12
A s planned, they showed up at Erin’s apartment at nine-thirty on the dot. Cruz had expected to possibly have to wait for her to finish getting dressed or packing. He had not expected her to have breakfast made waiting on them. He and Paetyn planned for them to stop and get something.
However, he wasn’t upset that she wanted to cook for them. It had been a while since someone they were dating cooked for them. Typically, they’d want Paetyn to do all the cooking, and Cruz could understand that. Paetyn was arguably, in Cruz’s opinion, one of the best chefs in the world, and he didn’t mind cooking.
After eating, he and Paetyn volunteered to wash dishes while Erin double-checked that she packed everything she needed.
When they finished, they turned off the lights. Cruz took Erin’s suitcase from her, and they exited the apartment, stopping momentarily for her to set the alarm and lock the door. Cruz placed her suitcase in the trunk, and they offered her the front seat as usual, but she chose to get into the back. He was sure it was because she might fall asleep, and the back would be more comfortable.
When they merged onto the highway, Erin began telling them the names she’d come up with for her tattoo shop. Cruz liked them but didn’t show if he favored one more because he didn’t want to influence her decision. He was sure they both wanted her to be satisfied with whatever she chose and for it to be her choice.
The entire drive was filled with conversation, and Erin pinched them both twice when they passed two Volkswagen Beetles. Cruz felt it may have been her favorite car game as a kid.
When they pulled up to the house they’d be staying in for the next few days, he popped the trunk, and the three got out. He grabbed his and Erin’s suitcases when she reached for it. Paetyn grabbed his, took Erin’s hand, and led her to the front door.
Once inside, they left their suitcases by the door and followed Erin as she looked around the house.
The house was spacious, with an open living, dining, and kitchen area. Glass sliding doors led onto a deck with lounge seating, a grill, and a table. There were three bedrooms, each with connected bathrooms. They looked at the first two rooms before going to the last one. It was further away from the others and easily the primary bedroom.
“Why are there three bedrooms?” Erin asked as she walked through the room towards the open bathroom door.
“For you to have your own space if you want it,” Paetyn responded.
“Since we’re celebrating my birthday, I can choose which room I want, right?”
“Of course, Ma?y.”
“Then we’re sleeping in this one,” she informed, coming out of the bathroom.
Erin approached them and placed her hands on Cruz’s chest, rising to her tiptoes. He leaned down and kissed her, his left hand resting on her waist. When they pulled away from the kiss, she stepped over to Paetyn, kissing him as well.
“Thank you both. This place is pretty.”
“You’re welcome, Angel, but you don’t have to thank us.”
Paetyn placed his hand on the small of Erin’s back and guided her out of the bedroom. Cruz followed behind them until they made it back to the living room.
“Why don’t you sit down and relax, and we’ll grab the luggage,” Cruz suggested as he headed towards the entryway where they left their suitcases.
They took them into the room Erin chose before Cruz joined her in the living room, and Paetyn went to check what the kitchen was equipped with. She was flipping through channels when Cruz sat beside her, and he didn’t miss her shifting closer to him so their legs were touching.
Paetyn walked into the living room a few minutes later. “They stocked a few things in the refrigerator, but we may want to get more.”
Erin turned to look at him. “We can go in a little bit. Get some lunch and then go to the store.”
Paetyn nodded as he sat on the other side of Erin, and Cruz looked at his watch. It was a little after one, so he figured they could leave in about an hour. They planned to take Erin to a private hot spring they rented and have a moonlight picnic before bringing her back and giving her the original present she’d wanted on her birthday.
P aetyn carried the basket filled with food in his left hand, his right intertwined with Erin’s, her right arm laced in Cruz’s, holding a bag with their swimsuits. Cruz carried a blanket and a bottle of wine as they approached the hot spring. Paetyn raised the hand that held Erin’s and keyed in the code he’d gotten to unlock the door.
Once inside, he and Cruz sat down the items they held on a bench. Two doors beside them led to the men’s and women’s showers. Erin opened the bag she had and passed them their trunks.
