Chapter Twenty-two #2
“I got a call today. Head office wants me to check in and report. It’s long overdue, and some number crunchers are calling for dates and deadlines. Not to mention, we need to hand in that envelope.”
“Fuck.”
“Yeah.”
Both of them? They’re both leaving me here? “How long will you be gone?”
“A week?” Aiden admits and then shrugs. “At most, ten days? God only knows. I could be there and back in four days if they keep it to one meeting,” Aiden estimates, hedging his bets.
“They never do,” Dax warns.
“Nope.”
“So, you’ll both be gone for over a week?” I squeak, anxious about what that means.
Dax realises too and shakes his head. He stands and moves the dishes to the washer, loading the machine as a means of avoiding eye-contact.
“No. I’ll change my plans. Take Sylvie next week or when Aiden gets back.
I can’t leave you alone.” But he still hasn’t met my eyes.
He doesn’t think waiting is a good idea.
I do my best to ease his mind, despite my own concerns about being in this place without them.
“I’m hardly alone. Ben is always nearby, and there’s a team stationed right downstairs.
Plus, I have work to do now. I’ll be busy getting my courses started up and finding my feet with HU.
” With each excuse I give, I realise I’m not lying. I have plenty to keep me distracted.
“She’s right. The compound is the safest place to be,” Aiden agrees.
“Frank will be around too,” Dax adds.
Aiden huffs. “Yeah, like that’ll help.”
“He’s a raging asshole, but he’s loyal,” Dax argues.
I interrupt them. “I’ll trust you then.”
Aiden starts making plans too. “I’ll put Cas on shadow duty. You’ll be able to call him any time, and he’ll be with you in minutes.”
Their worrying puts me a little more at ease. Which has me questioning whether I’m concerned about being unprotected or am I just worried about missing them?
“That all sounds like overkill but thank you.”
“So that’s arranged?” Dax asks.
“Yeah…” Aiden drawls, looking at me.
“Well, if this is our last night together for a while…” Dax ponders.
Aiden catches on faster than I do. His grin lights up his face. “I like your thinking.”
“What? What are you thinking?” I accuse, knowing I’m either going to love or hate whatever they are cooking up. Though, from the shared look on both their faces, I can already tell going to love it.
“My room?” Dax asks.
I barely have time to feign protest before I’m hauled off the sofa and over Aiden’s shoulder. The squeal I make is almost as undignified as having my arse in the air, but damn if I’m not totally into it.
My stomach flutters with nerves at the thought of being with both men.
I’m not seductive; I’m not even attractive.
How do I keep their attention? How do I make sure they are both satisfied?
I doubt lying back and letting them do whatever they want will be enough.
The flutters turn into great elephant stomps by the time Aiden puts me down.
But the second he does, I realise I’ve been worrying over nothing. The scene that erupts in the room isn’t the sleek seduction I’m expecting. It’s wholesome. It’s normal.
Dax makes for his closet and starts throwing pyjamas at Aiden and I, his own navy fleece pyjama pants scrunched in his hands.
Aiden picks up a remote control from the bedside table and summons the TV from a recess in the sideboard against the wall opposite Dax’s bed. The thing is huge and moves silently.
“Who wants the shower first, or are we all piling in to speed this up?” Dax asks.
Both men turn to me for the answer, and I’m struck dumb at the choice. I almost suggest going back to my room to give them space but realise there’s not much point acting shy after having slept with them both.
I mean, this is it, right? What I asked them for? An example of how this would work for us. “Let’s pile in. It’s big enough.”
Aiden tries and fails to hide his smile when Dax coughs and starts babbling about running the water hot enough for us all, then vanishes into the bathroom.
“Wrong choice?” I ask Aiden.
“Perfect choice,” he disagrees. “I get the feeling that your boy is a little excited that you said yes.”
“Me too. If you can call nervousness excitement.”
“Trust me, we’re all feeling that, but we’re in it together. Let’s enjoy wherever it goes.”
I nod, take my borrowed PJs into the bathroom, and fold them on the vanity beside Dax’s.
He’s already naked, wrapped only in a towel and leaning into the shower to adjust the settings.
Water pours in from the ceiling like rainfall.
I didn’t even know his shower could do that.
Aiden used the mounted shower head last time.
