Chapter Twenty-Four
Jake was over. I was free. I could move on without guilt. But with that freedom came anxiety. Sexual anxiety. It had been a while since I'd been intimate with anyone, much less three gorgeous supernatural men who may or may not be demons. Probably not. I was banking on not. But even if they weren't, they weren't human. So, getting back in the proverbial saddle meant putting that saddle on a huge shapeshifting dog. Oh, that imagery was not helpful.
“Indie?” Gideon asked as we parked.
I was with him in the back of the pickup, staring out the window at the dark landscape. When I looked over, I saw something that eased my nerves. Gideon's fingers thrummed against his thigh, and he blinked a lot. He clenched his hand and released it.
Holy shit, he was nervous too.
I let out a long breath and smiled at him. “I'm fine.”
“Are you sure?” Gage asked as he turned around in the front passenger seat.
Garret turned off the car and looked back as well.
“I don't know how to have sex with three men!” I blurted.
They stared at me for several tense moments.
“Neither do I,” Gideon said.
My lips twitched. I looked at the other two. Then we burst out laughing together. What was the greatest relief was that they knew where I was emotionally and what I wanted tonight to mean for us. I thought they did, but we hadn't talked about it, and without the words, I wasn't sure. Now, I was sure we were on the same sexy page.
“Let's get inside,” Gideon said. “One thing's for certain; none of us want it to happen in the car.”
“A logistical nightmare,” Gage muttered and got out of the truck.
“He's not wrong.” Garret got out next.
Gideon and I looked at each other.
“Well, if it's just you and me, there's plenty of room.” He waggled his brows at me.
I snorted and got out.
“Rejected,” he muttered as he got out.
The banter was just what I needed. I think we all needed it. When we got inside the house, we didn't head straight upstairs. Instead, we went into one of the living rooms, the one with my favorite fireplace. It was hand-carved marble, the designs featuring playing puppies and what I think were pomegranates. Yup, pomegranates and puppies. But they worked. I sat down on the rug before the fireplace while Garret lit the logs. Gideon and Gage made us drinks at a sideboard. And then we were sipping strong alcohol and staring at raging flames, trying to figure out how to start.
“What do you like?” Gage finally asked.
I looked at him in surprise. “Sexually?”
“Yeah. We've never talked about it.”
“I rarely have to.”
“We don't have to either, but I thought it might be, I don't know, helpful. We've never done this before, Indie. I mean, we've had sex, of course. We've been looking for our mate for a long time, and sex is the easiest way to tell. But we've never been so sure about a woman that we've taken her to bed together.”
“You're sure?” I asked. “You think it's me?”
Garret scowled. “You don't?”
I bit my lower lip.
“Son of a bitch,” Gage muttered.
“Do you think that's an appropriate curse for you?” I asked. “You know, considering what your other form is.”
Gideon chuckled.
Garret rolled his eyes.
Gage glared at me. “Why do you want to do this if you're uncertain?”
I looked away.
“Indie,” Garret said gently.
“Don't baby her,” Gage said. “She may look delicate, but she's not.”
“I know what she is,” Garret snapped. “I've gotten to know her right alongside you.”
“Just answer the question, Indie,” Gage said.
“This is not the way to start this,” Gideon said.
“Maybe this isn't the time either,” Garret said. “She just had a run-in with her ex. This could simply be about her moving on.”
“We are not your rebound men,” Gage said to me.
“Gage!” Gideon growled.
“I don't want to miss the chance to fuck you!” I shouted.
They went quiet. Stared at me.
Gage cleared his throat. “What was that?”
I sighed and said, “The reason I want to have sex with you even when I'm not certain that I'm your mate is precisely because I'm uncertain.” I waved my drink at them. “Look at you three. You're incredible. Individually, you’re handsome but when you're together, the compounded masculinity and sex appeal makes my body tingle. You're intelligent, witty, kind, and protective without being overbearing. You're perfect. If I don't have sex with you and I'm not your mate, I will forever regret giving up the chance to have you. All of you.”
“Wow,” Gideon said. He looked from me to Gage. “She fucking told you. Don't you feel like a dick now?”
“No,” Gage said. “I'm glad we pushed her. That was the most romantic thing a woman has ever said to me.” He tossed his glass into the fireplace. As it shattered and the alcohol exploded, he pounced.
I was in Gage's arms a second later, his lips on mine. And with the first touch of his tongue, my anxiety vanished. Gage felt so familiar. His kiss, his roaming hands—the way they clenched in my flesh, greedy for more. Déjà vu and yet, it was all fresh. Bright and wonderful. Exciting. Thrills ran down my spine and shivers over my belly when he pulled up my skirt.
Gideon and Garret closed in on either side of us, and I reached for them with my eyes closed. I knew exactly where they were, and as Gage kissed his way down my neck, it seemed natural to turn into Garret's kiss. He met my mouth with a groan, his hand cupping my face. Meanwhile, Gideon got undressed. I knew what he was up to because my hand was on his thigh, and I felt the slide of his jeans coming off. Another thrill went through me. I was doing this. I was really doing this.
With a rumbling growl, Gage bit at my breast through my dress. His enormous body nudged my legs apart and settled between my thighs. But that was just for a few moments. As soon as he was where he wanted to be, he pulled down the bodice of my dress and dove into my bra. It wasn't enough. He made a frustrated sound and lurched up.
“Enough,” Gage said. “I need her naked right the fuck now.”
