Rowe pushed her hands out of the way to finish tugging her bottoms down before cupping the mound between her legs.
Paine’s mouth watered, already imagining the softness of her inner lips under his tongue. There was a smattering of dark curls on her mound keeping her most private parts private. But what he could see looked damn delicious.
Damn delicious.
Chapter Seventeen
Indigo was about to explode.
Or at least she felt like she was.
Her skin was so sensitive that every time Paine whispered something naughty in her ear, she felt it all the way down her spine. Tingles zapped like tiny little lightning bolts, making her jump and writhe as he murmured into her ear like some sort of Pussy-Pied-Piper. Each decadent word created its own delicious shiver as it drifted over her skin leaving goose bumps in its path.
The man had dirty talk down to a fucking art.
The combination of his voice, words, and the fact that his lips kept brushing her ear were almost enough to make her come on the spot.
Then there was Rowe.
He was just as dangerous as his buddy. His hands and mouth knew exactly where to strike next, as if they were completely in sync with one another. Every time she’d begun to think about the Pandora’s box she was opening, Rowe distracted her somehow. It had been incredibly frustrating yet also freeing. For the past month, she’d spent more than enough time stuck in her own head struggling to switch her brain off.
On their own, they were enough to scramble her brains. Together, they could completely fry them. The way they made her feel was proof enough. All of her plans and resolve had gone poof. A few kisses in and she was dry humping like she was sixteen again. She completely ignored the fact that this wasn’t the smartest idea.
As if able to sense she was starting to overthink things, Rowe’s fingers separated her tender folds. The large digits skimmed the inside of her glossy lips before swirling down to her opening. Collecting the juices her body produced for him, Rowe coated his fingers in her slickness before bringing them to his mouth.
“I want a taste,” Paine muttered before tickling his hand down her stomach to her pussy.
Widening her legs, Indigo watched the tip of his finger tap at her clit once—twice—before sliding down to her slit. Her breath caught as she waited to see what he was going to do.
Tracing the well of her body, he circled and teased. Not once did his fingers enter her—no thanks to her. She wiggled and tried to maneuver his hand where she needed it most, but he kept teasing her. He’d come extremely close before backing off, making her hips try to follow as he pulled away. She was almost to the point of screaming in frustration when he pulled away abruptly.
“Are you kidding me?!” she whimpered, watching him suck her flavor off his digits.
“Delicious,” Paine declared, flashing his dimple, her arousal still shiny on his mouth.
“Jesus,” she gasped, falling back onto the pillow. She was a half second away from finding her bag—which was somewhere on the floor by now —and using her pocket rocket, she was so horny.
The muscles, the arms, the lips, the strong hands—all four of them—and she was toast. Before today, the idea of a threesome had been strictly a fantasy, too taboo for her to seriously consider. That was far from the case now.
Now, the thoughts couldn’t leave her head. Visions of all three of them naked and tumbling around were all she could think about, replaying on a loop.
Rowe pulled the forgotten panties and shorts from her right ankle before settling on that side of her body. Holding her leg open, he stroked the inside of her thigh with a calloused hand.
To her left, Paine mirrored his position. He took his time squeezing and kneading one rounded thigh before dipping down to ruffle the curls between her legs. His touch was different, yet no less arousing than Rowe’s.
Taking turns, the men kissed and rubbed. They showered attention from the tops of her thighs to the tips of her toes while completely neglecting what was in between. Rowe discovered she was ticklish behind her knee, while Paine noted her reaction when he stroked the crease of her thigh. The teasing was effectively driving Indigo crazy, causing her to wiggle as she tried to get their fingers where she needed them the most. No amount of squirming helped though. At one point she’d reached down, ready to take matters into her own hands—literally—when they stopped her.
“Please,” she whispered against Rowe’s mouth, pulling halfheartedly against his grip on her wrist.
