by Amy Lamont
Gage shifted onto his knees and, in a movement oddly graceful for such a large man, moved over me.
I spread my legs to make room for him, my knees pressing against Nash’s. I turned my head a little and Nash shifted me so my head rested against his shoulder as his mouth captured mine. At the same time, Gage’s mouth hit my neck, leaving a trail of kisses, nips, and licks.
And I was lost. Lost to the two men holding me—the feel of their hands on my skin, the taste of them, the heat of them against me, the scent of them filling my head.
Gage’s hands skimmed down to the hem of my shirt. He started easing it up and little mewling sounds left my throat.
Nash’s mouth left mine and I turned to watch Gage as he inched my shirt up, baring more and more of me to both of them. Nash sat up a bit, taking my body with his. He eased back down, but kept a hand at my waist to keep me from melting back into him.
I wanted to protest, but before I could get a sound out, Gage moved up my body and yanked my T-shirt with him. He pulled it over my head, bringing my arms up with it as he went. When it cleared my hands, he tossed it behind him. His broad shoulders blocked my view so I didn’t see where it landed.
Nash pulled me back to him and I gasped as my bare skin made contact with his chest. Gage used a fist in the bed to brace himself and he leaned down and captured my mouth at the same time Nash’s hand palmed my breast.
“Mmm,” I moaned as Gage moved to trail kisses across my cheek, down to my jaw and to my neck.
Nash’s fingers found the rigid peak of my nipple and he rolled it between his thumb and finger. I twisted my neck and looked up at him. His eyes were pinned to where he played with my breast, but as I turned to him, his eyes met mine.
“You’re beautiful, sweetheart.”
My answer was to tug his bottom lip with my teeth before offering him a deep, open-mouthed kiss. As Nash’s tongue slid inside, Gage’s mouth made it to my other breast. He wasted no time catching my nipple between his teeth and then sucking it into his mouth.
My hips bucked and Gage lowered himself to meet my thrust.
“Oh, God,” I gasped against Nash’s mouth as my panty-covered core met the hard ridge of Gage’s erection.
Gage released my nipple and he eased down my body, trailing kisses down over my belly and then lower. He paused when he got to the waistband of my pink panties. I turned my mouth from Nash’s to find Gage looking up at me. He ran a finger along the top of my panties.
Nash rested his chin on my shoulder and his other hand moved to cover the breast Gage had abandoned. Gage hooked his fingers on my panties and started to ease them down. I bit my lip and watched as he slid them from me and tossed them away.
In an instant he was sliding back up my legs, easing them farther apart to accommodate his wide shoulders. He looked up at Nash and I from under his lashes.
“Wait until you see this pretty pussy, man.”
A growling rumble was Nash’s only response.
“So pretty,” Gage repeated and nuzzled his way into my most private place.
The tip of his tongue sought and found the nub hidden in my folds and I arched against his mouth. He rewarded me by dipping lower to taste me. My head fell back onto Nash’s shoulder and a long, low moan left me.
“Easy, sweetheart,” Nash growled as he squeezed my breasts in his palms before tugging on the sensitive tips.
I turned my face toward him and hid my face in his neck as Gage continued to work his tongue, teeth and lips over my pussy. My hips bucked into him again and again as feelings I never experienced before rushed through me.
“I can’t…I can’t…” I gasped.
Gage raised his head. “You can, baby. You’re going to come on my tongue.”
I buried my head more deeply in Nash’s neck and gripped his thighs tightly as Gage returned his mouth to me. Nash whispered in my ear as Gage’s tongue played over me, driving me closer and closer to the edge.
Just as I felt myself going over, Gage pulled his mouth from me again.
“No, don’t stop.” I turned to look down at him.
He gave me a wicked grin. “Seems only fair we let Nash have a taste of this sweet pussy, baby.”
I looked up at Nash to find his burning gaze pinned to my spread thighs. Gage got my attention when he took my hand from Nash’s thigh and brought it between my legs.