The other men drew closer instead of retreating, but it was to help me sit up and slip out of my clothes. Even Gage slowed down when I lifted my arms for Gideon and Garret to draw my dress over my head. I heard their sucked-in breaths through the fabric for the few seconds my face was hidden. Then they tossed the dress aside, and I saw their adoring expressions.
Had any man looked at me like that? With worship, pride, and lust in his eyes? No. Not ever. It was a heady combination, sending me into a downward spiral of desire. But they waited at the bottom of that spiral to catch me, so I looked forward to the landing. I opened my arms and let them take my bra, then laid down and lifted my hips for Gage to draw my panties over my thighs. Another appreciative sound came from them, and then the hounds descended.
Lips met mine, while two other mouths found other areas to concentrate on. Gideon was the one kissing me, his lips moving gently, then possessively. I could have been blindfolded and I would have still known it was him. I could feel him through that kiss, his personality infusing the motions of his lips. A little down from us, Garret growled as he nipped my shoulder, then kissed his way inward to my breast. His hand was already there, plumping and pinching—preparing me to be sucked into his hot mouth.
And then Gage struck.
No preamble. Gage went for gold, diving between my thighs and splitting my sex with his fingers. Hot, wet pressure came, then strong licks drawn upward. It set the lust already gathering in my belly to swirling. I shuddered with the racing need and lifted my hips to press against him. Gage's happy growl vibrated against my sensitive flesh, ramping up my pleasure. And then he was sucking, biting, and nuzzling while he drew the moisture down with a finger. Seconds later, that finger split me and delved inside.
I moaned into Gideon's mouth.
“Fuck, that's hot,” Garret said around my nipple.
I thought we'd get to it then, but the men kept kissing me, rotating from my mouth to other parts. They licked the line of my shoulders, bit the edge of my hips, and even turned me onto my belly to worship my back. Half an hour was spent on my ass alone. So much time passed, and we still hadn't gotten to the actual fucking. I was getting frustrated. Each of them had taken a turn at my sex, but no one lingered long enough to give me an orgasm. My thighs clenched in need and my breath came in rapid pants.
“Fuck me already!” I screamed.
The men paused and looked at each other. I opened my eyes to see the exchange and, for the first time, I thought I understood what passed between them. They were trying to decide who got to go where.
“You.” I pointed at Gideon, who was between my legs. “You're the closest. Get inside me. Now!”
“Yes, ma'am,” Gideon drawled and grinned like he had won the lottery.
Then he grabbed the base of his long cock and pushed the tip against me. On his left thigh, the Mark of Hades twitched, brought to life by the muscles beneath. I suddenly felt as if I lay on a Greek hillside beneath a warrior, about to give him my virginity. Oh, yeah, that did it for me.
Gideon and I both groaned with that first touch. He even arched his neck and closed his eyes. But he quickly opened them when he eased his hips forward. After glancing down, he locked stares with me. Arms braced to either side of me, Gideon slowly entered me. I was so prepared by their ministrations that he went deep with a single thrust.
“Oh, Indie,” Gideon murmured. “Oh, fuck, love. You feel so good.”
Gage and Garret gasped and shuddered as Gideon pumped his hips. That's when I remembered they could share physical sensations. How wonderful was that? I didn't have to worry about Gage and Garret while Gideon and I were together. But that didn't mean I wasn't going to touch them.
As Gideon pumped, and I lifted my hips to meet him, I also reached out and took Gage's cock in hand. Pumping that thick weeping shaft, I turned to look at Garret. He was prepared for me, gripping the base of his dick. He angled himself into my hand, then laid on his side like Gage, facing me, and pumped into my fist.
It should have been too much. Too much work. My focus fractured. I shouldn't have enjoyed it so much. But I did. Focusing wasn't a problem. I could feel all three of them. Gideon inside me, filling me to perfection, while Gage and Garret filled my hands. It was important for me to be physically connected to all of them while I had sex with one of them for the first time. I don't know why, but that's the way I felt. And then Garret leaned over to kiss me.
It started again, the harmonious rotation. I was kissed, sucked, flicked, and pleasured everywhere on a delicious cycle—mouths and hands moving to new locations even though the men stayed put. Then Gage and Garret drew back as one, and Gideon hunched over to kiss me. We groaned through our kiss, ending it with brushing lips. Then he moved down to my breasts, his hips thrusting slowly the entire time. I looked from Gage to Garret as Gideon sucked at me. They were both leaning back on their hands, hips moving themselves into my grip. But then Gideon straightened, and the other two dove for me, reclaiming their places. With all three men moving in that primal dance, moaning and growling, we became a single beautiful creature joined by pleasure.
“Indigo!” Gideon cried.
I broke away from Gage, who I'd been kissing, to watch as Gideon locked up against me, his expression gone rapturous. He truly looked angelic as he came. It was almost enough to distract me from the other two glorious men who came mere seconds later. Shuddering, I looked from Gage to Garret as their muscular bodies bowed into their orgasms, sweaty chests shining in the firelight as their cocks released hot ribbons on my thighs. It was too much to take.
I screamed my climax, something I'd never done. But this was no normal release. My spine arched, my thighs clenched, and something powerful swept through me to set my whole body to trembling. I screamed and screamed and screamed, shuddering long after the men had fallen around me in a heap. They held me between them as I continued to spasm, kissing me and murmuring sweet things as my supernatural orgasm took me to another world.
When I finally came back to reality, my body was languid and more relaxed than it had ever been, limbs like water. I opened my eyes and looked from man to man in dazed amazement.
In a raspy voice, I said, “I will never be the same.”