Warriors of Phaeton: Paine and Rowe

by Leora Gonzales

  “Not much more before I’m all the way in.” Rowe’s voice shook a bit as the warrior struggled to go slow and steady. “There we go, sweetheart. I’m going to stay still for you to get use to the feel of us. Let us know when you’re ready for more.”

  Rowe stroked her back as Paine whispered words of praise into her ear as she breathed deep between them. When she gave a tentative wiggle followed by a moan, the men took that as their cue and began delivering small, rhythmic thrusts. When one pulled out, the other buried himself deep. Keeping her filled as she took their cocks deep.

  Chapter Forty-Two

  Indigo held tight to Paine underneath her as Rowe steadily thrust into her ass, the sensation causing her nails to prick his shoulders where she braced herself.

  “Oh God,” she moaned, unable to believe the pleasurable sensations that were echoing through her lower body. She’d never been shy in the bedroom, but what they were doing now was completely new territory.

  The combination of them both, one in each hole, was nothing less than mind-blowing. At first, the burn had been almost unbearable, a sharp sting as her body stretched to accommodate them both. She’d tensed up and hissed, only relaxing when Paine began to toy with her clit. The distraction not only worked, it had ramped up the pleasure she was feeling about a billion notches, electrifying the places where they were joined as the men smoothly took her.

  Arching back, she let out a gasp at a particularly deep thrust from Rowe.

  Paine answered with a thrust of his own, making her shudder.

  Soon, she was shaking, unable to control anything in her body except for the clenching that was beginning to stir deep inside her body. Braced over Paine, her hands clutching the pillow on each side of his head, Indigo dropped her face into his neck as she let out tiny chirping cries as her body exploded.

  Paine grabbed her bobbing hips, pulling them down until she was flush against him. The position trapped her clit between them, giving her just what she needed to come. Paine followed her into oblivion, his cock jerking as he filled her with his seed. Wrapping his arms around her, he held her secure as Rowe continued to rock into her, this time to the beat of her orgasm.

  “Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck,” she chanted, each one emphasized by the sound of Rowe’s hips clapping into her ass as she rolled through the strongest release she’d ever felt.

  “Perfect,” Paine said, cupping her face reverently as Rowe finished with a grunt behind her.

  Her eyes widened at the sensation as liquid heat filled her ass with each twitch of his cock buried deep.

  “That was amazing,” Rowe groaned, leaning forward and curving around her where she lay cuddled atop Paine. “Are you all right?”

  “Sssggoood,” Indigo mumbled, her cheek smashed against Paine’s chest where she’d collapsed.

  “She said she’s good,” Paine interpreted, tapping Rowe on the shoulder when he stayed slumped on top of them. “But she will not be for long if she suffocates between us, brother.”

  “True.” Leaning back, he put one hand on Indigo’s hip as he withdrew slowly. “Still good, sweetheart?”

  “Yeah,” she let out on a gusty sigh. “I’m more than good.”

  She was spectacular. A little sore and a whole lot sloppy, but she was spectacular.

  “That just happened,” she whispered as Rowe ran a cloth over her bottom, catching the dribble of jism that followed his exit.

  It caught her off guard for a second before she internally shrugged and realized what they’d just done was a lot more intimate than him cleaning her up afterwards.

  “Hey,” Paine said, lifting her chin until she looked at him. “There is no way the three of us will fit in the shower pod together, so how about you and Rowe go first while I get new linens for the bed.”

  “Sounds like a plan,” Indigo said with a nod, bracing herself to dismount hopefully somewhat elegantly from her noble steed.

  “Let me help.” With his hands on her hips, Paine lifted her up and off to the side. His thick cock slapping back against his thigh as it lost the home it had claimed earlier.

  “These sheets will definitely need to be changed.” Indigo made a face at the feel of liquid running down her thigh.

  “Come.” Rowe tugged her off the mattress. “I want to make sure that we didn’t hurt you with our attentions.”

  Indigo’s brow shot up. “Your attentions? That’s a new word for it,” she snickered as she followed him into the bathroom where he’d already started up the shower pod.

