30. Katherine
30
KATHERINE
As Gabe pauses at the foot of the bed, it feels like my heart might beat right out of my chest. It’s too dark to read his expression, but when he turns to me, I feel his urgency, his laser-like attention that melts me from the inside out.
He presses my palm to the center of his warm chest, and his heart gives a rapid thump-thump-thump against my lifeline. “I had a physical last month. I’m clean. Alex?”
Trust Gabe to be pragmatic in this moment.
Alex moves in behind me, so quiet for such a big man, and slides his hands to squeeze my shoulders. I lean into him, soaking in his touch. He brushes my hair aside and kisses my shoulder before his questing lips find my neck. I tip my head in the opposite direction, silently begging him to continue. He needs no prodding .
“February,” he murmurs. A fresh shiver quakes through me, and Gabe steps closer. “Clean bill of health.”
“Same.” I lick my lips. “I’m protected.”
“What now, Princess?”
“You tell me.” I’m not being coy. I hope he knows that and somehow understands how overwhelmed I am, but also just how much I want to lose myself tonight.
In them. In us.
Gabe cups my cheek, rubbing his thumb over my bottom lip. “You’re sure about this?”
After everything that’s happened between us today, his checking in with me again absolutely undoes me. I am so used to being told what to do, doing what’s expected, that his solicitousness feels like a gift.
I wrap a hand around his wrist and squeeze. “That I’m ready to join you at Warp Nine? Absolutely.”
There’s a kernel of me that thinks I’ve been ready for this since I first saw the two of them together outside the boardroom. Heads bent, whispered conversation, painfully handsome and completely unaware of it.
“Thank god.” He swoops in for a kiss, firm lips moving across mine with an eagerness that steals my breath.
My breasts lift, nipples hardening. I slide my hands up his chest. His heart thunders against my palm, and I can barely believe that I’m kissing him in front of Alex. That they both want me like this and are willing to share.
I pull back from the scorching kiss and suck a sharp breath into my lungs. Even with a fresh round of oxygen, I’m still lightheaded.
“You’re both okay with this? The three of us?” I ask, just to double and triple-check. My heart squeezes. “If there’s going to be any awkwardness or jealousy, we should stop now. Friendship is so important. I won’t come between you.”
The room is still, and I swear they’re doing that silent communication again. My pulse pounds in my ears, and Alex lets out a ragged breath.
“Oh, Princess,” Gabe murmurs, his voice so husky my thighs clench. “You’ll definitely come between us.”
There’s a metric ton of innuendo in that sentence, and the darkness makes his words even more erotic. My pussy flutters at the promise. In fact, my body feels like I got too close to an open flame.
Alex’s big hand splays over my belly, pulling me tight against him. I shiver at the possessive touch, at the meaning there. No words needed.
But I can tell they’re waiting for my response. I turn in Alex’s hold, sliding my hands up his solid chest, reveling in his strength. I’ve never been with anyone so tall, so big. . . which sends my lust straight to the gutter. Is he that big all over?
Alex’s mouth descends on mine, those massive hands cupping my ass, pulling my pelvis tight to him. He’s hard and oh-so-thick against my belly, and I part my lips for him, letting his tongue spear into my mouth, making me wet. I whimper and hook my hands over his biceps, holding on tight.
Gabe grips the bottom of my sweatshirt and lifts it, exposing my skin to the cool air. They work in concert, Alex lifting his head as he slides his hands up my sides, hooking beneath my arms, lifting them over my head. Gabe’s right behind him, tugging the soft fabric higher and higher. The shirt slips off, and there’s a soft plunk as it hits the floor. My bra goes next.
Alex’s hands zero in on my breasts, cupping, caressing. He gives a needy groan.
“Perfection,” he murmurs.
“Glad you like them.” I’ve always felt like they’re a little big for my frame, but I rethink that, thanks to the undeniable reverence in his voice.
He flicks a thumb over one puckered nipple, and a delicious zing arcs through me. “More than like them.”
“Fuck, I need to see you,” Gabe says, and a second later, a pale light washes over the room. He steps away, placing his phone on the old wicker nightstand before he’s back .
His hands slide into my leggings, working them downward. More inches exposed, more skin being caressed by the chilly air. I shiver in their grasp.
“Don’t worry, Princess. We’ll warm you up.” Gabe drops a kiss against my shoulder blade. Since when is he so tender?
They waste no time stripping me bare. I don’t know if they’ve done this before—shared a woman—but why does that idea make me burn with jealousy? But because they have no trouble communicating without words, their movements are almost choreographed. So smooth and efficient, I ache.
Gabe’s hands cup my breasts, molding them as if he’s committing their shape to memory. Alex slides a palm down my belly, and I forget how to breathe as anticipation takes over. Every nerve, every cell in my body feels focused on that big, warm hand as it coasts over my curls. A thick finger glides down my slit with ease, and my hips jerk as he makes contact with my clit.
A shaky gasp leaves my lips, and he groans.
“You’re so wet for us, Beauty.”
“Mhmm.” I sound like a wanton. Which is appropriate, given how ravenous I am for the two of them.
My knees go weak as he circles my clit. I cling to his shoulders so I don’t fall down. Gabe’s fingers tighten around my nipples, and I moan, pressing myself into his hands .
