“Don't baby her,” Gage said. “She may look delicate, but she's not.”
“I know what she is,” Garret snapped. “I've gotten to know her right alongside you.”
“Just answer the question, Indie,” Gage said.
“This is not the way to start this,” Gideon said.
“Maybe this isn't the time either,” Garret said. “She just had a run-in with her ex. This could simply be about her moving on.”
“We are not your rebound men,” Gage said to me.
“Gage!” Gideon growled.
“I don't want to miss the chance to fuck you!” I shouted.
They went quiet. Stared at me.
Gage cleared his throat. “What was that?”
I sighed and said, “The reason I want to have sex with you even when I'm not certain that I'm your mate is precisely because I'm uncertain.” I waved my drink at them. “Look at you three. You're incredible. Individually, you’re handsome but when you're together, the compounded masculinity and sex appeal makes my body tingle. You're intelligent, witty, kind, and protective without being overbearing. You're perfect. If I don't have sex with you and I'm not your mate, I will forever regret giving up the chance to have you. All of you.”
“Wow,” Gideon said. He looked from me to Gage. “She fucking told you. Don't you feel like a dick now?”
“No,” Gage said. “I'm glad we pushed her. That was the most romantic thing a woman has ever said to me.” He tossed his glass into the fireplace. As it shattered and the alcohol exploded, he pounced.
I was in Gage's arms a second later, his lips on mine. And with the first touch of his tongue, my anxiety vanished. Gage felt so familiar. His kiss, his roaming hands—the way they clenched in my flesh, greedy for more. Déjà vu and yet, it was all fresh. Bright and wonderful. Exciting. Thrills ran down my spine and shivers over my belly when he pulled up my skirt.
Gideon and Garret closed in on either side of us, and I reached for them with my eyes closed. I knew exactly where they were, and as Gage kissed his way down my neck, it seemed natural to turn into Garret's kiss. He met my mouth with a groan, his hand cupping my face. Meanwhile, Gideon got undressed. I knew what he was up to because my hand was on his thigh, and I felt the slide of his jeans coming off. Another thrill went through me. I was doing this. I was really doing this.
With a rumbling growl, Gage bit at my breast through my dress. His enormous body nudged my legs apart and settled between my thighs. But that was just for a few moments. As soon as he was where he wanted to be, he pulled down the bodice of my dress and dove into my bra. It wasn't enough. He made a frustrated sound and lurched up.
“Enough,” Gage said. “I need her naked right the fuck now.”
The other men drew closer instead of retreating, but it was to help me sit up and slip out of my clothes. Even Gage slowed down when I lifted my arms for Gideon and Garret to draw my dress over my head. I heard their sucked-in breathsthrough the fabric for the few seconds my face was hidden. Then they tossed the dress aside, and I saw their adoring expressions.
Had any man looked at me like that? With worship, pride, and lust in his eyes? No. Not ever. It was a heady combination, sending me into a downward spiral of desire. But they waited at the bottom of that spiral to catch me, so I looked forward to the landing. I opened my arms and let them take my bra, then laid down and lifted my hips for Gage to draw my panties over my thighs. Another appreciative sound came from them, and then the hounds descended.
Lips met mine, while two other mouths found other areas to concentrate on. Gideon was the one kissing me, his lips moving gently, then possessively. I could have been blindfolded and I would have still known it was him. I could feel him through that kiss, his personality infusing the motions of his lips. A little down from us, Garret growled as he nipped my shoulder, then kissed his way inward to my breast. His hand was already there, plumping and pinching—preparing me to be sucked into his hot mouth.
And then Gage struck.
No preamble. Gage went for gold, diving between my thighs and splitting my sex with his fingers. Hot, wet pressure came, then strong licks drawn upward. It set the lust already gathering in my belly to swirling. I shuddered with the racing need and lifted my hips to press against him. Gage's happy growl vibrated against my sensitive flesh, ramping up my pleasure. And then he was sucking, biting, and nuzzling while he drew the moisture down with a finger. Seconds later, that finger split me and delved inside.
I moaned into Gideon's mouth.
“Fuck, that's hot,” Garret said around my nipple.
I thought we'd get to it then, but the men kept kissing me, rotating from my mouth to other parts. They licked the line of my shoulders, bit the edge of my hips, and even turned me onto my belly to worship my back. Half an hour was spent on my ass alone. So much time passed, and we still hadn't gotten to the actual fucking. I was getting frustrated. Each of them had taken a turn at my sex, but no one lingered long enough to give me an orgasm. My thighs clenched in need and my breath came in rapid pants.
“Fuck me already!” I screamed.
The men paused and looked at each other. I opened my eyes to see the exchange and, for the first time, I thought I understood what passed between them. They were trying to decide who got to go where.
“You.” I pointed at Gideon, who was between my legs. “You're the closest. Get inside me. Now!”
“Yes, ma'am,” Gideon drawled and grinned like he had won the lottery.
Then he grabbed the base of his long cock and pushed the tip against me. On his left thigh, the Mark of Hades twitched, brought to life by the muscles beneath. I suddenly felt as if I lay on a Greek hillside beneath a warrior, about to give him my virginity. Oh, yeah, that did it for me.