  “Our loving? Does that sound better?” he teased, giving her a smack on the bottom as she stepped past him into the shower.

  Indigo tipped her head back into the hot water, relishing the relaxing warmth on her tired muscles.

  “How are you feeling?” Rowe turned her around to work shampoo into her hair.

  “Wonderful,” she moaned, tilting her head to allow him to have full access while washing her hair. “This was always my favorite part.”

  “Favorite part of what?” he asked, his hands removing the shower head to rinse the soap from her hair.

  “My favorite part of getting my hair done,” she answered before realizing that probably didn’t make much sense to him. “Never mind. Ummm…how did it feel for you?”

  Rowe’s hands stilled for a moment in her locks before he reattached the shower head.

  “Forget I asked,” she blurted out quickly. Indigo wanted to smack herself at the question but didn’t want to look any stupider than she already felt. She didn’t know why she asked other than she was a glutton for punishment. “I mean, I loved what we did. It was great. You asked how it was, right? Since things were really good for me—and I mean really, really good—I just wanted to make sure that things were—”

  “Indigo,” Rowe said, his hands calmly working conditioner into her hair as she fought to control the verbal diarrhea coming out of her mouth.

  “Yeah,” she squeaked, grateful she was facing the other way. If the heat in her cheeks was any indicator, her face was probably cherry red.

  “I need to see you while we have this conversation.” Rowe turned her around to face him, his hands on her shoulders. “Now, do you truly need to ask if either myself or Paine enjoyed ourselves?”

  “Well,” she hedged, her insecurities rearing their ugly heads one more time. “I don’t know. Maybe?”

  “Sweetheart,” he sighed, leaning until his forehead was touching hers. “Every single second with you holds more weight than any other moment in time with anyone else. Your presence fills me with a contentment and a peace I never expected to experience. What we just shared was an extension of the connection we have, and it was the most fulfilling sexual experience I’ve ever had. I cannot speak for Paine, but—”

  “I can speak for myself,” Paine interrupted from outside the shower pod, obviously having finished remaking the bed with fresh sheets. With his hands on his hips, he leveled Indigo with a steady look. “Sex between us is the best it’s ever been. Is that clear enough, because if you need further proof that we’re more than satisfied with you, I can get the sheets I just took off the bed? I’m pretty sure our enjoyment all over them speaks for itself.”

  “I’m sorry,” she apologized. “I know you’ve said it before, but for some reason, my brain went a little crazy and I started wondering if it felt as good for you as it did for me, and then it spiraled when I started thinking about the past and—”

  Rowe placed a finger over her lips.

  “I love you, but you’re a little crazy,” he said, dropping a kiss on her stunned mouth. “What?”

  “You just said you love me…you love me?” she asked breathlessly.

  “Of course, we love you,” he answered with a “no shit” look on his handsome face.

  “You too?” she asked, looking around Rowe to see Paine through the glass.

  “More than anything,” he assured her with a nod. “Finish rinsing her off and then pass her to me, Rowe. I’ll get her dried, and then w
e can switch.”

  Indigo did nothing more than blink as the men manhandled her out of the shower and had her wrapped in towels in ten seconds flat. Before she knew it, Paine was kneeling at her feet naked while he dried her lower legs.

  “I could get used to this,” she said to herself, giggling when he stopped what he was doing to tickle her behind the knee.

  “Good, because we plan to pamper you as much as possible during our time off,” he said with a wink. “I set out some fresh clothes for you on the bed. How about you get changed and we will join everyone for dinner in Wheaton and Poppy’s quarters. They have a small welcome party organized, and all the brides are anxious to finally meet you.”

  Indigo’s nerves flared for a second before she shook them off. She’d avoided their friends when she first arrived out of necessity. Considering the place that she’d been in mentally and physically, she didn’t regret the decision, but after putting it off for so long, it had become a bigger deal than before.

  “They’ll love you,” Rowe said, climbing out of the shower pod. “Just like we do.”