“I love the sounds you make,” he whispers against the side of my neck. “So raw and needy.”
Heaven help me. I love the way his lips move against my sensitive spots. How his hot breath teases me. The darkness makes everything cozier and my other senses stronger. Each touch, every tiny sound, even their scent. Detergent and man.
“Don’t you?” he asks, and Alex grunts his agreement.
My mind swirls with every dirty thought I’ve ever had about these men. But in those fantasies, I was brave. Bold.
Can I be that woman for real?
“My turn,” Gabe murmurs, hands coasting south. They switch like a changing of the guard. Efficient, seamless.
Alex flicks my nipples with his thumbs, and my pussy clenches around Gabe’s finger. They groan in unison.
I drop a hand back to Gabe’s hip, holding him close. Alex kisses his way down my chest until he latches on my nipple, and then my soul leaves my body. My other arm curls around his shoulders, and I press up onto my toes, trying to make it easier for him. The gentle suction is divine. I want more.
Gabe nibbles his way along my shoulder, up my neck, and nips my earlobe. Another surge of moisture coats his finger. I’m melting for them.
“She likes that,” Gabe says, spearing his finger deeper. His firm grip almost lifts me off my toes. “Spread your legs, Princess.”
I teeter, spreading as far as I can without falling on my ass. Gabe wraps an arm around my middle and presses closer to me. Meanwhile, Alex makes a meal of my tits. Moving from one back to the other, sucking deep and lavishing me with long slow licks and quick fluttering ones.
Being wedged between them is the best feeling ever. So hot. Hands everywhere. Inhibitions gone, my pleasure mounts. I can’t get enough.
Gabe’s cock nestles against my back, hard and unyielding, and he adds another finger to my eager pussy. He presses the heel of his palm against my clit, a steady grind that pulls a whimper from my lips.
I want him in my hands. In my mouth. Inside me.
I squeeze his hip, then slide my hand between us. He pulls his hips back just far enough for me to grasp his cock. It surges against my palm.
“Fuck, man. Enough,” Gabe calls, pulling his fingers out.
Then he curls that arm around my neck. I hear the telltale-sucking sound as he cleans his own fingers, and my knees give.
They catch me. Alex scoops me up in one smooth motion and lays me on the mattress.
“What do you need, Katie Bird?”
I haven’t had a sip of alcohol in hours, but I’m drunk on these feelings. The way they haven’t stopped touching me since we got out of the car. Can we do this forever?
“I need you both. . .” I almost say naked. “Less dressed.”
Why can’t I say naked?
They groan in unison and move to strip. I raise up on my elbows, enjoying the show. Gabe’s movements are rapid and eager, revealing a long, lean body. He’s all solid planes and whipcord strength, with carved shoulders that carry the weight of the world. Taking his cock in hand, he stares down at me and gives it a deliberate stroke. It’s like he wants me to watch him.
Alex is slower, more deliberate, revealing inch by inch of his magnificently fit physique. He’s all hard muscles and chiseled planes. Breathtaking, honestly.
Gabe drops to his knees and crawls up the mattress like a jungle cat who’s just spotted his dinner. His gaze pins me, but I don’t want to get away. There’s a hollowness in my chest, and I realize it’s breathlessness. He’s so handsome, so captivating, my brain literally forgets to tell my lungs to breathe. I’m salivating for a taste of him.
He slides in next to me, his palm sliding up my belly to cup my right breast. I fight a moan because I’m a broken record at this point. He drops a kiss against my shoulder and then my ear.
“Isn’t he gorgeous?” His voice is soft and conspiratorial. “All those hard muscles. ”
Alex rubs the bulge in his boxer briefs, and I shiver with anticipation. He really is big all over.
“Wait ’til you see that monster cock,” Gabe whispers.
I suck in a breath, my chin swiveling his way. He’s curled around me, but he’s watching Alex with a needy gaze. Hot. Forbidden.
My eyes widen. Holy shit. Is he—? Are they ?—?
Gabe turns those electric eyes my way and I’m so turned on I could come. But the mischief fades, and his mouth turns down into a frown. He shakes his head, answering my silent questions, and in that split second, I see his truth.
He wants his best friend. Is in lust with Alex, if not more. My heart aches for him and I swear he can see every emotion, every thought I’m thinking, because he leans forward, kissing my cheek.
“Don’t feel bad for me, Princess.”
I close my eyes so he doesn’t see how his words affect me. How can I not feel sad for him? But that’s their issue to sort out, and I shouldn’t get in the middle of it. I won’t. I’ve lived too long with people who don’t respect my boundaries, and I will not cross that line with Alex.
The mattress gives as Alex joins us.
Gabe pulls me into a kiss, and I roll into his arms. Alex is right there, moving in against my back, hand cupping my breast. I reach back, clutching his hip to stay connected .
The three of us move together, a constant wave of motion. Exploring hands. Feverish kisses. Moans of delight.
Alex presses me into Gabe, hands everywhere, that massive cock branding my back. There’s no chance of being cold between these two.
I nip my way down Gabe’s chest, delighting in the breathy sighs leaving his lips. There’s nothing I’d like more than to bring this man to his knees. Make him beg. And since he’s already on his back. . .
I straddle his thighs.