She could tell from his grip that he’d let her go if she truly wanted to be free—not that she did. The slight bit of restraint only made her burn hotter. The thrill of not only being at his mercy, but also Paine’s, was like pouring gasoline on a fire.
He shot a glance at Paine.
“Together?” he asked.
“Together,” Paine answered with a nod.
Indigo’s hands were freed as the men—together—touched her pussy. The sensations of both their hands on her at the same time made her feel as if she were about to slither out of her skin. At first, she couldn’t watch as they traced their fingers around her most intimate parts. Her eyes closed automatically at the sensations. As she relaxed, she soon realized how much better the view made everything feel.
Then, she couldn’t get enough.
The decadence of seeing two men fondle her as if she were a treasure made her shake. Literally. Her arms were shaking as they tried to hold up her body enough to see their strong hands move between her legs. The sight as she looked down her body was pornographic.
They left their mark on every inch of her body. From her blushing cheeks all the way down her trembling legs, they were responsible for her condition. Her breasts were completely uncovered, the loose tank top she’d been wearing pulled out of the way. Her nipples, which they’d bit and sucked at, had darkened to an enticing shade of maroon. Her stomach heaved with each breath she took, jiggling her softness to the rhythm of the gasps they drew from her.
It took a lot of effort on her part, but she made sure to keep her eyes open and watching. She didn’t want to miss one precious moment.
Paine held her lower lips open while Rowe teased her clit, then they’d switch it up. Her body was with them on every step of their erotic discovery, her arousal slicking the way. She’d never been this turned on in her life. Within moments, Indigo was back to the point of pure sexual frustration as she bucked under their strokes.
“Slowly, love,” Rowe whispered, dropping his lips to her ear.
“We don’t want to hurt you,” Paine added, licking her sweaty shoulder before nibbling at it.
That was the only warning she got before she felt their fingers at her opening, each man sliding one thick digit into her pussy.
“Ohgawwwwd,” she moaned at the same time her arms gave out. Falling back onto the bed, Indigo could do nothing but accept the welcomed intrusion.
Everything on her Phaeton warriors was big, including their hands. Their fingers, long and beefy, were barely able to fit, despite the copious amount of lubrication her body gushed forth. The slight sting after the initial entry had dulled to a delicious ache as they began a rhythm back and forth. She wasn’t a virgin, but she’d not been sexually active either. Their fingers were more action than she’d seen in years, if you didn’t count her vibrator.
“She’s tight,” Paine said, his eyes trained on where their fingers were moving as one in and out of her body.
“Very tight,” Rowe agreed huskily. “I can feel her gripping us.”
“Me too,” Paine chuckled. “She doesn’t want to let us go.”
“Oh, did you feel that?” Rowe’s finger crooked inside her sheathe. “Her pussy just got a whole lot tighter.”
“And wetter,” Paine said as he nipped the skin on her shoulder. “I think our wife is close to coming.”
Indigo moaned at Paine’s use of the word “wife.” The possession in his voice pushed her higher. She tossed her head back and forth
on the pillow as the men used their hands and words to get her off.
“Take my place.”
Focusing on the orgasm that was so close she could taste it, the words didn’t make sense to Indigo until she felt Paine pull away. Before she could protest, Rowe filled her back up by giving her a second finger. Full once more, Indigo barely missed a beat as she pumped her hips. Fucking herself against his hand.
“That’s it, love,” Rowe encouraged, pressing the heel of his palm against the fleshy pad of her pussy.
She reveled in the delicious pressure, grinding her shielded clit against him as hard as she could.
“Yessssss,” Indigo cried out, ending the word with a hiss as Paine pressed his finger against her asshole.
The sound was more from surprise than anything. Although she wasn’t experienced with anal sex, other than a bit of teasing, she wasn’t opposed to it. In fact, the mere idea of one of them playing with her ass while the other fucked her almost made her come on Rowe’s fingers.
“It’s okay, sweetheart. Let me make you feel good.” Paine skimmed his finger around and around, rubbing the juices that had leaked down into her pucker. “Just relax and let me in. You can do that, can’t you?”
