"What did you guys wanna talk to me about? I asked, my nerves getting to me the longer they remained silent.
They glanced at each other, seeming to have a full conversation without saying an audible word, then looked back at me. It didn't surprise me that Ry appeared to be the unofficial spokesman as Gage eyed me with his typical stoic expression. I always felt as if he could see into my soul with those bright blue eyes that seemed like a deep abyss.
"We like you, pretty girl," Ry said, his face serious for once.
I tilted my head and glanced between the two of them. "I like you, too."
He cracked a smile before it faded again, showing me how serious the conversation was likely going to be. "We know you're not here for long, but we'd like to have a relationship with you."
I froze, my entire body going hot, then cold, before turning hot again. "A relationship," I echoed quietly.
Gage leaned forward, his beer bottle clenched between the fingers dangling between his knees. "You're a beautiful woman, Parker," he said in his deep voice that always sent shivers racing down my spine. "We've never considered bringing a woman into our relationship before. Not until you. We'd like for you to consider being our third. Just while you're here, of course."
I blinked, then blinked again. "What does that mean?" I finally asked, wanting to understand, needing it explicitly spelled out so there would be zero misunderstandings.
"We want you between us," Ry offered. "Sexually," he added to clarify, almost too casually for the way my heart was pounding behind my ribcage.
I cleared my throat as I shifted in my seat. "I've never had sex before," I admitted. I was grateful for the cover of darkness as a blush stained my cheeks.
A corner of Gage's mouth ticked up. "And I've never fucked a woman before."
My mouth dropped open in shock. "And you want me to be your first?" I blurted out in utter disbelief.
He shrugged. "Why not?" he shot back. "As I said, you're a beautiful woman. You're intelligent. You're brave. You're kind." His eyes roamed over my body, making my skin feel tight and electrified. "You're sexy as fuck. I'm 32 years old," he added, "and even though I knew that I was bisexual, there was never a woman who tempted me the way you do just by being in the same room. The question is, Special Agent Parker," his tone low, his voice a rough caress making me want to sigh with the pleasure of listening to him speak. "Do you feel the same way about us? Are you willing to give up your virginity to us, knowing that you will be leaving soon and may never see us again?"
I slumped back in my chair and set the beer bottle on the ground next to me. I swallowed hard with his reminder blinking away tears that pricked the back of my eyes. When he stated it that way, a part of my heart ached, which was utterly ridiculous. I had only known these men for a handful of days. At this point, I barely knew their names. Yet, we hadn't even begun a relationship, and I was already mourning the loss of them. Did I want a short-term relationship with them, knowing that it was inevitable that I would lose them?
I closed my eyes against the wave of sadness. Would it be better to keep our distance and not start anything at all? We could remain friends—never touch each other intimately. Perhaps we could even keep in touch and send each other the occasional text wishing each other a happy holiday or birthday.
But what if we did have sex and I fell in love with them? If I had my heart broken, would it be worth it? I opened my eyes again but glanced away, my gaze catching on the water rushing down the waterfall. Somehow, the sight soothed my aching heart. What if I missed my chance for something beautiful—even if it was just for a few days? It could be a memory thatI could look back on fondly. I already spent the last nine years completely alone.
My parents had basically abandoned me the moment my sister had disappeared. I had no friends, no family, and these two men were sitting in front of me, wanting to give themselves to me. Just a few days, I thought to myself. A few beautiful days that I could enjoy while they lasted. The things they could teach me, do to me...
"Okay," I whispered finally while staring at the beautiful waterfall.
"What was that, pretty girl?" Ry asked. I turned my gaze back to both men, taking turns to make eye contact with both of them so they could see my intentions clearly.
"Yes. I'll do it."
In one heartbeat to the next, both men were on me.
Chapter 18
Parker
Gage picked me up in his strong arms, cradling me to his chest. He carried me away from the chair I had been sitting in and sat back down on his own. We sat down with my legs across his lap as his arms held me securely. Ry knelt at his feet, looking up at the both of us.
My heart raced as I took in both of the men. The quiet, stoic Gage that I had always seen was gone, replaced by someone with blazing blue eyes who looked as if he wanted to devour me. Ry’s smile was wicked as he leaned forward. I felt his hand gently take my face and turn it towards his.
He’d kissed my forehead and cheek before, but now, those perfectly shaped lips weren’t headed for anywhere other than my own. My breath caught as we met for the first time. It was just a soft press of lips, gentle, delicate even, and I sighed in wonder at my first kiss.
Ry lifted his head with a smile. “How are you doing?” he asked quietly.
I cleared my throat and looked between the two men. “I’m scared,” I admitted. “I’ve never done this before. I don’t know what you want from me.”
Gage’s deep voice brought my attention to his face. “We don’t expect anything you don’t want to give,” he said. His expression was serious, an attempt at making me see their sincerity. “We want you. We want to worship every inch of your body.” He took his right hand and trailed it over my collarbone slowly. It moved down, over my pebbled flesh, and began tracing a line over the swells of my breasts. “I want to kiss these.” His large hand cupped my breast, covering it completely, and I was certain he could feel my hardened nipple pressing against his palm as he gave a gentle squeeze.
Disappointment flashed through me as his hand left, but it soon began moving downward again. The brief disappointment quickly fled for anticipation as his fingers glided over my belly, then even lower. I watched his face as he stared down at his hand, moving closer to my aching center. Just the expression of desire he wore was enough to have wetness seeping into my already drenched borrowed shorts.
