“Hey, how’s it going?”
Gage’s lips tipped up in one corner while I inwardly cringed. “Come here,” he said, his voice fueling my already burning lust the moment he had come into view. Thank goodness the man liked me, because he was definitely a wet dream for me.
I eagerly stepped forward, not even attempting to play it cool. Luckily, the man didn’t play coy either. His large hands went straight for my body, one to my head, gripping my ponytail tightly to angle my head just the way he wanted, while the other hand went to my ass. His hold was firm, squeezing the globe tightly, just shy of painful, as he lifted me slightly, giving my height an added couple of inches.
His lips met mine with a tender caress, something I hadn’t expected from him. It was soft and gentle. Instead of delving into my parted lips, his tongue swept across them, tasting my cherry chapstick as he let out a low hum that I felt against my chest.
My knees buckled as he slowly pressed deeper. As gentle as he was, he was still very much in full control of our every move, guiding me, directing the dance of our tongues. All I could do was follow his every lead. Something about his control allowed me to let mine go. My entire body relaxed, every muscle released the tension I’d been holding since I could remember. I just let myself feel as I was swept away by the feel of the passion he ignited between us.
When he pulled away, it was just a parting of the lips, our bodies still pressed intimately together, and I whimpered, my breath ghosting over his mouth as I blinked up at him. “Please,” I whispered. It was a plea for more, but also a plea to not let me think, to not let me return to the headspace I’d been in before he’d so fully and thoroughly filled me with only him.
He read my face, easily reading me the way I hadn’t been able to do him since I’d met the man. Without a word, his hands moved. Before I could let disappointment fill me, his arms wrapped around my body, one under my legs, the other behind my back as he held me cradled against his chest with no effort whatsoever.
As he turned to head further into the house, he kicked the door closed with a foot, shutting the rest of the world out. I never took my eyes from his face as we walked. I studied his every feature, admiring his jaw covered in golden stubble that was the same shade as his skin.
His nose was straight and long, but it fit his face. His lips were well shaped and looked firm, but I could personally attest to how soft they actually were. His eyebrows were a shade darker than the hair on his head, slightly darker than the stubble on his chin, and damn him, his eyelashes were thick and long.
I sighed. How was he so perfect? Ry was a lucky man. Not that Ryu Nakamura was a butterface. That man was gorgeous as well. The genes these two men shared were unfair. I couldimagine what a baby of theirs would look like if they could make one together.
“What’s that look for?” Gage finally asked as we passed through a doorway.
“I was just thinking that you and Ry would make beautiful babies together,” I said dreamily.
There was sudden laughter from across the room, and I turned to see Ry standing in the open doorway to what appeared to be a bathroom, wearing nothing but a towel. I felt my body vibrating and looked down at myself, wondering what was going on until I realized that Gage was laughing silently. His whole body was shaking. It made me smile. I wondered how often Mr. Stoic laughed in his life.
“What?” I asked with as much innocence as I could muster. “You two are beautiful. Put your genes together, and your babies would win the genetic lottery.”
“Pretty girl,” Ry said as his laughter finally tapered off, “I’d rather take our jeans off.”
“That’s not what I—oh!”
My words were cut off on a small scream as I found myself falling. I bounced twice before settling on one of the softest mattresses I’d ever been on. I glared up at Gage. “That wasn’t nice.”
“Who told you I’m a nice man?” he asked as he stared down at me, a wicked gleam in his eyes. “Ry,” he said, without waiting for an answer, as if I would even be able to come up with one, “she’s wearing far too many clothes. Remove them.”
I sat up, heart pounding with a heady mix of anticipation and trepidation. It made everything that much more exciting as the fear mingled with the excitement. I turned to watch Ry, but before I could, he was already on me. Just that quickly, he’d gripped the hem of my T-shirt and had it yanked over my head.
“Hey!” I protested at their high handedness.
“Bra next,” Gage directed as he stood back, crossing his arms over his chest, looking as if he were inspecting goods he’d purchased for faults. I was about to start getting pissed.
“Maybe we should have dinner first,” I sniped, turning my glare from Gage to Ry when I felt my bra loosen in the back and hurriedly wrapped my forearm around my chest. “I’m suddenly not feeling whateverthisis anymore,” I gestured between the two of them. Maybe it was my vulnerability showing, but Gage had found a weak spot I didn’t know if I could allow him to exploit. Being on display like a piece of meat at the market apparently wasn’t my thing.
I watched as Gage lowered his hand until it reached his belt buckle. It slowly undid the clasp until it dangled dangerously. Then he moved to the button on his jeans and flicked it open. I swallowed hard. He paused as his fingers gripped the zipper and tilted his head.
“Are you sure?”
I panted, almost desperate for him to lower that zipper.
“What about Ry? Do you want him to stop and get dressed so we can all go eat dinner, Parker?” Gage indicated Ry with his chin, so I tore my hungry eyes from where he was teasing me with his partially undone pants and turned my head to the man next to me. My heart nearly stopped right then and there before it sped out of control.
My mouth went dry as my eyes zeroed in on the dick inches away from me. Somehow, I had forgotten that Ry had been in nothing but a towel when I’d entered the room. But now, seeing him kneeling beside me on the bed as he grinned at me, I couldn’t imagine how. Because Ry’s cock? That was a thing of beauty, just like the man himself. It wasn’t as long and thick as I remembered Gage’s or Dante’s being, but he had absolutely no reason to be jealous.
“I didn’t take you for a man who liked jewelry,” I breathed in awe.
“Do you like it?” Ry asked as he parted the towel, allowing me to get a better look. All I could do was nod shamelessly. Yeah, I liked it. I liked it a lot. Especially when he wrapped his hand around his hard shaft and squeezed, making a drop of precome drip out of the tip. Using his finger, he scooped up that drop and smeared it over the two piercings along the crown of his cock. “They are called king’s crown piercings.” His voice went husky. “They are going to feel incredible inside you.”
Oh, I believed him. I let out a whimper of need. What the hell, I was a twenty-four-year-old virgin who had been repressing every single desire since puberty. I should be allowed some slack. Honestly, the restraint I was showing at the moment for not simply throwing either one of them onto their backs and riding them until dawn should have won me a prize of some kind. I glanced between the two men. I knew what prize I wanted.
