Chapter 9
“Cian? What are you doing here? How did you get in?” I ask, ducking away from Aden as our visitor crosses the pool deck toward us in the water.
The gorgeous rocker’s smile falters when he directs his attention to Aden. “You didn’t tell her I was coming?”
Aden shrugs. “I thought it would be better if the three of us discussed this together.”
“Discuss what?” I snap, turning on him.
“Gabi, you remember Cian, right?” Aden waves up at his friend.
“Who could forget him?” I steal another glance at Cian’s tall, lean frame that looks even more tantalizing towering above us. “But why is he here?”
“We need his help.”
“We do?”
Cian doesn’t look any happier than I do at Aden’s cryptic responses, but at least he knows why the hell he’s at my house.
I’m also trying to ignore his striking beauty, accentuated by the seductive shadows of the pool lighting.
We were well into our make-out session at Sin Gin before I learned he was Cian Daley, lead singer of the rock band After Dark. It hadn’t mattered then, but my charged body seems to be loving that fact now.
My climbing heart rate jumps higher at the way he and Aden are looking at each other. I’ve never looked at a “friend” like that.
“Thanks for coming,” Aden says.
He launches himself out of the water and braces on the edge of the pool to my right. With every muscle straining and wet, he tortures us for several long seconds with a mouthwatering display of his glistening, naked body.
Bright moonlight carves into each line and groove of sculpted muscle, caressing his skin like it’s craving him too.
His cock is still half hard from our sizzling tension, and heat burns low in my belly at the memory of how the hot ridge felt against me—how much I still want to touch. Taste. Own.
Cian’s eyes are glued to the walking work of art with the same hunger as mine when Aden pushes to his feet. Desire for both of them floods my body in a sudden rush of heat.
Aden motions to where I’m hanging on the edge of the pool below them. “Gabi and I want to fuck each other but can’t.” His eyes bore into me when he says fuck. “We need you to serve as our… intermediary.”
Silence.
“Your intermediary?” Cian asks, tilting his head. “You’re saying you want to use me as, what? A sex puppet?”
His tone is more intrigued than horrified.
I’d giggle at the term “sex puppet” if I wasn’t so turned on by the idea of having both of them at once.
Cian holds Aden’s gaze. Understanding seems to pass between them and I wonder if they’ve been intimate like this before.
When Cian’s rich green eyes land on me, my own belly seizes with lust. Fuck, he’s gorgeous.
Calm down. What is wrong with you?
Aden. That’s what’s wrong with me. I’ve never been high on the sexually adventurous scale, but Aden challenges so many things I thought I knew about myself. He short-circuits all my preconceptions and leads me to consider possibilities I never would have thought possible. Perhaps I haven’t explored these possibilities because I didn’t have the right partner.
Aden shakes his head. “Not a sex puppet, just… actually, yes. Pretty much that,” he says with a shrug.
Cian’s smile spreads into a grin. “Sounds fun. I’m in.”
“Hang on,” I say, holding up my hand. “A threesome? That’s why he’s here?”
Aden’s scorching gaze burns away the rest of my questions. I’m still not exactly sure where tonight is headed, but I know my blood is pounding and my core is burning. I know I need to satisfy this craving soon or I’m going to explode. If it means finally having him, I don’t care what his parameters are.
And Cian is… a hard yes.
Fuck yes.
Cian’s gaze skims over my face, down to my breasts still visible above the water, then back to my face. Memories of his soft lips and hard body come screaming back.
Aden draws my attention and traps me with a heated stare. “No more lies, Gabi. What do you imagine when you touch yourself? What do you really want to do to me?”
“I… You know,” I say, breathless.
He shakes his head. “I don’t. And I don’t want you to tell me. I want you to show me.”
He nods toward Cian, who’s chiseled body and mesmerizing eyes have moved from a temptation to a necessity in the last five minutes.
I pull in a quick breath, my teeth sinking into my lip as I look from Aden to Cian. They couldn’t look more different, but right now, both are completely captivating. Cian’s dark brown, shoulder-length hair is the opposite of Aden’s wild blond curls but would still be perfect for gripping in the heat of passion.
Cian’s chest moves in deep breaths, showing off hard planes beneath a thin white t-shirt, and suddenly, I’m desperate to see it off.
No, not see—take. I’m desperate to take it off.
“You don’t have to do this,” he says, searching my eyes in the moonlight.
“I know,” I answer softly, holding his gaze. “But I want to.”
