by T. S. Snow
“Sorry to ruin your little fantasy, Char, but Andres is like a brother to me. We might have no problem sharing you, but that doesn’t mean we want each other that way.”
“Besides,” Andres added from where he’d been lying beside me, “have you seen the size of him? No fucking way do I want that thing anywhere near me.” He whispered the words in mock terror, and I laughed.
Yeah, Bast was too damn big for butt stuff. Hell, it was still a surprise that he managed to fit in my vagina. I was not going to tempt fate and have him try butt stuff with me.
Andres, on the other hand… Maybe we could work up to it. Not that he was small, by any means, but he wasn’t quite as…terrifying as Bast.
“You’re right—he’d put us in wheelchairs. Never mind.” I tried forcing my hand to move so I could wave the thought away, but it just stayed where it was.
Moving was too much work, and I was just too damn deliciously sore, not to mention my body truly did feel like jelly.
I watched with half-lidded eyes as Bast stood up in front of me in all his splendorous naked glory, turned, and walked away from us.
I was so fixated on his naked butt, and the way the muscles contracted and relaxed, making it seem almost like it was dancing, that I didn’t realize he’d walked through a door until he disappeared from view.
I wasn’t aware I was pouting until Andres nipped at my bottom lip, bringing my attention fully to him.
“You know, it’s a good thing I’m not the overly jealous type, because you’re looking at Bast like you want to take a big bite out of him,” Andres joked.
I blinked innocent eyes at him.
“That’s because I do. Want to bite him, I mean. In the butt. While he flexes.” I patted his disheveled hair. “Don’t worry, I want to bite your butt too.”
“Hmm,” Andres murmured, trailing his finger over my chest. “I think I have a better idea.”
With that, he moved right between my legs, pulled them until they were on either side of his face, and spoke against my heat.
“Gotta make sure you’re all clean,” he said, sending vibrations through my core, making my fingers curl.
“I…I can’t. I don’t think I can handle another round,” I protested.
Andres gave me one long lick, and the curling of my toes intensified. My hands went to his hair with a mind of their own, and I held him in place.
Hmmm, but then again, maybe I could handle another orgasm. Or die trying. It was a sacrifice I was willing to make for the sake of my body.
Andres chuckled. “You’re not going to die, Kitten, but you are going to come all over my tongue.”
He licked me again, and I just held on for dear life as, true to his word, he cleaned me up and then speared me with the tip of his tongue. I moaned and clung to his hair as I rode his face.
The door to the bathroom opened, and Bast walked out, saw us, and smiled.
Still naked as the day he was born, he crossed his arms and watched as I rode Andres’ face.
I started to feel an orgasm building inside of me when Andres put my clit in his mouth and sucked the little bundle of nerves so hard, I saw stars.
“Andres, I’m going to come,” I said, increasing my grip on him and thrusting my hips faster as my legs started to shake.
“Don’t let her come, Andres,” Bast ordered from near the door, and my eyes flew to his at his betrayal.
“Do let me come, Andres,” I countered.
Fuck that not letting me come bullshit. He started it, so he better finish it!
This orgasm was my constitutional right.
Bast smiled, and it had an edge of evil to it I hadn’t seen before on him.
“I didn’t know the constitution granted orgasm rights to people,” he commented, amused, while Andres—fucking Andres—let go of my clit and went back to licking my pussy, but slowly this time, like he was savoring a five-star meal.
I tried to force his head to move so he would tongue fuck me faster, but it was like trying to move a damn boulder.
“Shut up. Go back to the bathroom or something, you’re ruining my orgasm!” I complained as I kept thrusting my hips forward to get Andres to cooperate with me.
This was an unjust, unfair punishment.
Andres chuckled against my clit, and oh shit, that felt good.
“Do that again,” I demanded.
“Do what again?” he asked, playing innocent.
I stared at him. His mouth was glistening with my juices, his face was between my legs less than an inch from my lady bits, and he was giving me attitude.
After I’d rocked his world.
“Please, please make me come,” I whined.
Okay, so I was acting a little spoiled and bratty, but for real. I’d been all content with my previous orgasms and threesome until he’d decided to go to town on me again, and then when I finally agreed to it, he was going to play hard to get?
Nope. This was just not right.