  “Now go get dressed,” Paine ordered, snapping the towel against her ass as he hustled her out of the bathroom. “We want to show off our bride.”

  Indigo did as he instructed, pleased he’d set out one of the new outfits she’d ordered and had delivered while in the medical center recovering. It was nothing special, just a simple wrap dress, but the fabric and color were incredibly flattering. Clinging to her curves, the blood-red dress complimented her dark curls and tanned complexion.

  “That looks amazing on you,” Rowe said huskily, dropping his towel as he stalked forward.

  Indigo backed up until she couldn’t anymore and dropped down onto the mattress with a bounce.

  “Rowe,” she protested halfheartedly, batting at his hands as he began to open the front wrap of the dress. “You’re going to get me messy again.”

  “Only the best type of messy for our bride.” Dropping to his knees, he widened hers with his hands. “I love the smell of the soap you chose, but I like to be able to smell my woman. Preferably covered in my scent.” Dropping his nose to the crotch of the panties she’d just pulled on, he took an exaggerated sniff before pulling back with a scowl.

  “What?” she asked, unsure what the face was for.

  “I smell that soap you used, but our scent has been diluted.” Holding her legs open, he leaned down again, this time breathing over the cotton panel covering her slit.

  “Dear Lord.” Indigo dropped back to her elbows, having no shame whatsoever as Rowe nuzzled and mouthed the crotch of her panties.

  “Well,” Paine said, bringing her attention to him where he stood toweling himself off just outside the bathroom. “I can see that we’re going to be a little late for dinner.”

  “I’m already having dinner,” Rowe said, pulling the strip of fabric covering her slit to the side.

  “I can see that.” Moving closer, Paine winked at her as Rowe began eating her pussy with gusto.

  She never would have thought she was an exhibitionist before meeting the two of them, but there was no denying the way being watched made her feel. Every touch felt magnified under Paine’s gaze. Every lick electrified.

  “Save me some, brother. I’m hungry too.”

  At that request, Indigo came screaming on Rowe’s face, her body shaking uncontrollably.

  Chapter Forty-Three

  “How late are we?” Indigo asked as she gathered her curls onto the top of her head in a band she’d pulled from around her wrist.

  “Not much,” he lied, keeping a straight face, even as Paine gave him a look that said he knew Rowe was not telling the truth. “You cannot be late for your own party anyways. That’s a rule.”

  “Oh, that’s a rule?” Indigo asked with a teasing smile.

  Rowe couldn’t help but smile back at their wife. His cheeks hurt from all the smiling he’d been doing lately. Muscles that he’d rarely used were getting much more of a workout than before.

  “Kaine just sent a message,” Paine interrupted, walking on the other side of their wife as they hurried to Wheaton and Poppy’s apartments on the other side of Phaeton One.

  The majority of the married couples had started relocating into that portion of the ship, since it had been outfitted with family quarters. Along with Poppy and Pixie having newborns, Valerie and Hannah were preparing to give birth as well, making family accommodations necessary.

  “What does he want?” Rowe asked, trying to think of a reason the council member would be interrupting their leave again.

  “Not sure. It looks as though he was requesting our location.” Paine shrugged and tucked his tablet away. “I’m guessing he’s with the rest of the group and is waiting to cut the cake until we arrive. You remember how upset he got the last time he had to wait, don’t you?”

  “Oh my God, you guys.” Indigo stopped walking and covered her face with her hands. “We’re going to walk in there and every single person is going to know why we’re late, aren’t they?”

  “Probably,” he answered with a shrug, jumping back in surprise when Indigo swatted at him with her hand. “What?”

  “That’s embarrassing, that’s what!” she growled before letting out a huff of laughter. “You two are going to drive me crazy, aren’t you?”

  “Maybe just a little,” Paine answered, flashing her the dimple she told them she loved.

  “Damn dimple,” she mumbled, stomping forward sassily. “That’s not always going to get you out of trouble. You know that, don’t you?”

