Page 66 of Ache
Idrink my weight’s worth of tequila.
Alec bought the really good stuff. Strong and smooth. Deceptive it’s even alcohol.
Seeing Gunner again twisted my sanity into a goddamn pretzel, and now I’m trying to deal.
Since we got back the hotel, Tage has been on the phone with God knows who, and Alec has been surfing the Internet. Both on a mission to decode Gunner’s riddle. It’s a waste of time. There’s no answer. They’re both dogs chasing their tails.
I’m doing the only productive thing. Getting drunk.
“I’m going to bed.” I slink off the couch. I’m tired and tipsy and ready to pass out.
“Sleep on your stomach,” Alec advises with his eyes plastered to the screen.
“Promise.” I hold up scout’s honor.
“We’ll be in later.” Tage drops a kiss on my head. I smile faintly. The only good thing that came out of all this is sharing a fancy hotel room with the two of them.
“I love you,” I hum. “Both of you.”
“We love you right back,” Tage returns as I step into the bedroom. The mattress is calling.
I fall face first like Alec advised. See? I listen. I close my eyes and sink into the plushy comforter.
Tequila, take me away.
* * *
I wake up early,starving, and dying of thirst.
The sun has barely risen.
Tage and Alec are stretched out on each side of me, sleeping soundlessly. I wonder what time they finally came to bed?
It is still totally strange, utterly surreal, and implausibly astonishing that I get both these men. It’s also fucking stifling. Their bodies are like heat conductors. I slink off the bed and lose my jeans. Even with the air blasting, I’m still perspiring. I do my business in the bathroom, grab a bottle of water from the mini fridge — which isn’t so mini — and crawl back between them in just a tank top and underwear.
“You all right?” Alec places a sleepy hand on my bare thigh.
“Fine, actually.” I snuggle up to him. Surprisingly, I feel much better than I thought I was going to. I only have a mild hangover, and it feels like a weight has been lifted off me. Maybe confronting Gunner was more therapeutic than I realized. It felt fucking amazing to yell at him. To scream the questions that have plagued me for years, even if I didn’t get definitive answers. The scared, hurt, sixteen-year-old girl didn’t have the nerve to stand up to him then, but the twenty-four-year-old woman sure did.
“Good.”
“What time did you come to bed?” I whisper.
“Very late,” Tage groans.
“I’ll let you sleep.” I kiss his tattooed shoulder.
“I’d rather fuck,” he shoots back point blankly.
“I second that,” Alec jumps right in.
“Nothing is stopping the two of you,” I tease.
Two pairs of light-colored eyes pop open. Oh, shit, I did it now.
“Not that Alec is bad-looking, but he’s a little too masculine for me.” Tage pushes himself up and crawls on top of me like a predator. “You, on the other hand, are the perfect mix of sweet, soft, and feminine.” He massages my breast as he covers his mouth with mine. I melt right there beneath him. I’m such a goner. Goner for both these men.
I succumb instantly, lifting my arms at his command as he drags my tank top off. Soon, I’m naked and being ravished by two hungry mouths and twenty skillful fingers. Pinching and prodding, they touch me in all the right places. I’m a sacrifice laid out on a beautifully profane altar. I drown in a deep abyss as they take turns sucking my nipples and licking my clit. My body is their wonderland. Their Zion.