“We’ll meet you out there in fifteen minutes,” he stated, and Erin nodded.
He and Cruz entered the men’s room, each taking one of the available showers. The hot spring was equipped with everything they needed and was the owner’s preferred product, so they respected her wishes and used them.
After his shower, Paetyn dried off and slipped on his swim trunks. He entered the common area, and Cruz came out a minute later. They placed their clothes in the bag and grabbed the basket, blanket, and wine.
Paetyn slid the door open and stepped outside. The hot spring was natural, but the owners built around it, encasing it and building a lucrative business out of it. They spread the blanket out and pulled the food from the basket. They’d had a large lunch, so they went for something light for dinner. Cruz was pouring wine into stemless glasses when Erin walked out.
This wasn’t the first time he’d seen her in swimwear. They’d all gone swimming at their house last year, but Paetyn couldn’t help but take her in. She was wearing a yellow two-piece. The color contrasted against her umber skin, and she looked irresistible.
“This is gorgeous,” Erin stated, looking around at their surroundings. “Is the hot spring man-made?”
“It’s natural. The owners built around it,” Paetyn responded.
Her eyes came to him, and he knew she was checking him out. Paetyn had no objections. He enjoyed it when she looked at him. The look in her eyes spoke volumes and claimed him.
Erin’s eyes shifted from him to Cruz, and she looked him over with just as much desire, as much claim as she’d just looked at Paetyn.
“Come here, Ma?y. Why don’t we eat first, and then we’ll get in.”
Erin sat between them, and Paetyn passed her a glass of wine. As they ate, Erin questioned what they had planned for tomorrow. He wasn’t sure they’d make it out of the house tomorrow with the way they planned on catering to her tonight. They planned on exhausting all of her energy and theirs.
When they finished eating, Paetyn slipped into the hot spring, taking Erin’s hand and helping her step down. There were built-in seats under the water around the spring except for the designated area you stepped into, and Paetyn placed Erin on one.
“This feels amazing,” Erin stated, releasing a noise from the back of her throat reminiscent of a moan.
Cruz sat on Erin’s right while Paetyn moved from in front of her and sat on her left. He watched as she tilted her head back, looking at the sky. The stars twinkled overhead, and the moon was luminescent. The wind was still, and the soft sounds of nature provided background music. It was peaceful.
It was quiet between the three of them for a while. It wasn’t uncomfortable, and Paetyn noticed that things between them so far were falling into place much easier and faster than they had in their past few relationships.
“I’ve chosen a name,” Erin spoke, breaking the silence.
Paetyn knew that she was talking about her tattoo parlor. “What did you choose, Angel?”
She slid off of the seat, stood, and turned to look at them. “Ashes to Ink with a Phoenix on the sign.”
That wasn’t among the names she’d told them about on the car ride. Paetyn assumed she’d been mulling it over, waiting to tell them, or recently came up with it.
“Why that name, Ma?y?”
“Well, in Greek mythology, the Phoenix is reborn by rising from the ashes of its previous self. A tattoo is like that for some people. It’s them being reborn through a piece that means something to them. It’s them rising from the ashes of their past.”
Paetyn found himself smiling at her. He liked the name, and the sentiment behind it showed how much she put into her craft and what it meant to her to allow people to express themselves through the pieces they chose.
“Where did this inspiration strike from?” Paetyn inquired, and Erin pointed up to a cluster of stars.
“It looks like a bird, doesn’t it?” she asked when they both looked up.
“It does,” Cruz responded. “I think we should celebrate you choosing the perfect name.”
Erin gave them both one of those alluring smiles that Paetyn was starting to realize wasn’t always on purpose. “Celebrating sounds nice.”
They got out of the hot spring several minutes later. Cruz and Paetyn cleaned up the leftover food and threw the trash away while Erin dressed. When they finished, they entered the men’s room and dried off.