  “We shall see,” Paine responded with a grin. “Now come on, their place is just ahead, and if we hurry, we won’t be as late as if I pulled you into that supply closet over there.”

  Indigo laughed and held her fingers up in the shape of a cross in front of her. “No more shenanigans or we’re never gonna make it.”

  Rowe chuckled when Indigo squealed as Rowe chased her down the corridor.

  “I just want a little kiss, sweetheart.”

  “Stay back!”

  “What’s all this noise?” Wheaton drawled slowly, his arms crossed over his chest as he leaned against the doorway leading to his home. “Did you not realize there were babies sleeping in this part of the ship?”

  Indigo skid to a stop, the flats she was wearing sliding on the silver floor as the council member looked at the trio with narrowed eyes.

  “Knock it off,” a female voice chirped from behind him before he was nudged out of the way. “You must be Indigo!” Poppy snuck around her husband and enfolded Indigo in a tight hug before she knew what was happening.

  Judging by the look on her face, she was unsure what to do, which made Rowe step in and help her out.

  “Indigo.” Pulling her out of Poppy’s clutches, he put an arm firmly over her shoulder to keep her close to him. “This is Councilman Wheaton and his wife Poppy.”

  “It’s so nice to meet you, Councilman—”

  “Just Wheaton is fine,” he interrupted, reaching out to shake her hand.

  “Well, come in. No point in bringing this party into the hallway when we have an entire apartment right here. Come in, come in,” she ushered, leading them into the home she’d made with Wheaton. “It’s so nice to finally meet you,” Poppy gushed before shooting Paine and Rowe a venomous look. “And don’t worry about being late. With these guys, it’s pretty much expected. They’re walking boners with no skill for time management.”

  “What Poppy is trying to say is ‘it’s totes fine you that were a little late.’ Nobody’s gonna hold it against you here. Especially since y’all are still basically on your honeymoon,” Maggie said, walking up with Poppy’s baby girl. “Here, Pops. She’s fussin’ again. I think she wants to eat.”

  “She always wants to eat.” Poppy reached for her baby with a tired smile. “I swear her obsession with my tits comes straight from her father.”

  Indigo snorted, obviously trying to stifle a laugh.

 
“Geez, Pops, let the new girl have five minutes of normal before we throw her straight into the deep end of crazy, okay?” Pixie interrupted from her place on the couch where she was holding her own baby to her breast.

  “I’m Maggie, and that’s Pixie over there on the couch.” Maggie hiked her thumb over her shoulder to gesture to Pixie where she raised her hand in a wave.

  “It’s nice to meet you both,” Indigo said with a nod.

  Rowe gave her a nudge in the direction of where the women were congregating.

  “Wish me luck,” she whispered under her breath before walking towards the group.

  “You won’t need it,” he answered. “They’ll love you just as Paine and I do.”

  “Well, that was quick,” Wheaton interrupted from behind the men as they watched their wife integrate into the group she’d been so nervous about meeting.

  “What was quick?” Rowe asked, taking the beverage Wheaton offered him.

  “Love?” he asked. “Already?”

  “Was it any slower with Poppy?” Paine snapped back, his brow raised at the line of questioning they were receiving from Wheaton.

  Rowe understood his brother’s prickliness. He didn’t appreciate their councilman questioning his love for his wife any more than Paine did.

  “You’re right,” Wheaton said, backing off with his hands up. “I remember how…unsettling it was to find that my heart beat outside of my chest.”

  The trio nodded together, reflecting on what he’d said.

  “Babe?” Poppy yelled from the kitchen area. “Is there a reason why your tablet thing is flashing?”

  Walking around the divider, she held out the small electronic screen, which was indeed flashing.

  “I thought—” Wheaton frowned and pat his pockets down. Taking it from her, he began clicking through the screens. “I must have set it down when the baby began crying earlier.”

  “What is it?” his wife asked, peeking over his shoulder.

  “I have multiple messages from Kaine,” he answered nonchalantly before turning to give her a kiss on the cheek. “Why don’t you go and make sure Paine and Rowe’s bride feels welcome.”