Page 45 of Indigo

“Why are you naked, baby?” he whispers in my ear.

“I’m not naked.” I shake my head. “I have a towel. I was fixing the barn. I was covered in dirt.”

“Hank, tug that towel off her, will you?” Cassidy says, crossing his arms over his chest.

Hank tries, bless him, but I hold firmly. “Who is Haven?”

“Dominic’s woman,” Nash replies, though the way he looks at me makes me think there’s no one in the world but me.

My eyebrows rise. “He scent-matched? I didn’t even know he had a pack…”

“Hendrix and Phoenix. They are all in paradise back in Willow’s Ridge.”

I nod, thinking about this new development. “Do you think it is safe to bring the Omegas back to Texas?”

“I’m not sure…” Nash rubs his mouth thoughtfully. “But I have to say, it’s hard to think straight when you look like that.”

I roll my eyes. “I look like a drowning rat.”

“Hardly.” Hank chuckles, and this time he tugs the towel. I’m not paying attention, and he’s successful.

The towel pools down to my feet, and like they just rehearsed, the three Alphas sigh a goodman dreamy sigh that has me melting. Every nerve in my body knows how much they appreciate me. The good and the bad. We fit together in a way I didn’t think was possible. I don’t ever feel less deserving of love,like something is wrong with me. I left those feelings behind, and now all that I cultivate is the rightness of when they are with me.

Hank’s warm hands travel over my body. It doesn’t take long until I’m wet between my legs. He pinches my nipple, and I whimper, but Cassidy hovers over me, ready to kiss and swallow the moan.

Three sets of hands explore my body. Demanding fingers push in and out of my pussy, claiming mouths over my nipple. They know how to make me scream in desire, as if they understand my body more than I do.

Cassidy kneels in front of me, hooking my leg over his shoulder. I’m wobbly, but Hank and Nash hold me upright as their friend eats me out of dear life. I cry out. If I thought my muscles were tender from all the work today, now they are mush.

He teases me with his tongue, that damn smirk on his lips when I whimper his name. Without warning, Hank takes my other leg, lifting as Nash takes the other from Cassidy’s shoulder. Each man lifts one leg and one hand under my ass, opening me up completely.

The surrender does it for me. I didn’t think I’d ever like it, but I noticed that when I’m the most exposed and vulnerable, that’s when I come the hardest. Fuck, maybe I’m horny because in those moments is when I realize how much I trust them with my body and soul. I’m no therapist, though I have one now, and she’s helping me through all the trauma.

Maybe she has the answer for that, but it doesn’t matter why, because my men know this. They always find ways to show me they will always catch me, always shield me with their own lives, and in return, I give them everything.

My head tips back, I suck in a breath, and I come all over Cassidy’s face. Before I have time to recover, Nash hands meover to Hank, and he holds me against his chest. Thankfully, he carries me to the bedroom, since my legs are wobbly as fuck.

“Do you think you can take us three at once?” Hank whispers.

I chuckle and open one eye. “Can’t wait your turn?”

He shakes his head. “Not today.”

My heart lunges for him. My palm covers the scruff over his cheek. “I can take you all.”

Who am I to deny them what they want the most? Especially when it’s me.

Hank places me on the bed while they make work of removing their clothes. We’ve been together for six months, and I still gasp every time they show any skin. I can’t stop wanting them more and more. My eyes wander, and I lick my lips. I’m almost jumping their bones as Hank steps closer, tugging me to stand, just to sit down himself and pull me back on his lap.

“I’m going to take that ass today, okay?” he whispers, kissing my shoulder. “The other ones can fight over the other holes.”

I laugh at his crude words, but it dies down when his fingers start playing with my clit. It’s still sensitive after my orgasm, and I almost jump when he dips his digits right in. Anchoring with his big arms, he ignores my attempts to run. He knows I’m exactly where I want to be.

“Lube, Cass,” he asks.

Dizzy with want, all I do is open myself to him as he starts playing with my ass, warming me up for him. Fingers coated in lube, he pushes in while rubbing my clit, and in a second, I’m begging for more than a finger. This is not the first time he’s had my ass, but damn, Hank is so big he needs to work me every time he wants it.

“Come here, baby,” he whispers.