29. Eden
Eden
Cleanliness is good for the soul,
but being dirty might just be your natural state.
Embrace it.
A breath sighs out of Dom , like relief or maybe satisfaction, and it pebbles my damp skin. He cups my cheek and presses a kiss to the top of my head. It confuses me a little. Dom is stern, imposing, bossy. I didn’t know he could be so tender. Maybe Beau brings it out in him.
Or maybe I’m starting to.
“ I’m sorry I didn’t do what you told me to,” I murmur against his skin.
Which is partly true. It’s also partly a lie, I realize.
I may regret the life on my hands, but they’re right— I can’t regret keeping them safe.
With a settling sense of clarity, I know that I would do the same a dozen or more times if I had to.
Despite the chilly water, Dom is still hot to the touch, and I keep my forehead pressed to his bicep.
For the warmth, of course. I shiver, though not from the cold, and Beau shifts closer as well, until I’m fitted snugly between them.
Awareness floods me of how close we are, how naked.
Just a tangle of limbs and heated skin pressing against each other in the river.
Dom hums. “ And after we had such a specific chat about that, too.”
His tone is dry again, so I know he’s not too mad. I lift my head.
“ I just realized it was a trap,” I explain in a rush. “ They could have stayed hidden and not touched the cameras, so there was probably more of them, and you were going to walk into the middle of it, and I just couldn’t let you—”
Beau lets out a snort behind me and bends to nip at my earlobe. “’ Course it was a trap, you little idiot. It’s always a trap.”
Dom rolls his eyes, but a smile lurks in his mouth. “ Cute of you to worry, though.”
Glaring , I pinch his nipple. He lets out a sound suspiciously close to a yelp and bats me away, then snags my wrists again in one of his. Beau chokes on a laugh but makes no move to help. His fingers trace around my hip, then skate down my inner thigh.
Golden gaze narrow, Dom ducks his head until his lips brush against mine. “ You’re becoming more of a brat by the second.”
With every word, his lips tantalize me, a barely there caress.
My tongue darts out to tease at his lips, though I almost faint at my own daring.
It is Dom after all. But he’s flirting, I’m sure he is, and he just went to all that trouble to pull me out of my own head.
He wouldn’t do that if he were indifferent.
That goes above being nice, surely. I feel skittish about making assumptions after Jasper’s rejection, but.
.. I felt his hands on me before. His body under me.
There was no mistaking his interest then.
Or now, for that matter. I arch closer to him, and Dom’s eyes simmer with amusement.
I worried, for a moment, that between the heavy conversation and the frigid water that his interest might have... deflated. But it’s still there. All big and heavy and... interested.
Dom snags my bottom lip between his teeth with warning pressure, gaze locked on mine. Then he sucks it into his mouth, tongue swiping at the small hurt. I sigh, lids drooping.
Beau laughs softly and kisses the back of my neck. “ Hmm , so it’s like that, is it?”
Closing the last half-inch between us, he presses his length against my ass and lower back. I wriggle back brazenly. The angle makes Dom’s dick brush against my stomach, and I tremble. Two dicks. What do I even do with two?
However it works, I’m ready to try.
My arousal from earlier still burns through me, but it’s no longer soured by bitterness and shame.
A bit of sadness, maybe, but there’s also gratitude, and trust. I want these men, these kind, selfless, brave men who protected me and gave me a home for the first time in my life.
These men can use me in any way they want.
And I’m going to enjoy the hell out of it.
“ I think we still deserve our prize, don’t you, Beau ?”
Beau yanks my hips against his cock and rolls them back with a low groan, then he does it again and again, using my ass like a toy to fuck against. “ You’ve been bad today, darlin’. You want to show us what a good girl you can be?”
I whimper, my pussy growing slick again in a way that has nothing to do with the water.
I want to clutch at Dom so I can brace against Beau’s carnal assault behind me, but he still has my wrists, holding them against his chest, and it leaves me off balance.
I have to scramble to brace against each selfish, ravenous stroke so I don’t collapse.
It doesn’t seem to bother Beau ; he just holds my hips where he wants them and makes himself feel good.
Another vicious thrust and my breathing turns ragged.
Dom slaps my cheek lightly to get my attention, and I gasp. “ He asked you a question, little librarian.”
