Chapter 34 Gabriel
Gabriel
The front door of my house slams shut behind us with a finality that sends electricity crackling through the air. Lucy's back hits the wood, her chest heaving, eyes wild with hunger and something deeper.
Pure, desperate need. The same savage want that I’m feeling.
Colt moves first, always the one to break.
His hands frame her face roughly, thumbs digging into her flushed cheeks as he crashes his mouth against hers.
No gentle exploration. Just claiming, devouring, taking.
She melts into him with a moan that goes straight to my cock, her body arching like she's been starving for his touch.
"Fuck," Beau growls behind me, and I can hear the barely leashed control in his voice.
I should stop this. Every rational part of my brain screams that this goes against everything I thought I knew about possession, about control.
But watching Colt's hands tangle roughly in her hair, seeing the way Lucy grinds against him like she's desperate for friction, something sensual spreads through my body.
"Gabe." Lucy's voice cuts through my internal war, breathless and desperate. Colt has moved to her throat, teeth scraping her pulse point hard enough to leave marks, and her dark eyes find mine across the space between us. "Please. I need you."
That broken plea shatters what's left of my control.
I close the distance in two long strides, my hands settling on her waist as Colt pulls back with a wicked grin. The heat of her skin burns through the thin fabric of her shirt, and I can feel her trembling with want.
"You sure about this, trouble?" The nickname rolls off my tongue, rough and possessive.
Lucy's hands fist in my shirt, pulling me closer. "Stop talking," she whispers against my lips. "Touch me. All of you. Please."
I don't need to be told twice.
My mouth crashes against hers, swallowing her gasp as I lift her, pressing her harder against the door.
She tastes like whiskey and sin, her tongue dancing with mine in a rhythm that makes my head spin.
Her legs wrap around my waist, the heat of her core pressing against my cock, and I groan into her mouth.
Hands appear at my shoulders. Beau and Colt, both of them close enough that I can feel their body heat, their own desire radiating like a furnace.
For a split second, that old territorial instinct tries to surface. But then Lucy breaks the kiss, her head falling back against the door as she looks between all three of us with such trust, such want, that it stops my heart.
"Bedroom," she whispers. "Now."
I carry her down the hallway, the others following close behind. The sound of their footsteps, the whispered curses and heavy breathing, creates a symphony of anticipation that has my pulse racing.
My bedroom has never felt smaller. I set Lucy down gently, but my hands immediately go to the hem of her shirt, desperate to get my hands on her skin.
"Let me," Beau says, stepping up behind her. His fingers find the fabric, pulling it over her head with deliberate slowness that makes her shiver. The shirt hits the floor, revealing smooth skin and the delicate curve of her spine. I watch, transfixed, as he presses a reverent kiss to her shoulder.
"Your turn, Sheriff," she says, that hint of sass making me smile despite the need clawing at my gut.
I start with my badge, setting it on the nightstand with deliberate care. Then my shirt. Lucy watches every movement, her tongue darting out to wet her lips in a way that makes my cock throb painfully against my jeans.
Colt appears at her side, his hands skimming up her arms. "Look at you," he murmurs, voice rough with want. "So fucking perfect. Been wanting to get my hands on you like this."
Beau's hands work at her jeans, sliding them down her legs with worship-like reverence.
She steps out of the denim, leaving her in nothing but pale blue lace that makes my mouth water. But it's not just her body that has me captivated. It's the way she stands there, powerful in her vulnerability, like a goddess accepting worship from her devoted followers.
"Come here," I command, sitting on the edge of the bed.
She moves without hesitation, stepping between my spread thighs. My hands settle on her hips, thumbs stroking over the lace at her waist. "You tell me if you want to stop," I say, looking up into her eyes. "Any of us. Anytime. That's an order."
She nods, then shakes her head. "I don't want to stop. I want everything you can give me."
"Everything?" Colt grins, wicked and hungry. "Careful what you ask for."
I lean forward, pressing my mouth to the soft skin just above her breast. She tastes like sunshine and sin, and I can't get enough. My tongue traces the edge of lace, and she gasps, her fingers tangling in my hair with desperate strength.
Beau's hands smooth over Lucy's sides while Colt's fingers work at the clasp of her bra. The fabric falls away, and I have to close my eyes for a moment, overwhelmed by the sight of her.
"Look at me," she whispers, and when I do, she's smiling. Soft and tender and so beautiful it hurts. "We're okay. This is perfect."
I nod, not trusting my voice, and lean forward to take one perfect nipple into my mouth. She arches into me with a cry that goes straight to my cock, her hands gripping my shoulders like an anchor.
Colt's mouth finds her neck, teeth scraping against her pulse point. "That's it, shortie," he growls. "Let us hear how good we make you feel."
Beau's hands map the curve of her waist, his touch reverent but possessive. "Our perfect girl," he murmurs against her ear.
I switch to her other breast, tongue swirling around the hardened peak before sucking hard enough to make her whimper. Her hips rock against me, seeking friction, and I can feel the heat of her through the thin lace.
"Please," she breathes, the word barely audible. "I need... God, I need more."
"What do you need, sunshine?" Beau asks, his voice like velvet wrapped around steel.
"Everything," she gasps. "Your hands, your mouths. I want to feel all of you."
I pull back, my hands going to the waistband of her panties. "Lie down," I tell her, my voice rougher than I intended. "Let us worship you properly."
She moves to the center of the bed, and the sight of her spread out like a feast has my hands shaking as I work at my belt.
Colt is the first to join her, his mouth finding hers in a kiss that's all heat and desperation. His hands roam her body freely, mapping every curve with the familiarity of a man who's been dreaming about this moment.
"Missed this mouth," he murmurs against her lips. "Gonna kiss you until you can't remember your own name."