“Feel how wet you are for us, Macy.” Gage moved my fingers to my entrance, wetting them with my juices. “Let Nash taste you.”
God, God, God. I could barely remember my own name at this point. Gage’s instructions sent liquid heat surging through me. I did as I was told and lifted my fingers from my damp folds and offered them to Nash.
He grabbed my wrist and sucked my fingers one by one, his tongue circling the tip of each before he drew them into his warm, wet mouth. His eyes never left mine.
Gage’s mouth returned to my center and he started working to bring me to the precipice again. His tongue teased my clit while he slid a finger inside me, sliding it in and out.
“You’re delicious.” Nash finished with my fingers and buried his hand in my hair, pulling my face to his as he kissed me again. His tongue found mine and I could taste myself on him. The realization was so erotic, I tipped my hips up harder, thrusting myself into Gage’s face.
“Greedy,” he said with a chuckle, never taking his mouth off of me. The vibration of his laughter along with what his tongue and fingers were doing to me pushed me over. My back arched and my heels dug into the mattress as pleasure burst like a white-hot explosion throughout my body.
Gage continued to move his mouth and tongue on me as Nash captured my cries with his kisses. I trembled as I sank back onto the bed, my eyes closed and my weight fully on Nash underneath me.
Nash ended our kiss with a final last peck on the corner of my mouth. He brushed my hair back from my face with a tenderness that made me feel cherished. Gage slid back up my body, and I shivered as my over-sensitized nerve-endings fired as his bare skin glided over mine. He landed with his hand bracing his weight over me, his hips pressing me deeper into the mattress and deeper into Nash’s embrace.
“Fuck, baby,” Gage whispered, “that was the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.”
I opened my eyes and turned my face to Gage. He feathered a kiss at my temple, on my nose, on my lips. I couldn’t help a small, soft smile.
An unusual shyness overtook me as I admitted, “I’ve never done anything like that before.”
Gage’s eyes blazed and I heard Nash’s breath hitch, his mouth close to my ear.
“Never?” Nash asked.
I tipped my chin up, shaking my head against his shoulder. “Never.”
“None of your boyfriends ever…?” Nash broke off as a low growl came from Gage. My eyes sought his, searching for the cause of his quick anger.
I probed his suddenly hard gaze but couldn’t figure out a reason for his anger. “I…I’ve never really had a boyfriend. I mean, you guys have met my brothers. Not too many men in Kodiak wanted to brave the wrath of the Black brothers.”
The anger leached from Gage’s eyes as quickly as it came. His expression softened, and the look he gave me made me want to burrow into him.
“Besides,” I finished softly, “I never really wanted to date. It seemed silly to waste time on guys who weren’t…well, you two. Not my mates.”
Gage made a rumbling sound and did a push up to bring himself down to me. He pressed a hard and fast kiss on my lips while Nash stroked my hair, his other hand sliding around my ribcage to hold me to him.
“So does that mean you’ve never…?” Nash left the question hanging, but I knew what he meant.
“Umm…aside what I’ve done with you two last night and, umm…right now…” I could feel my cheeks heating as I spoke, “I’ve never done anything.”
Gage froze over me, staring down at me as if he’d never seen me before. I sank my teeth into my bottom lip, afraid that my lack of experience w
ould be a turn off.
“Jeez, you’ve never been touched before?” Gage breathed the question in a tone so close to reverence, I grinned. Judging by the look on his face, my lack of experience was the opposite of a turn off.
“Well, other than the touching you two just…um…did.” I held back the giggle that wanted to break free. How was it possible to feel shy while lying completely naked between two of the hottest men I’d ever laid eyes on after they’d tasted every bit of me and brought me to the most incredible orgasm of my life?
Nash groaned and buried his face in my hair. I could hear and feel him as he inhaled deeply.
“Nash?” I asked.