The flush has returned to Dom’s cheeks, and he drinks in my expression, devours it, until I’m sure he’s seen everything I’ve ever thought or felt about him, about them.
“ Yes ,” I gasp out. “ I — I can be good. I’ll be good, sir. Please , I want— I need—”
Dom’s lips slant over mine, and he claims my mouth, invading with his hot, silky tongue.
His kiss is aggressive, but not rough like Jaykob’s was.
Dom is deliberate. This is an exploration, a strategic takeover, and his tongue works against mine with a determined skill, demanding a response.
I turn soft, malleable, ready to give myself over to whatever they want to do to me. Pleasure simmers through me.
Beau slips his hand around my waist and, without warning, begins to play with my clit, circling and rubbing it as he keeps fucking against me.
I’m already on the edge. Pressure builds too quickly, and I want to tear my mouth away so I can whine and beg, or take in some air, but neither of them let me move. They just take and take and take.
I sob into Dom’s mouth and crack my eyes open to find him watching me, heavy lidded and hungry. He sucks on my tongue.
Unable to hold back even if I wanted to, I come so hard around Beau’s fingers, my vision winks out. Dom yanks his mouth away as I cry out, my voice raw and strangled with pleasure.
Dazed , I blink a dozen times, sucking in air and shaking.
Beau runs a possessive hand down my spine and squeezes my ass. “ Very pretty.”
Dom releases my wrists, and I catch myself against his chest, enjoying the firm skin under my fingers. My breath is still coming in quick pants, but I take advantage of my freedom and skim my hands over his chest and arms, down the ridges of his abs.
When I reach the length of him bobbing out of the water, I hesitate. I glance up at him between my lashes to find him watching me with some bemusement, like even he’s not quite sure why he’s letting me get away with touching him like this.
“ Don’t go getting shy on us now,” Beau says in my ear.
He takes my hand in his and wraps it around Dom’s thick dick. My breath hitches.
“ Nice and firm, darlin’, just watch your nails.”
Dom’s cock is warm and swollen through the length, the wide tip flared and ruddy and begging for attention.
Beau moves my hand in a steady rhythm and the water begins to churn around us.
I’m surprised it isn’t steaming. He feels so good, silky and hard all at once, and every twitch under my palm makes me want to pant.
I give myself over to Beau’s murmured instructions, loosening my grip now, tightening here.
I lose myself to their rhythms, how they press me between them, the way they use me to push one another’s buttons—to push mine.
This is their specialty after all, looking after each other as much as they look after their sub.
It’s their tandem understanding, their friendship, their ability to share desire and these vulnerable, perfect moments together. I see it now, so clearly.
Dom widens his stance as I look up at him nervously, wondering how he’s taking my bold touches.
It wasn’t like I’d asked. He cocks his head at my attention, raising his brow in question.
Then he just crosses his arms across his chest and glances away, like he’s vaguely bored.
Like he’s accepting his due as our king and commander.
Beau moves my hand down, urging me to fondle his balls, to rub the sensitive patch of skin below his sac until Dom’s indifference begins to falter.
We return my hand to his cock, and the scorching throb in my fist and the dark flush of color over his cheekbones betrays his lust. I shiver back into Beau , pressing my thighs together against the ache.
I want to service him properly. I want to make our commander shake.
With a whimper, I stroke him again, this time not guided completely by Beau , and rub my thumb over the swollen tip. Beau’s teeth catch my earlobe and tighten in warning, and I snuggle against him, enjoying the sting a little too much.
Dom’s gaze cuts back to consider me and, this time, amusement lurks in the golden depths again. “ Do you want to please me, pet?”
This time, the name doesn’t grate.
Deciding honesty is something a good girl would strive for, I nod. “ Yes , sir.”
Lips twitching, he says, “ Good .” Dom brushes his lips against mine. “ You should see the way he comes apart when he gets a nice, warm mouth around him. He’s a beast.”
My eyes widen at the crass, careless words.
His eyes flick to Beau . “ We should take her to the bank. I want to see you take her mouth, and if we do it here, she’ll drown before she gets you off.”
“ Great plan.” Beau picks me up and tosses me over his shoulder with a cheerful bounce.
I squirm on instinct, and Beau’s wide hand claps against my ass painfully. “ Stay still for me now.”