“That looks so relaxing. Does it do other stuff?”
“It has a jet setting too. For those achy muscle days. Kind of like a massage.” He points out the nozzles discreetly hidden between the tiles. “We can try that next time if you like?”
“I recommend it. It’s saved my sanity on more than one occasion,” Aiden adds.
“I get the sense you both spend a lot of time in here.”
“Beer, movies, and planning world domination, Tiger. Where better to do it than in a comfortable bed?”
“Oh, so that’s why I wake up with you stealing my stuff or taking over my bathroom?” Dax grouses.
Aiden chuckles and starts stripping off his jeans. I follow his lead and take off my clothes. “If you’d given me a room with an ensuite, perhaps I’d be less of a fixture in your space, but come on, how many nights did I need to sit with you? This is as much my room now as yours.”
The reminder makes Dax stiffen. He waves his hand at Aiden. “Yeah, well, that’s a story for another time.”
I do my best to defuse it before it ruins things. “It’s okay, I won’t ask. I will, however, take you up on the spa-head shower at some point.”
“You can use my bathroom while I’m away. My room too if you think you’d be more comfortable here. I might need to give you a key,” Dax mutters to himself.
“Not a bad idea. Give her the code for the escape tunnel, too. Just in case.”
“I’ll write it down.”
“You can tell me it. I’ll remember.”
“Really?”
“Try me.”
“Okay, I’ll give you three sets of numbers to remember.
The first set: 51, 05, 15.8, N, 0, 40, 21.
0, E. Got it?” He squeezes shower gel into Aiden’s palms and then his own, before spinning me around and massaging it into my back and neck, pulling his hands down to slide along my spine, waist, buttocks and back up again.
Aiden sandwiches me from the front and caresses my collarbones, breasts, waist, stomach and back up under my breasts, cupping them as he runs his thumbs back and forth beneath them.
Damn if I’m not distracted. But I repeat the numbers once to myself to be sure and then sigh out, “Hmmm, got it.”
“Good girl.” His whisper sends a shiver down my spine in the best of ways. Dax’s eyes widen at my reaction and then grins wickedly.
“Next set of numbers and letters,” Aiden warns.
“OP-89-78-65-CS-2,” Dax says slowly, as he soaps up my arse and legs, his fingers stroking the length of my pussy. Aiden watches Dax’s hands with hooded eyes, soaping himself and taking extra care while stroking his hardening length and giving me yet another distraction.
“OP-89-78-65-CS-2. Got it,” I repeat unsteadily.
“Very good, Tiger. One more,” Aiden drawls, water cascading down his muscular body as he runs his hand up and down his shaft. I suck a deep lemony breath into my lungs and hold it there until I feel like I’ll burst.
“O-kay,” I shudder out along with the breath.
Dax spins me back to face him. Then sinks to his knees. “Aiden told me how good you were at riding his face. Said he worshipped you on his knees.”
Aiden presses in behind me. His cock nestles into my arse cheeks and presses against the small of my back given his height difference to me.
“I’m going to see for myself what a good girl you can be. Aiden—”
“I’ve got her,” he whispers to Dax, who lifts one of my already trembling legs over his shoulder. Without Aiden pressed up against me, I’d be on the floor.
Dax strokes me again, parting my folds and leaning in to kiss the hood of my clit. I shudder, but Aiden proves his worth and holds me steady.
Dax grins. “Ready?” he asks. But I’m not sure if he means for the last set of numbers or for what his eyes are promising. He leans in and licks, then sucks, and my mind is gone. My body greedily arches towards his mouth for more.
“17-23-AN…” He dives back in, flicking his tongue, finding my aching centre with his fingers, and sliding them inside, pumping slow and deliberate. “89-67…” he whispers, pulling back again.
Fuck. What did he say? I’m not sure I care.
I’m so fucking close to coming. Aiden’s rocking against me too.
Despite never having explored anal before, I’m trembling at the thought of them both, the flexing, the empty yearning to be full.
The need. Aiden is so close. A little lower…
just a little more. Fuck, I’m so wet. Dax speeds up.
My legs are shaking. Aiden and Dax are holding me up now.
My orgasm is there…right there. I can almost…
“33-1,” he says, nipping my clit as I explode in a torrent of shudders and starlight.