Indigo nodded, her breath coming in great gusts as she tried to relax like he told her to.
Rowe clucked his tongue. “She’s getting tighter and tighter on my fingers, Paine. I think she may need to come before she lets you into her ass.”
“Oh fuuuuck,” Indigo groaned, the erotic commentary pushing her over the edge.
Chest heaving, she cried out her orgasm. The shudders magnified when Paine slid his finger into her ass up to the knuckle, tightening the channel of her cunt.
“Look how pretty that is.” Rowe pulled his fingers out slightly, displaying the shiny wetness that coated them.
“No, brother,” Paine said, jerking his chin down to where she was still splayed open. “Look at that. Look at that pretty pussy pulse for us. Look at how much it needs us.”
Rowe gripped the thigh closest to him and pulled her leg back. “Gorgeous.”
“The moment I breached her ass, she came again.”
“I’m right here,” Indigo panted, her voice cracking as Paine removed his finger. The sensation caught her off guard, feeling him remove himself from one of her most private places. “I think you killed me.”
Rowe smacked the inside of her thigh, making her jump. The slight sting wasn’t enough to shake off the lethargy that had overtaken her. Her orgasm had drained her completely, filling her body with an exhaustion she couldn’t ignore.
“You look alive to me,” he said with a chuckle, his hand still damp with her pussy juices as it rubbed the sting away.
“I’m going to clean up,” Paine said, dropping a kiss on top of the nipple closest to him. “I’ll grab a towel.”
Climbing off the bed, he made his way to the corner of the room where a small sink and mirror were mounted to the wall.
“How do you feel?” Rowe asked, his breath drifting over the sweat-slicked skin of her forehead. Catching the cloth that Paine tossed him, he swiped her gently between the legs.
“Perfect,” she mumbled, totally and utterly exhausted. She didn’t even have the energy to be embarrassed by the fact that she’d impersonated the blob, completely limp while Rowe had cleaned her up. Orgasms had always knocked her out, and the one that she’d experienced at the hands of her men had been more than a doozy.
It had shaken her.
Not only by how much she’d wanted it, but also because of what she’d felt. She was too tired to try to work out what was between them, but she knew it was more than simple lust.
“Why don’t we take a little nap,” Paine suggested, as the mattress dipped with his weight. Cuddled into her side, he pulled the blanket over her half-naked body. With Rowe on the opposite side, she felt warm and cozy between them.
Indigo tried to nod but didn’t have the energy to commit to the follow through. Yeah…her guys were a lot more powerful than her vibrator.
“Sleep well, love.” The whispered words trickled into her ear just before she gave into the exhaustion weighing her down.
Chapter Eighteen
“Quiet!” Paine hissed, shooting Rowe a dark look as he set their dinner trays down heavily on the desk. “You’re going to wake her up with all the noise you’re making.”
Rowe looked over his shoulder, giving him a disgruntled look. “I’m barely making any. You’re just mad because Kaine said we could join the others in the common rooms once she wakes and is ready.”
“I am not,” Paine lied as he tucked Indigo closer to him.
It wasn’t that he was feeling selfish and didn’t want to share their wife. At least, it wasn’t only that. The longer she slept, the more worried he became about her. After their little bit of play time, she’d crashed hard—much harder than he thought was normal, which concerned him. She’d been sleeping for hours with no sign of waking up and she seemed to need it. He was concerned that if they were allowed to mingle with the others, she wouldn’t rest any longer. She’d obviously need more than that if they were going to start erasing the dark circles under her eyes.
“I understand, Paine.” Rowe dropped into the chair by the table. “I don’t want to share her yet either.”
“It’s not that, Rowe.”
“Then tell me what it is,” he shot back, his tone worried.
“It’s just…” Paine paused, uncertain how to vocalize his thoughts and emotions when they were tangled up in one another. “We still don’t know what is wrong with her.”