Beau settles beside her, his touch gentler but no less possessive. He traces patterns on her skin with his fingertips, each touch making her shiver and gasp into Colt's mouth.
"So responsive," Beau breathes.
I watch them for a moment, letting the sight burn itself into my memory. Then I join them, my hands smoothing up her legs, pushing her thighs apart.
She's already soaked, the evidence of her arousal glistening in the lamplight. The sight makes my mouth water, and I lean down to taste her.
The first swipe of my tongue has her crying out, her back arching off the bed. She tastes like heaven and addiction, sweet and musky and entirely mine. I lose myself in her, my tongue exploring every fold while her hands tangle in my hair.
"Fuck, Gabe," Colt breathes above us. "Look at her face. Look how wrecked she already is."
I glance up to see Lucy's head thrown back, her mouth open in a silent scream as Beau's mouth works at her breast. Her skin is flushed pink, a light sheen of sweat making her glow.
"More," she gasps, her hips rocking against my mouth. "Please, I'm so close already."
I seal my lips around her clit, sucking gently while my tongue flicks against the sensitive bundle of nerves. She shatters beneath me with a cry that fills the room, her entire body trembling as pleasure crashes over her.
But I don't stop. Can't stop. I work her through the aftershocks, building her up again until she's writhing beneath my mouth.
"Too much," she whimpers, trying to pull away. "I can't take anymore."
"You can," I tell her firmly, lifting my head just long enough to speak. "You're going to give us another one."
Colt's hand joins mine between her thighs, his fingers sliding through her wetness before pushing inside her. "So tight," he groans. "Fuck, shortie, you're gripping my fingers like a vice."
The combination of my mouth and Colt's fingers has her climbing again, her breathing becoming ragged and desperate. Beau's hands frame her face, forcing her to meet his eyes.
"Let go for us," he commands softly. "Come apart, sunshine. We've got you."
The second orgasm hits her harder than the first, her entire body going rigid before melting back into the mattress. I finally pull away, pressing soft kisses to her thighs as she struggles to catch her breath.
"Holy shit," she pants, her eyes glazed and unfocused. "That was..."
"Just the warm-up," I tell her, moving up to capture her mouth in a kiss that lets her taste herself on my tongue.
She moans into my mouth, her hands going to my shoulders. "We're going to make this last. Make you come until you can't think straight."
"I already can't think straight," she laughs breathlessly.
We take turns worshipping her body. Colt's mouth between her thighs while Beau and I lavish attention on her breasts. Beau's reverent touch while Colt and I hold her down and make her scream. My tongue inside her while they whisper filthy promises in her ears.
She's a trembling, desperate mess, tears of pleasure streaming down her face.
"Please," she begs, reaching for all of us. "I need all of you."
I look at Colt and Beau, seeing the same desperate hunger in their eyes that's clawing at my chest.
We arrange ourselves carefully. Lucy on top of me, my cock sliding into her pussy with a groan that comes from my soul. She's so tight, so perfect, her inner walls fluttering around me as she adjusts.
"Fuck," Colt breathes from behind her. "Save some room for me."
Before I can ask what he means, I feel his fingers alongside my cock, stretching her further. Lucy cries out, but it's not pain. It's pure, overwhelming pleasure.
"You are gonna take both of us." Colt says, his voice strained with control. "You are going to take both our cocks in this sweet drenched little pussy."
"Yes," she gasps. "God, yes. Please."
Slowly, carefully, Colt works his cock inside her alongside mine. The sensation is indescribable. Tight beyond belief, the friction almost unbearable. Lucy is sobbing with pleasure, her body shaking as she's stretched wider than ever before.
"So perfect," Beau breathes from beside us. His hand wraps around his cock, stroking slowly as he watches us fill her. "Our perfect girl, taking everything we give her."
Beau moves to kneel beside Lucy's head, his cock level with her mouth. "Open for me, sunshine," he commands softly.
She does, taking him into her mouth with a moan that vibrates around him. Now she's completely filled, completely claimed by all three of us.
Colt and I start slowly. The sensation is overwhelming. Not just physically, but emotionally. This is claiming at its most primal level.
"That's it," I growl, my hands gripping her hips. "Take us. Show us how much you can handle."
"Such a good girl," Colt pants, his thrusts becoming more erratic. "Taking our cocks like you were made for it."
Beau's hand tangles in her hair, controlling the pace as she works his length with her mouth. "Perfect mouth," he groans. "Perfect everything."
The pace builds, all of us racing toward the edge together. Lucy is making sounds I've never heard before, pure animal pleasure that drives us all wild.
"I'm close," Colt gasps. "Fuck, I'm gonna come."
"Me too," I grit out, feeling the familiar tightness building in my spine.
"Together," Beau commands, his voice strained. "All of us together."
Lucy comes first, her orgasm so powerful it triggers all of ours. I feel Colt pulsing inside her alongside me as we both empty ourselves in her pussy. Beau groans above us, coming in her mouth as she swallows everything he gives her.
We collapse together in a tangle of limbs and racing heartbeats, all of us struggling to breathe. Lucy is boneless between us, her body still trembling with aftershocks.
"That… that…" she starts, then trails off with a breathless laugh.
"Fucking incredible," Colt finishes, pressing a kiss to her shoulder.
"Perfect," I agree, pulling her against my chest as we slowly separate.
Beau hums his agreement, his fingers stroking through her hair with gentle reverence.
We lie there in the afterglow, bodies cooling, hearts slowly returning to normal.
Outside, the Montana night is quiet except for the distant call of an owl and the whisper of wind through the trees.
Inside, everything feels right in a way I never thought possible.
This shouldn't work. Three men, one woman, sharing everything from her body to her heart.
But somehow, with her, it does. It's balance. It's everything I never knew I needed.