More than that. I need to. Like a few minutes ago with Aden, my trembling body wants it all.
Before I can respond, Aden approaches Cian and reaches for the hem of his shirt. Cian shifts his attention back to Aden, his expression filled with the same lust burning through me.
Their intense stares remain locked as Aden tugs Cian’s shirt up his chest and helps pull it over his head. For a blistering second, Cian’s potent gaze burns through messy dark strands hanging in his eyes. I feel his lust as Aden smooths his palm against the left side of his face and runs his thumb over Cian’s lips like he’d done to me a moment ago. His lips part. Their obvious attraction for each other makes me hot all over.
My lungs contract in short breaths.
I. Want.
“Is this what you fantasize about, Gabi?” Aden says. His other hand skims Cian’s chest and digs into his pectorals.
Yes. So much, yes.
I am unable to move, completely enraptured by what’s happening in front of me.
Cian’s gaze drifts to me, aroused and curious at the same time. It’s an alluring combination. The thought of controlling these two beautiful, powerful men has my core throbbing with desire.
“Do you wonder what I feel like?” Aden continues while he studies the path of his hand over Cian’s sculpted torso with intense focus.
My blood burns hot while I watch. I feel the tension in Cian as he holds back to allow Aden to play. Long fingers press into his chest, then run up his neck to knot in his hair. My hungry gaze is already glued to their mouths, anticipating an explosive kiss. I’m longing to see Aden ravage him.
His eyes lock on Cian’s.
“Do you wonder what I taste like?”
With the brutal grip on Cian’s hair, Aden wrenches him close. Their lips come together in a frenzied connection, as if sucking the life from each other’s lungs. Cian surrenders to the demand, completely under Aden’s spell. Their toned muscles flex and strain as they pursue each other. Aden’s desperate grip on Cian has my own fingers curling around the ledge of the pool. I need to be clutching blond curls. Yanking soft, expert lips to mine. I need to feel over six feet of hard, hot muscle pressing against me and surrendering to my desire.
Aden must read my lust when he breaks away from Cian and gives me a long look. Cian glances between us, almost in sympathy. The fire in Aden’s eyes when they lock on mine is painful.
I want you like this, he screams silently.
I want him just as much.
“Yes, I fantasize about it,” I confess. “All the fucking time.”
Raw lust flares over Aden’s face, and when I glance at Cian, his hungry gaze is glued to me as well.
Both men track my every movement as I climb out of the pool. I feel their desire in my pores and pause beneath their predatory scans to enjoy it. Heat pulses at the apex of my thighs with each pound of my heart. My nipples harden against the slick fabric of my bikini top.
I reach behind me and loosen the knot at my neck.
Flames erupt in their eyes as the small triangles fall away, exposing my breasts. The intense silence continues when I free the knot at my back. The men stand rigid, primed for explosion while the scrap of material drops to the pool deck.
Dripping water tickles my skin as I stand on display, and I take my time scouring them as well. Cian’s chest lifts in a heavy breath. Aden’s cock looks painfully hard, begging to be stroked.
I want them both so much, but I get it now. This is the game. This is how I can have Aden without getting us into trouble with my mother.
So, it’s Cian I approach.
Their attention stays fixed on me as I release the button on Cian’s jeans and shove down the zipper. A line of course hair drags my gaze through the cut grooves of his lower abdominal muscles toward the base of his hardening cock, now visible through the open zipper.
Everything in me wants to reach in, and his eyes are pleading for the same. But this is about savoring the moment, my opportunity to play, so instead I spread my palms over his chest.
“Maybe you feel like this,” I say in a sultry tone. “Hard. Hot?” I cast Aden a coy look and love the mix of jealousy and longing in his expression.
Turning my attention back on Cian, I glide my hands over his skin, relishing in the electric buzz I remember from the club. It’s not as intense as what I feel when I touch Aden, but equally intriguing.
It feels incredible, and I’m fascinated as my hands move along the smooth contours of his chest. His hard nipples graze my palms as my fingertips sink into warm, dense muscle.
While I play, I let my mind fantasize about its real target: Aden, naked in the pool, arms spread against the edge, waiting for me. Commanding me to take what I want.
Cian’s full lips are slightly parted where they hover several inches above mine. I run my finger over them, studying the small indent from my touch. My gaze drifts to Aden, and when I speak, his burning look ignites the blaze inside me.
I want to taste.
“Maybe you taste sweet. Maybe salty. Maybe both.”
