“Ares is going to need you in the weeks ahead,” Bree says, walking toward the kitchen.
“He needs all of us.” I snuggle into Jase’s side, fighting a yawn as we enter the kitchen. My head is pounding, my belly is rumbling, and my limbs are twitchy with a host of unspent emotions. I had a good cry on the chopper, but there’s still a maelstrom churning inside me, looking for an outlet.
Grabbing a bottle of water from the refrigerator, I turn to face the Stewart siblings. “We need to be united. We can’t defeat Carter or rescue Chad and Lilianna if we are not a solid team. I don’t care what issues we have. They are either in the past or we will resolve them in the future. Nothing else matters but focusing on our agenda.” I drill Jase with a look. “That shit with Ares today can’t happen again. I know I was mad too, but honestly, in the grand scheme of things, it’s barely a blip.”
“It’s not a blip, Temptress.” Jase reaches over my head, removing the medical box from the cupboard. “It was an asshole move, but I hear what you’re saying, and I agree. Not sure Chad will when we get him back, but we can cross that bridge then.” He hands me two pain pills. “Take them, my love, and go grab a shower.” He kisses the tip of my nose. “Bree and I will set the table.”
“We need to do something about Chad,” I say before popping the pills and swallowing a mouthful of water. The longer that sick bitch has him, the more I worry. I don’t know what state he’ll be in when we get him back. We need to get him out before he is traumatized for life.
“I’m already on it,” Jase confirms. “Bree and I pooled our resources, and we have a team of guys discreetly delving into Cleo Carter, trying to locate where she’s keeping him. Once we know that and the lay of the land, we can plan his escape.” He bundles me into a warm hug. “Don’t worry. He’ll be home with us before Christmas. I promise.”
Placing my hands on his chest, I tip my chin up and peer into his gorgeous green eyes. “That’s only six days away, Jase. Don’t make promises you can’t keep.”
“I fully intend to keep that promise, babe. He can’t be far. We’ll get him out.”
“This isn’t our first rodeo,” Bree adds, pulling silverware out of the drawer. “Keep the faith.”
“We’ll have to stash him in a safe house too because Carter can’t know we have him. I don’t want to rescue him for Chad to be taken again—or worse.”
“We’ll keep him safe.” Jase pats me on the ass. “Now shoo. You look beat. Grab a shower and get changed, and we’ll have dinner on the table when you come back.”
I’m battling sleep the entire way up the stairs. I’m a little surprised to find my door open and steam wafting from the en suite bathroom when I reach my master bedroom. I’m even more surprised to find the tub filled to the brim, scented oil skimming the surface of the water and swirling around the giant of a man filling the space.
Ares stares at me as I shed my clothes, and his heated stare is a sensual caress against my skin. His gaze is glued to the healing brands over my chest and my upper arm. We lock eyes, and I see the question there. But he doesn’t want to ask it now. He can’t handle it, and neither can I. Not today. Not when we have already dealt with so much of the heavy stuff. A shiver works its way through me at the thought of his initiation, and bile swims up my throat.
“Come here,” he says in a deep, commanding tone while he rests his muscular tattooed arms on the side of the tub and sits up straighter, making room for me.
Water sloshes over the edge as I get into the bath, gingerly lowering myself down in between his legs. A moan slips from my lips as the warm water soothes my aches and pains. I lean back against him, drawing comfort and warmth from the strength of his hard body behind me. His dick is erect, nudging against my ass, inviting my libido to come out to play.
“Ares?” I tilt my head back and up so I’m looking at him. “I’m not going to ask if you’re okay, because that’s a stupid question, but what can I do?”
His jaw clenches as his eyes darken with unspoken need. His eyes are more brown than green today with those little amber flecks I’m so fascinated with. We move as one, and our lips collide in a feverish kiss as his hands roam my naked body. His tongue prods the seam of my lips, and I open for him, our tongues immediately tangling as his fingers skate over my belly to cup my mound.
“This,” he murmurs, briefly breaking our lip-lock. “This is what you can do.”
I whimper into his mouth when he parts my folds with one hand while a finger glides up and down my slit. He bites down on my lip before covering my mouth and swallowing my gasps as he roughly shoves three fingers inside me, pumping them in and out with urgency.
Yes! This is what I need. What we both need, and Ares’s magical fingers are the perfect remedy.
We devour one another with lips, teeth, and tongues, and I arch my head back, stretching my neck as he bites, licks, and sucks his way up and down my neck while his fingers plunder my pussy with expert precision. My orgasm is building fast. My body is strung tight like a bow, ready to snap in record-breaking time.
“Come for me, slutty little sis,” he rasps over my lips as he thrusts his hips forward, grinding his hard-on against my lower back. “Come all over my hand.” Curling his fingers inside me, he hits the perfect spot, and I’m moaning and writhing as he works my body like a pro. Stars burst behind my retinas, and I’m cresting higher and higher, bucking my hips, ignoring the throbbing ache on one side, as I focus solely on my impending climax.
I cry out as I tumble over the ledge, my back arching, legs quivering, and chest heaving as the most glorious release ghosts over me. Water leaks over the edge of the tub onto the tile floor. Ares’s skillful fingers continue milking my inner walls until every drop of my orgasm is wrenched from my overwrought body.
Wordlessly, he lifts me out of the tub in his arms. He grabs a couple of towels as he brings me into the bedroom. Setting my feet on the carpeted floor, he takes his time drying me before dragging the towel quickly across his wet body. “On your knees, dollface,” he demands, wrapping his hand around his hard dick and slowly stroking his erection. “I need to come down your throat.”
I sink to my knees without hesitation, guiding his pierced shaft toward my mouth. His hand goes to the back of my head, but his urgent touch is tender, and his concern brings different tears to my eyes. Opening my mouth wide to accommodate his thick girth, I swallow him down, taking as much of him in as I can. My fingers wind around the base of his cock as I suck up and down his length, my tongue tracing around the ladder on the underside of his shaft. I look up, and a burst of pride warms my chest when I see the look of absolute joy on his face as he pivots his hips, driving his cock into my mouth, with his eyes closed, savoring every second of the pleasure I’m giving him.
I know some girls hate giving head, and I would never judge anyone for that, to each their own, etcetera, but there is nothing more enjoyable or more powerful than blowing a guy knowing you are giving him the ultimate pleasure ride and rocking his world. It’s a heady sensation. One I’m addicted to.
I’d eat cock for breakfast, lunch, and dinner times three if given the chance.
The thought should surprise me, but it doesn’t.
Deep down, I have wanted this.
I want all three of them.
