it.
She gasped as Shepherd withdrew his fingers, leaving her feeling strangely empty. But before she could protest, Evie felt the blunt head of his cock pressing against her entrance. Her eyes flew open, meeting Gabe's heated gaze.
"Breathe, sweetheart," Gabe murmured, his hands stroking soothingly along her sides as a full-body shudder stuttered through her. "We've got you. Just try to relax and bear down a little. It’ll make it easier.”
Evie nodded jerkily, drew in a shaky breath and attempted to follow his instructions.
She focused on relaxing as Shepherd slowly pushed forward, stretching her impossibly wider.
The initial discomfort made her wince, but almost immediately gave way to a feeling of fullness unlike anything she'd ever experienced.
She gasped in surprise, and when Shepherd was finally fully seated inside her, Evie felt overwhelmed in the best possible way. Sandwiched between two hard, muscular bodies, filled so completely - it was almost too much, but somehow still not enough.