His words pushed her over the edge. Evie cried out as pleasure crashed over her, her body trembling. The men held her through it, their touches soothing yet still igniting sparks along her skin.
As she came down from her high, Evie opened her eyes to find three heated gazes fixed on her. Her cheeks flushed, but she felt no shame - only a deep, throbbing need for more.
Her body thrummed with lingering pleasure, every nerve ending alive and hypersensitive. Her chest heaved as she caught her breath, her skin flushed and glistening with a light sheen ofsweat. The weight of their intense gazes upon her sent a fresh wave of desire coursing through her veins.
She met each of their eyes in turn - Gabe's gold-flecked green, Shepherd's smoldering dark, Asher's twinkling blue. The air felt charged, crackling with unspoken tension and barely restrained need. Evie's tongue darted out to wet her lips, her mouth suddenly dry.
“You’re so damn beautiful,” Gabe murmured. “Tell us what you want.”
"I want..." she began, her voice husky. She swallowed hard, gathering her courage. She’d come this far; could she go all the way?
Yes! Yes, she could, and damn what anyone else - including her nagging subconscious thought.
“I want you all so much. I want you… all together.”
Chapter
Nineteen
EVIE
Alow growl rumbled from Shepherd's chest. Gabe's eyes darkened even further, so they looked almost black, and Asher's playful grin took on an unexpected, predatory edge.
Evie's heart raced, equal parts nerves and excitement. She knew what she was asking - in theory. Not that she’d ever done anything like this before. The thought of being with all three of them at once both thrilled and terrified her. But the way they looked at her, with such hunger and adoration, made her feel powerful and desired. Evie hadn’t realized how much she needed that; how long it had been since she felt so cherished and treasured… long before her marriage had broken down.
These three men… they wrapped around her like the promise of Christmas joy.
Gabe's eyes locked with hers. "Are you sure, Evie? We can do things differently, or we can stop this now. We can stop at any time. Just say the word."
Evie nodded. She wanted this - wanted them - more than she'd ever wanted anything. “I don’t want to stop,” she whispered with absolute certainty.
“Then follow us and we’ll lead you, love you, care for you.”
His declaration punched her in the heart. She was falling, and falling hard, for all three of them, she knew. How would she ever recover when they went their separate ways?
Her thoughts were swept away, meaningless, as Gabe rolled onto his back, made short work of rolling a condom down his thick shaft, and helped her straddle his thighs.
He positioned himself so the blunt head of his cock was nudging at her entrance and Evie's breath caught as he slowly pushed into her. She gasped at the exquisite stretch as he filled her completely, and braced her hands on his chest, feeling the rapid thud of his heart beneath her palms.
Shepherd's large hands gripped her hips from behind, steadying her. His beard tickled her shoulder as he pressed open-mouthed kisses along her neck. Evie shivered at the dual assault.
"Relax, sweetheart," Shepherd murmured against her skin. "We've got you."
Asher appeared at her side, his blue eyes indigo with desire. He cupped her face gently, thumb stroking her cheek. "You're doing so well, sugarplum."
His praise sent a warm flush through her. Evie leaned into his touch, seeking more. She felt cherished, protected, desired. It was overwhelming in the best possible way.
Asher leaned in and claimed her lips with a deep, devastating kiss, his tongue stroking against hers in a way that scrambled her thoughts and left her clutching at his shoulders. He tasted like mischief and fire, and even as she tried to focus on the urgent heat building low in her body, he made her feel weightless—like she was falling, but somehow safe in the act ofit. In that delirious moment, she barely noticed the subtle shift in Shepherd’s hands behind her, didn’t register the way those broad palms mapped her waist and lower spine, until one clever finger began to trace a featherlight circle around the tight ring of muscle just beneath her tailbone. The sensation shot through her with a jolt, a sharp spike of shock edged with curiosity, and Evie broke away from Asher’s mouth with a gasp.
She tried to twist to see what Shepherd was doing, or maybe to protest, but Gabe was there—his arms inexorable, his chest an anchor, his body radiating heat. He cupped the back of her neck, forcing her head forward, and she found herself sandwiched between his hand and Asher’s hungry lips. The reality of Gabe pressing her towards another man’s mouth short-circuited her brain, almost inuring her to the unfamiliar, vulnerable pleasure from behind.
Shepherd’s low chuckle vibrated against her skin as his finger lingered, never breaching her, just letting her get used to the sensation, and even though some part of Evie still wanted to squirm away, the rest of her craved more.
Her heart jackhammered in her chest. She’d never been touched there, not by anyone, not ever.
Asher must have sensed her continued hesitation, because he broke their kiss and pressed his forehead to hers. “You’re okay,” he whispered, voice rough with effort. “We’ll go slow. You can tell us to stop any time.” His eyes were dark with want, but his words steadied her, and she knew, with absolute certainty, that every single one of them would stop if she asked them to. The knowledge settled her.
Still, words failed her, and Evie could only nod, her body alive with nerves and anticipation.