He lifted his head. “Sweetheart, I can’t even begin to tell you what it means to hear you telling us we’re the first men lucky enough to touch you.” He pressed a kiss to the sensitive skin below my ear and whispered, “And taste you.”
I soft mewling sound broke from me and I shivered in their arms.
“But I think we need to stop here for now,” Nash finished.
“What?” My voice went up an octave or two. “But I thought…I mean, neither of you…well, you know. You’re both still…hard.” I barely managed to get that last word out. But it would be tough to ignore the impressive erections pressed into me from either side. What kind of mate would I be to take what I just got from them and leave them with nothing?
Gage looked up at Nash for several long seconds before he blew out a breath and collapsed a little of his weight on us. “Nash is right, baby.”
“But, I’m ready. I’ve been waiting for you and Nash forever.” All traces of shyness disappeared in my shock and my need to claim them both as completely as they’d just claimed me.
“I know. But we didn’t realize it was your first time.”
“So? What does that have to do with anything? You’re my mates. You need to make me yours.”
A sound, half chuckle, half groan escaped Gage. “Baby, there’s no doubt you’re ours. But Nash and I need to get up and get to work at some point this morning. And we wouldn’t want to have to rush through our first time with you under any circumstances. Knowing it’s your first time ever means we really want to take our time.”
I couldn’t really fault them for that. But I wasn’t ready to give up entirely. “Can’t you call in sick?”
Nash chuckled and pressed a kiss to the top of my head. “As much as I’d like nothing better than to stay in bed with you all day, I think Gage is right. I think we should talk a little about how this is going to work with the three of us. And then…well, like he said, we plan to take our time with you.”
“I think this thing with the three of us is working just fine already,” I grumbled.
My only answer was two warm male chuckles.
Gage rolled to the side and sat up. As I noticed he still wore a pair of boxer briefs, I realized I was the only one who got completely stripped during our bit of playtime. I wiggled around and reached for the sheet underneath Nash and I.
Nash shifted and rolled out from under me, pulling the sheet and comforter up to cover me in one smooth move. “Why don’t you nap a little, sweetheart? It’s still early. Gage and I will take his car to work and you can drive mine home when you’re ready. We’ll all do what we need to do, and we can meet up after work to figure things out.”
“Fine,” I said, but I made sure my tone let them know I wasn’t happy about it.
“Good.” Nash leaned down and kissed me fast and hard and then Gage followed suit before they both started to get ready for the day.
I tucked my hands under my cheeks and let my eyes drift closed as thoughts of what my two wild men just did to my body drifted through my mind.
And the last thought as I let sleep reclaim me—this was just the beginning of the three of us.
Chapter 10
Nash
My mind strayed to Macy for the millionth time since we walked through the door this morning. I’d felt itchy under my skin since we left her sleeping in our bed.
Fuck me. Just the thought of her lying there and all the things that had transpired when we woke up made my dick get hard. I hadn’t even gotten my hands or mouth on her pretty pussy. But being able to touch her skin, her breasts, and have the sweet taste of her in my mouth was better than any other sexual experience I’d had in my life.
I’d been trying to think about how the three of us could manage this relationship. How it could work outside of the bedroom. But my mind returned over and over again to the thought of finally being able to bury my cock inside her and then watching Gage do the same.
My eyes strayed to my open door. Alyssa had managed to solve the problem Gage and I had without ever really addressing it out loud. She’d had our offices built directly across from each other. The front walls had large windows with blinds across them. Neither Gage nor I ever pulled our blinds when we were working in our own spaces, and we always kept our doors open. Being able to check in with each other while holding onto the picture of normalcy helped keep me from going over the edge the last few months.
I ran a hand over my short-cropped hair and sat back in my chair. As I moved, Gage’s eyes came to me. He gave me a long searching look, tilting his head to the side in question. I shook my head.
Without having Macy held between us, the fucked up nature of this situation seeped back in. How could I hold onto my mate? How could I put her through what it would mean to be the mate to two shifters?
