Page 53 of Ache
They both moan again, and my arousal shoots through the roof.
“Fucking Christ.” Tage tenses and arches his back as Alec squeezes my breast desperately.
“Ever, I’m too close.” Alec bites the shell of my ear. The pain shoots straight to my core. “Let go. Let it all go.” It’s not a request or a plea — it’s a demand. And I know by the tone of his voice he means let go of more than just the physical. And with him by my side, I can. Alec is my strength. He’s my trust.
He’s the piece that can hold this threesome together.
“Ah!” I erupt, digging my nails into Tage’s chest. The climax is coming, and there’s no stopping it now.
Rabidly, Tage and Alec tag team to work me over — the push and pull, the in and out — is an out-of-body fucking experience.
The pound of dueling hips and the swell of two cocks has me reeling. Violent convulsions cause both my pussy and ass to clamp, contract, and cramp around both men.
There’s an underwater explosion before all the sensations bubble to the surface. It’s a frantic, frenzied state of mind that completely takes over, ruling all three of us.
The keening cry that leaves my lips as I come is incommunicable. I can’t even believe the sound came from me, but that’s how being with both Tage and Alec affects me. It changes me. Rebirths me, revitalizes me. In the end, I’m a brand-new woman. A phoenix. Rising from the ash to face a new day.
Sweaty, sticky, and supremely satisfied, I collapse between Tage and Alec. Nestled between their fiery bodies, the stress of the day drags me away. I couldn’t stop the onset of fatigue even if I tried. I’m exhausted, spent, and emotionally drained.
“I love you.” It’s the last thing I can muster before the darkness steals me away.
* * *
I siton my tiny dresser in a T-shirt and underwear, Denali curled next to me, staring at the two naked men passed out in my bed. Arms and legs hung over the side, they barely fit on the full-sized mattress.
They’re both so different. Tage’s wild, golden-blond waves are fanned out on the pillow, while Alec’s short, styled, dark hair is sticking up on top of his head.
The way they touch me is different. The way they treat me is different. The way they love me is different. Yet, somehow, last night proved that it fits. That we all fit.
It’s crazy. This whole scenario is insane. I’m still trying to make sense of it if all. Two men, one woman, one love? One life? Is it really that simple?
Do three lost puzzle pieces come together as easily as that?
I hope beyond hope, because last night changed everything. Now that I have them both, I can’t let either go.
It may just break me.
“How long are you going to sit there and stare?” Tage asks randomly with his eyes still closed.
“How long have you been up?” I counter.
“I never went to sleep.”
“I’ve been sitting here for quite a while.” I watched the sun come up.
“I know.” His facial muscles don’t move, but I swear he grimaced through his tone.
“You’re way too good of an actor,” I accuse.
“Comes with the job description.” He pops one gorgeous, hazel eye open.
I’m not amused. I don’t want him acting around me.
“Come back to bed.” He reaches a hand out. “That sour expression is going to give you wrinkles.”
“Since when do you care about wrinkles?”
“I don’t, but it sounded good.”