When dressed, they returned to the car, placing the basket and bag on the backseat floorboard before driving off. Paetyn knew they had a long celebration ahead.
E rin sat at the end of the bed, Paetyn and Cruz standing before her. They made it back to the house a few minutes ago, and a part of Erin thought that they would undress her as soon as they arrived. Strip her naked and have their way with her. She shouldn’t be surprised that the opposite was happening.
She’d learned that Paetyn had more patience than she thought any person should be able to possess, and while Cruz was always forward and outspoken about what he wanted, he always ensured she was comfortable with it. They both did. These were things she’d picked up on before they began dating that she was now seeing the full extent of.
“Angel, we don’t want you to be uncomfortable with anything that’s about to happen. If you don’t like something, tell us immediately.”
“But we also know how…difficult it can be to express yourself when you do like something in the throes of passion,” Cruz stated. “We want you to remember some words for us.”
“Like a safe word? Something like green, yellow, red?” Erin questioned.
“Yes, but we prefer to use temperatures,” Paetyn told her. “Cold, Luke-warm, warm, hot, boiling.”
“Cold means you don’t like it; it’s uncomfortable. Luke-warm tells us that you like it but want more or need something else with it,” Cruz informed, and Erin nodded. She could remember that, and from what he’d told her, she could guess what the other temperatures meant, but she knew she wouldn’t have to; they would tell her.
“Warm means you like what’s happening the way it is. Hot means you’re overwhelmed and need us to slow down and give you a break, and boiling means it’s too much, and you need us to stop immediately,” Paetyn explained.
“Okay, I got it,” Erin told them.
“Repeat it back to us,” Paetyn instructed.
Erin repeated the temperatures and what they meant back to them, and they nodded, approaching her. Paetyn pulled her up from the bed, and she found herself sandwiched between the two men. It wasn’t the first time she’d been in this position. However, Erin knew where things were going this time, and anticipation and excitement surged through her.
Erin’s chest rose and fell slowly as she took in her situation. She had never been one to be overwhelmed and at a loss for words easily. Yet she didn’t think she could form words if she tried. She was hyper-focused on the smell of their cologne as the two mixed and danced around her. Erin wasn’t bothered that words were escaping her at the moment. She knew what she wanted and was sure her men also did.
Pure want and desire were coursing within her body. Hell, it wasn’t every day that she got placed in a position like this, given the ability to be pleasured by two irresistible men that she got to call hers. Erin was glad she hadn’t overthought it and passed on being with them because now she could indulge in this as often as she wanted.
Looking up into emerald, green eyes, Erin could feel herself getting wet. Those eyes were full of desire and promise. His hands came up, and he cupped her breast. Slowly kneading them, never taking his eyes from hers, and she didn’t want him to.
A hand snaking across her stomach and into her shorts had her jumping slightly. She’d been so transfixed by Paetyn’s eyes that she hadn’t noticed they’d been undone. The hand slid into her panties, and a single finger brushing over her clit had her throwing her head back. Leaning backward into Cruz while looking up into his steely gray eyes. He spread her folds with his index and ring finger before dipping his middle finger into her dripping pussy.
“We’re going to get you drenching wet,” Cruz told her in that deep voice of his that she was sure would have any woman creaming in her panties as he began to suck on her neck.
A hand left her breast and gripped her chin softly but firmly.
“Then, we’re going to fuck you until you can’t stand straight,” Paetyn finished descending his lips onto hers.
He led her in a slow, deep kiss. Erin followed along as his tongue tasted every inch of her mouth. She moaned into the kiss as Cruz’s finger stroked in and out of her slowly. Paetyn swallowed each moan that she breathed into the kiss.
Erin felt his hand slip under her shirt, his palm warm against her skin as it traveled up to her breast. She hadn’t bothered putting her bra back on when they’d left the hot spring, and Paetyn’s thumb brushed over her nipple, causing an intake of breath.
She knew what these men could do with their fingers, their tongues. They’d taken her to new heights with just those things, and Erin was ready for everything they would give her.