Chapter 20 – Journey
JOURNEY
We’ve killed monsters. Rescued humans. Protected entire societies from the darkness that threatened to consume them.
But apparently, we can’t pick out clothes for one tiny woman.
We argued about the size. About the color. And about the style. After each choosing an outfit for her from the only clothing store still open in the tiny town… maybe the only clothing store in the town, we’re heading back to the motel with four large pizzas and three women’s outfits.
Hopefully something we bought will make her happy.
Opening the motel room, the same tiny lamp we turned on is still illuminating the desk in one corner, but the room is strangely silent. For a minute I panic. Is she gone? Did something take her?
And then my gaze slides to one of the beds, and I freeze.
She’s there.
Holy fuck.
She’s lying on her back, the sheets tangled around her waist… completely naked. The sight of her bare breasts, small and perfect, begging to be touched and tasted, has melted my brain and hardened my dick. All I can do is stare and stare, like a man starved.
I’m shoved from behind.
“What’s the hold up?” Grey growls. “I’ve got a mountain of pizza.”
I don’t even care.
I’m finally shoved out of the way. The two men pile in behind me. Grey is mumbling to himself when he sets the pizza down, but I know the instant both men see her.
We’re all absolutely silent.
Staring in shock.
We have a beautiful, naked woman in one of our beds, and we don’t have a clue what to do about it.
“Is she waiting for us?” Ender asks.
“You wish,” Grey says, but his response is breathless.
Swallowing hard, I move to the edge of her bed.
My fingers curl into my palms as I stare at her hard nipples, her smooth stomach, and her skin that looks soft as hell.
If she was here waiting for us but fell asleep before her seduction, I should wake her with a kiss.
But if I do, and that wasn’t what she planned at all, I’ll feel like an ass.
It’s almost painful to lean down and whisper her name. “Celaeno.” My voice comes out rough with need. “We brought food… and clothes.”
She moans in her sleep and arches her back, shifting her position.
My cock twitches uncomfortably in my pants, begging me to free it. Her lips part slightly, and I imagine her sweet mouth wrapped around my shaft. Once the image fills my mind, there’s nothing else.
The Fates must be laughing their asses off imagining three celibate gargoyles spending a night in a room with this naked vixen.
The mattress suddenly shifts, and Grey sits on the other side of the bed. “Celaeno,” he growls, “wake up!”
She wrinkles her nose in the cutest damn way. “What? You grouchy old gargoyle!”
“Get up!” he says.
Without opening her eyes, she sits up. The blankets slide further down her body, and I swear, one more inch and we’ll see every inch of her. “What?” she mutters. “What’s so damn important?”
Grey pulls her into his lap, and her eyes finally flash open. They look at each other, and Grey may appear mad, but I know better. He’s so aroused he’s about to snap.
“Do you know what you’re doing to us?”
She looks confused. “Yes.”
His mouth draws into a line. “And you want this?”
Again, she looks confused. “Yes.”
“Fuck,” he groans, and then his mouth is on hers.
I think Ender and I are too shocked to move for an instant. If Grey’s kissing her, that’s the green light for us both to lose control. And we’re more than happy to… if she actually wants us.
As their kiss deepens, she shifts in his lap, her hand digging into the back of his hair and pulling him closer. When his hand raises and curls around one of her breasts, she pulls back from his kiss and makes a squeak of protest.
“I’m naked!”
Grey flicks her nipple. “Yes, you are.”
Her gaze sweeps from Ender to me. “So, you all want to…”
“Yes,” I answer, too quickly.
“Then what are you waiting for?”
I know I should play it cool, but I’m struggling out of my clothes like a teenage boy. I lose my balance while trying to get my damn pants and shoes off, but then I’m on the bed next to a naked goddess, and I don’t give a fuck about anything.
Grey’s kissing her again, stroking one of her mouth-watering breasts like he owns the damn thing.
I yank her out of his grip and pull her sweet, naked body into my lap. The friction of her ass on my hard dick makes me want to come right there.
Grey looks like he’s about to punch me.
“Take your clothes off first, asshole,” I tell him.
And then I’m burying my face between her breasts, licking the soft skin. She moves across my lap to straddle me. I groan and clench my teeth. Oh, fuck. If I knew we were going to break our twenty-year run of no sex, I would have masturbated beforehand. A lot.
But since I didn’t, this will take every drop of control I have.
When she starts to moan and slide on top of me, my thoughts snap back to the naked woman. My mouth trails to her nipples, and I suck and play with them. I am such a breast man, and everyone knows it. Large or small, I could spend my day buried between them.