I slide my hand over Cian’s cheek and guide his mouth to mine. A spark fires along my lips where they meet his, triggering a surge of desire I can’t resist any longer. I need more. So much more.
Closing my eyes, it’s not hard to pretend it’s Aden in my hands as I tangle my fingers in soft, thick hair. It’s Aden’s mouth I’m experiencing, his tongue I’m seeking when the kiss evolves into lazy exploration. Cian is an incredible kisser, and I’m sure Aden is as well.
My grip tightens on his hair as our kiss deepens. My bare breasts press against the warm, rigid heat of his chest. Within seconds, the hesitant exploration gives way to insatiable hunger. Each collision of our tongues sucks away more of my inhibitions until I’m consuming him with an urgency meant for the man beside us.
I feel Aden’s gaze as I take out my longing for him on our willing accomplice. My hands clutch. My lips consume. My lungs inhale scorched air that isn’t enough to breathe.
What else do I want?
I want to witness Aden consumed like this, to see his desires. That’s the essence of this game—a sensual exchange of lust.
I break off the kiss and step back.
“Show him what I taste like.”
Cian searches my eyes, and I return a slight nod that’s part gratitude, part encouragement. He must understand when he turns to Aden.
Aden’s kaleidoscope eyes devour me while Cian approaches. He finally tears his gaze away and grips the sides of Cian’s open jeans. He yanks them down, exposing more sharp lines and sleek muscle. His hard cock bobs between them as he steps out of the fabric. Aden closes the gap and drags him in for another penetrating kiss.
My core aches as I watch them, my arousal pooling between my legs at their desperate pursuit of each other.
Cian moans as Aden runs his other palm over the rocker’s rigid length between them. Cian presses into his hand and reaches for Aden as well. Their kiss resumes while their careful strokes match the rhythm of their mouths and tongues. It might be the hottest thing I’ve ever seen, and after just a few seconds, I can’t take it anymore.
This may have started as a way to release some of my desire for Aden, but now I want everything.
I want Cian too.
I want to see Cian and Aden.
I want all of us bending rules and courting disaster.
I close the distance and grab Cian’s arm to pull him away. His surprise quickly spreads into a wicked grin when I guide his head down to resume our earlier kiss. Within seconds, he’s backing me toward one of the rattan couches, where I pull him on top of me.
He braces over me as I thread my hands in his hair to lock him close. His hips drag over mine, his erection spearing me with hard evidence of how turned on he is.
A fleeting sense of relief washes over me as I feel his warmth, it quickly dissolves into a craving for more.
His knee wedges between my legs, forcing glorious friction against my aching center. Cool air hits the wet fabric of my bikini bottoms as I writhe against his thigh.
The kiss intensifies, his tongue in my mouth, his hands in my hair. I need more friction, to feel him there, and I’m relieved when a warm, heavy hand drags up my inner thigh. But instead of the tickle of sensitive skin, it’s fireworks shooting up my leg and exploding throughout my body.
I open my eyes to see it’s Aden touching me. It’s his hand on me as he kneels beside us. Fuck, he feels so good.
His touch is agony and ecstasy.
I release Cian’s hair to take Aden’s hand and guide it where I need it. The sparks are a full-on blaze now as Cian’s expert lips drug mine and Aden’s searing touch molds between my legs. It’s not enough, and I adjust to force him beneath the thin fabric.
“Gabi…” Aden rasps. He’s still trying to resist for some reason, but I don’t care anymore that he’s my mother’s boyfriend. I need his touch. I need himinvading my most intimate places.
“Please,” I whisper.
Aden’s conflicted expression shows how much he wants me. Finally, the resistance eases and he surrenders his hand to my will.
Thank god.
I clasp his wrist with both hands to direct his fingers in a silent plea to fuck me. I rub against his palm, desperate for him to plunge inside. The tip of one finger teases my entrance, sending my hips into a sharp thrust for more. I mold my hand over his, arching to receive him. Pushing, clawing, then groaning when he finally slips one inside.
Fuck, yes.
My hips lift to take him deeper as Cian’s unrelenting kisses across my chest, my stomach, my breasts, push me further and further into oblivion. It’s too much and not enough. I’m dizzy with pleasure, floating and crashing with each shift of pressure and burst of sensation.
The sky fades, time and awareness completely abandoned. I don’t even know where I am, just that I’m drifting toward a supernova. Closer. Burning hotter. It feels so good, so bright and…
Nothing.