At his words, Indigo shifted against his shoulder, nuzzling her nose into his chest.
Rowe nodded, his brow crinkling.
Paine knew his brother was trying to think of the different situations they could potentially be dealing with. Rowe had always been quick to solve puzzles when they were presented.
“She said she was ashamed of the reason she wanted the stipend,” Paine remembered out loud.
“Only that it was selfish, although I find that hard to believe. Her reaction to learning why some of the other brides had signed up was very telling,” Rowe added.
Paine thought for a few moments, his brain trying to figure out the enigma that was their bride.
Rowe steepled his fingers and leaned back in the chair. “You know, guilt and anxiety can sometimes manifest as physical symptoms. It’s possible the weight loss and fatigue are a byproduct of the mental strain from the kidnapping.”
“You have a point.” Paine nodded, careful not to jostle Indigo. “We could be dealing with all manner of things.”
“Oh!” Rowe snapped his fingers. At the sound he froze, waiting a moment to make sure he hadn’t disturbed their bride. A few seconds passed before he whispered, “Sorry. I just remembered that Maggie asked the doctors to order her a special light for something called seasonal depression.”
“What’s that?” Paine frowned, having never heard term before.
“Apparently, it’s a common ailment that people suffer from when they’ve been away from the sun for too long…” Rowe waved his hand. “Or something like that; that part doesn’t matter. What does matter is that Indigo has been in the tunnels for the last month. She could be suffering from something similar. Maybe she just needs this special light that fixes everything.”
“They miss the sun?” Paine asked confusedly. He doubted his brother’s diagnosis. “I don’t understand.”
“I don’t either, but the docs did apparently.” Rowe nodded. “They ordered her a light and said it would help.”
Paine still wasn’t sure that Rowe knew what he was talking about, but it was worth a try. With access to the rest of the ship restored, they could message the doctors on One and ask for their advice. If it only took a light to fix, then great. If not, they would need Indigo to open up a little more as to what was wrong with her. Or, at least, give them clues to why she looked so worn down. He didn’t want to force her to se
e a doctor, but they couldn’t go without answers if it concerned her health.
“She responded beautifully.”
Paine didn’t look up from the silky curls that had his attention. From afar, her hair looked like a simple, dark brown, but up close it was a whole different story. There were varying strands of brown, some almost black that were highlighted by the lighter caramel swirls mixed in.
“She did,” he agreed, unable to keep his gaze away from the gorgeous distraction in his arms. “Her file listed only a few sexual partners in her past, yet she accepted us without reservation.”
“Had you worried she’d reject our suit because of her lack of experience?” Rowe leaned forward, his elbows falling to his knees.
Paine looked up at the ceiling as he thought of his answer. The shine reflected back a wobbly, yet somewhat clear image of them lying tangled together on the bed. Despite their size differences, she fit perfectly next to him—and between them as well.
“I don’t know,” he said honestly. “When a triad has been brought up in conversation with the other women, they all react differently. None of them have been disgusted—or at least none of them have shown disgust when the topic has been broached, but it’s obvious they view it as taboo.”
“None of our friends would judge another bride for having two husbands. Just look at Andi and the docs. All of the brides accepted the group as a triad before Andi herself did,” Rowe argued. “Physically, Indigo seemed to have no problem accepting both of us at the same time.”
“I know,” Paine rumbled, unable to keep the satisfaction out of his voice. “In fact, I think her pleasure was driven higher because there were two of us.”
“From what I saw and felt,” Rowe rubbed his hands together, his smile big, “I agree. Which is why I propose we use that bit of knowledge to our advantage.”
“Explain,” Paine ordered softly, checking his voice when Indigo stirred at his rumble.
“Well.” Rowe picked up his chair and moved it closer. “If we have the ability to make her lose control, then I say we take advantage of it. Once we’re let out of here, we keep reminding her of what we had in this bed. I know it will be no hardship for me to make sure I’m touching her every chance I get.”
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