I’m going to enjoy every second of this.
The bed shifts, and I see Ender rise up behind her. He reaches between us and strokes her between her thighs.
She cries out and wraps her hands around my head, drawing me closer. I don’t mind a damn bit. She’s also bouncing against me, which is doing all kinds of things to my control. My hands go to her hips and I adjust her so I’m sliding just where I want to be.
Every muscle in my body is tense.
She’s bucking against Ender’s hand, which causes her to rub against my erection.
I can’t be sure, but I think she might be trying to drive me insane.
My hands tense on her hips and I’m breathing hard, but I just keep sucking on her beautiful breasts, loving how she shoves my head against her as she thrashes.
And then Grey is lying beside us. I turn to look at him and see that he’s stroking himself. His expression is entirely focused on the action, his eyes dark. He’s waiting, biding his time for her sweet mouth.
It’s been a long time since we shared a woman in our bed, but we haven’t forgotten. You never forget. When Grey moves closer and captures her neck, pulling her into a kiss, I continue to lavish her breasts. I hear Ender swearing softly under his breath, and then her entire body tenses.
I glance at him. He’s easing himself into her from behind.
“Do you want me to stop?” he pants.
She shakes her head. “Just… I want… both of you.”
My head feels light. She wants me inside of her?
I adjust her, pressing my tip at just the right spot. I’m repeating the names of every type of stone I know in my head as I ease myself into her tight body. Inch by inch she squeezes me harder. Her nails dig into my shoulders, and I know Ender is sliding into her from behind.
When I can go no further, I look up and meet her hooded gaze. Our woman looks overwhelmed but satisfied. My stone heart warms.
Grey rises up beside us and guides her head to the side. She takes him into her mouth, and the sight of her greedily sucking him only deepens my arousal.
I lift her by her hips and plunge her right back down. She cries out around the dick in her mouth, but I don’t slow. Ender and I find a rhythm, thrusting in and out of her tight body as it squeezes and clenches around us.
I’m back to listing every type of stone I know.
Back to trying to keep myself from spilling my seed before I’ve satisfied my female.
She starts to spasm around my cock. Her nails drag down my shoulders, slicing into my flesh, and she’s coming.
She rides us in a frenzy and takes Grey even deeper into her throat.
I stop listing stone. I grip her tight as my thrusts grow even faster, racing toward the edge, and I’m coming, filling her sweet, tight body with my seed.
Every nerve in my body is awake, in tune to every twitch of the woman on top of me.
Ender shouts, and then he’s coming too. I lay back and watch her face as she’s filled by both of us.
Grey growls and grasps the back of her head.
His expression is one of complete ecstasy as he finishes into her mouth.
For several long seconds, we’re all just surrounding her, filling her.
She connects us in a way we haven’t been in a long time.
Grey and Ender pull out of her and lay on the bed. It’s a tight squeeze, but we manage it. She stays on me, my dick still buried inside of her. I like that her head rests over my heart. I run my fingers through her long, beautiful dark hair, and my thoughts circle.
If this was just about sex, I’d be showering now. But I’m not. I’m lying here, enjoying every second in this woman’s arms, and that scares me. I like her. I like the way she challenges Grey and the way she makes Ender laugh.
When we return home, we’ll be with the other gargoyles, watching the three females, swollen with their pregnancies, watching the fathers doting over them.
And us? We’ll be lonely. We’ll be dreaming of… this.
But we’ve had sex before. We’ve dated before, both humans and non-humans, and it was never like this.
I thought it was because we knew there was almost no hope of children with them.
With Celaeno? I don’t know… I guess if we had to give up our dream of fatherhood, she’s the woman I’d give it up for.
The slim chance that a female gargoyle will one day choose us to impregnate her seems less important than a lifetime with just this woman.
And yet she’s a monster.
I stiffen. There’s that too. If we brought her home, they’d kill her. If we don’t come home to report her death, they’ll send other gargoyles after her.
Is there any hope this could work?
I lean down and kiss the top of her head. She looks up and her dark eyes catch mine. We’re staring at each other. My heart wants to imagine she’s thinking the same thing I am—that she wishes this moment would never end.
Because when it does, we’re going to have to truly decide if we will betray our people, or if we’re still going to kill her.
Either choice claws at my heart.
So I’m just going to pray this moment stretches on without limit, and that we never have to decide.
Because even if people claim gargoyles have hearts of stone, we don’t.