And not two normal shifters. Two shifters who relied on the presence of each other to hold onto the threads of their sanity.
I tried to imagine what our lives would look like together. As long as we were cocooned in our cabin, things would be fine. But all of us had always been close to the members of our den and Macy’s family would never be okay with her disappearing after being claimed by Gage and I.
I couldn’t begin to imagine how to make this work. As I thought of giving up Macy, a pain started in the vicinity of my heart. It speared through me, sharp and intense, leaving me feeling like I had a jagged gaping hole in my chest.
And that’s nothing compared to how my bear felt. I gripped the arms of my chair as my bear came awake with a roar, protesting even the thought of setting Macy aside.
A knock on my door brought my attention back there. I looked up and the air fled my lungs. Kaden stood there, his brows pulled together in concern.
Shit, shit, shit. I hadn’t even begun to think of how Kaden would feel about all this. Kaden had saved my ass on more than one occasion. From the time we were cubs, he was more brother than denmate. How in the fuck would Gage and I tell him that we wanted to claim his baby sister?
“Everything okay?” Kaden asked, stepping through the door and moving to the side.
I sighed and rubbed a hand down my face. His movement was intended to discreetly give me unfettered access to Gage. Kaden and Mason had been trying everything in their power to manage the weird connection between Gage and I.
And how did I repay him for being understanding when anyone else would have washed their hands of us? By trying to claim his baby sister as my mate in some kind of fucked up three-sided relationship with the man who shared my PTSD.
“I’m fine,” I managed to say. “Just tired. And you know how much I love paperwork.” I nodded to the pile of files Alyssa left on my desk with a post-it stuck to the top threatening my life and limbs if I didn’t get things caught up.
Kaden held my gaze for several long beats before he nodded, seemingly accepting my words at face value. The tightening of his jaw told me otherwise.
“You guys stay in Anchorage long last night?”
I shrugged and fought to keep my tone light. “We stayed for a couple of beers before heading home. You make out all right with the skip?” I asked, referring to the guy we’d been hunting last night.
He nodded. “Easy pick up. We had him back in custody in half an hour and headed home.”
“Good.”
Kaden nodded and open
ed his mouth and then shut it again. I could only imagine what he wanted to say. He and Mason had been as subtle as sledgehammers in their desire to get Gage and I talking about what was going on with us since we got back.
But this time he refrained from digging. “I’ll leave you to your paperwork.”
“Thanks,” I said, my tone dripping with the sarcasm I knew he’d expect. Though at the moment I never felt so grateful to have a pile of paperwork.
Kaden gave me a chin lift. “Later.”
“Later.”
He slipped out my door and I my breath left me in a rush. Fuck, fuck, fuck. Not wanting to talk to one of my best friends about what happened to Gage and I was bad enough. Hiding my feelings for Macy was a whole other ballgame.
As guilt clawed through my insides, I looked up to find Gage’s eyes on me again. His expression reflected my own conflicted feelings. How were we going to live with this guilt on top of everything else?
Then another thought hit me like a punch to the gut. How could we live without Macy? Without our mate?
Macy
Exhaustion weighed me down. The late night coupled with the early morning meant I started my day off tired. Spending it dodging my family, caring for my shelter animals and capping it with a long chase through the forest searching for an injured bear cub—of the animal variety, not the shifter—left me all but dead on my feet.
But as my day wound down, all I could think about was getting back to my guys. They’d never been far from my thoughts throughout my busy day. I hadn’t gotten a chance to talk to either one of them, but we did text and make plans to meet up at their place that evening.
A sick feeling hit my belly as I contemplated the last text I’d gotten from Nash. We need to talk.
My guys were not known for their chattiness so their desire for conversation would have left me worried no matter what. But after leaving their bed this morning with hopeful thoughts about the three of us returning to it tonight, and the activities I hoped would take place there, I wasn’t thrilled to hear talking was their main agenda.