Shocked, I open my eyes to see Aden’s not only removed his hand but has Cian’s head firmly in his hold, tempting him away from me with a devastating kiss. I feel weak and almost euphoric from what just happened, a mix of fury and relief that Aden stopped it. I longed to approach that supernova but was simultaneously terrified of it.
Now, I’m a spectator again as Aden lures Cian off me and tackles him on the neighboring couch. Cian’s hands are immediately grasping Aden’s ass, forcing their hips together in a hard, deep collision. His head goes back, his eyes fluttering closed as he absorbs the intense pleasure.
Aden runs his lips over Cian’s throat, then reaches between them to massage their cocks. Their kiss becomes ravenous as Aden drives a harsh rhythm into his hand. With each vigorous thrust, I have a stunning view of the mouthwatering definition of Aden’s muscular form, including the straining curves of his incredible ass. It’s like his body was designed for this purpose as it moves in fierce harmony. I feel like I could come just from watching him.
I slip my fingers into my bikini bottoms and melt into a warm wave of pleasure as I massage my clit. The fires grow with each tight circle that I match to the rhythm and intensity of the men.
Any irritation at being excluded fades into hot lust when Aden adjusts so they can stroke each other for several heated seconds before letting go to allow their hips to rub together again. Cian’s eyes clench shut when Aden forces a long, deep thrust. I can only imagine how good that feels. My own core is throbbing, and I press harder to satisfy the ache.
But there is no satisfaction. Not when the objects of my desire are so far away. And yet, I can’t move. My body feels like cement, heavy and sated, even though I haven’t come yet. For now, all I need is to get off. To see them come undone.
Aden shifts to drag his mouth over Cian’s chest, down his rigid abdominals, and past the hint of coarse hair I’d been admiring earlier. Cian groans as Aden runs his tongue along his shaft, teasing mercilessly until he finally sucks the tip into his mouth.
“Fuck,” Cian breathes out, gripping the edge of the wicker couch. His other hand finds Aden’s hair to hold on while Aden licks and sucks with clear intention. It’s like there’s no wasted movement. Each one sends Cian closer to the edge, until he’s totally lost. His eyes drift shut as Aden works him with expert precision. Their powerful bodies are so beautiful where they connect and separate, like a living work of art I’d want on my wall. In my room. Definitely in my bed.
My fingers are frantic now, rubbing and kneading while my hips rock in desperation. The heat is unbearable. The mounting pressure. Surge after surge of relentless bliss.
A moan erupts from my throat. I need Aden inside me right the fuck now.
Beside me Cian gasps and goes rigid as Aden continues taking him deep into his mouth. His groans free mine as the hot pulses in my core explode into ecstasy.
“Aden,” I breathe out.
Aden snaps his gaze to me as he finishes Cian off with smug satisfaction. Our paces slow in unison while our labored breathing echoes over the pool deck. I almost forgot where we were.
Aden climbs back up Cian’s body and leans in for a messy kiss.
Cian groans and reaches between them as they attack each other’s mouths, grasping Aden’s cock in a firm hold. His touch begins as a tender caress, then escalates into brisk, rapid strokes. Aden tenses, driving into Cian’s hand as much as Cian seems to be moving it.
Cian seems lost in the moment as well, as if climbing into another orgasm just from touching Aden. Soon, Aden’s body stiffens with his own release. He gasps into Cian’s mouth as Cian slows his pace to drain him onto his stomach.
Fuck, that was incredible. I commit every detail to memory, knowing I’ll savor them later when I’m alone. I have a feeling I’ll be replaying this encounter many times, consumed with lust for a man I can’t have.
Aden rests his forehead on Cian’s. His back moves in deep, recovering breaths. He’s so incredibly beautiful, and when his gaze shifts to me, mine is already locked on him.
This is how I want you, his expression says.
Despite the ache of longing inside me, I don’t respond. Somehow, I know it’s supposed to be a silent secret. In fact, this entire night is a dream, a real-life fantasy we’ll have to force back into our imagination once we leave this roof. It didn’t happen. It will never happen again, and the pain of that reality lodges fresh and hard in the pit of my stomach.
If Aden’s intention was to quell our lust for each other, it backfired miserably. All he’s done is turn my desire for him into outright longing. I have no idea how we’ll manage being near each other after this.
“Thank you,” he says, turning back to Cian.
Cian smiles up at him. “Anytime. That’s what friends are for.”