“Fine, if you’re not going to do it, I’ll just take care of myself. You can stay there real close and watch. Consider it a VIP showing.” I moved my fingers to where I wanted them, where I wanted him most, but Bast moved before I even so much as flicked my clit.
He grabbed my hand and held it on the bed above my head, which got me real close and personal with his very hard dick. So I did the only thing I could do.
I opened my mouth, put as much of him into it as I could, and swallowed.
“Fuck,” Bast groaned.
I slowly bobbed back right to the tip of him, licked his head as I sucked him, then slowly, oh so slowly, took more of him into my mouth until he hit the back of my throat.
Bast must’ve given some kind of signal to Andres, because Andres went back to licking and sucking me.
My orgasm came faster than expected, and I moaned around Bast’s cock as I came.
Bast kept fucking my mouth as I rode wave after wave of pleasure, while Andres didn’t let up on the tongue fucking.
I wasn’t even sure anymore if I was still riding the waves of one orgasm or it had somehow turned into a second one. All I knew was that I was in a world of pleasure.
“Char, I’m going to come. Now’s the time to pull out, if you want,” Bast said, and I sucked him even harder.
He grunted and came in my mouth, moaning my name. I swallowed his seed and tapped lightly on Andres’ head for him to stop his torment.
“Please leave my clit alone, Andres. It needs a minute…or a hundred.” Andres let go of me and smiled before Bast picked me up in his arms and took me to the bathroom.
“Let’s get you cleaned up. We can have another few rounds later,” he suggested.
“But...what about Andres?” I turned to look at him. “Don’t you want me to finish you off?” I asked, even as I snuggled closer to Bast. Damn, my eyelids felt heavy.
“I can wait until later, beautiful. And then maybe I can have you all to myself. Get some rest, first.” He smiled as he said it, watching as Bast took me away.
Step one—clean up and nap.
Step two—do the whole threesome again once I regained control of my body.
I loved a good plan.
I didn’t actually get to take my nap, after all.
Or get more orgasms.
After Bast cleaned me up, Andres got a call from his father—who apparently wasn’t dying—summoning him to deal with some Illudere business. So we got dressed and headed to the door.
Andres grabbed me and kissed me fiercely when we reached the door, then turned to open it as Bast held my hand.
Truth was, he was sort of helping me stay upright because I hadn’t fully recovered control of my legs just yet. As had been proven when I tried to get dressed and had sort of…collapsed on my own two feet.
Good thing I was surrounded by strong males who were quick on their feet. They ended up having to take turns holding me and dressing me, both laughing when they put my underwear back on and saw the full effect of the set.
It was one of my favorites, and I had zero regrets.
After all, my lucky underwear clearly gifted me with a threesome.
“You still okay with me swinging by your place later today?” Andres asked both Bast and me, though his eyes were focused on me.
I smiled at him. “Yes, and you can stay the night too, if you want. I, uh, I love a good cuddle,” I added, blushing a little.
Even though I’d agreed to this whole being shared thing and Bast clearly had not minded one bit—considering he not only watched, but joined in too—it still felt kind of weird to think that I now had two boyfriends.
At the same time.
And they were both okay with the situation.
Andres gave me his dimpled smile that I loved and turned, unlocking the door.
“Oops, forgot to lock it when we were both alone. Good thing I didn’t, huh?” he commented.
Bast shook his head, but he was smiling. “Yeah, good thing I was the one to walk in on you two and not someone else. Things could’ve gotten awkward really fast.”
Andres pulled the door open and walked outside. We followed him, only to bump into his back when he froze midway.
Speaking of awkward.
There, in front of Andres, with his usual scowl on his handsome face, was Blaze.
His eyes trailed from Andres to me in confusion, taking in our appearances, before they moved to Bast’s hand on mine, and to him.
His confusion became shock, then he schooled his expression into an unreadable mask.
Blaze said nothing, just kept taking in our clearly-just-had-a-threesome state. I mean, why lie? We might’ve gotten dressed, but I was pretty sure I was still rocking my just-fucked hair, not to mention Andres’ was a mess, even though he’d tried to finger comb it.
Andres was the first to take control of the situation, walking a couple steps back so he could put an arm over my shoulder while I still held Bast’s hand.
He smiled at Blaze.
“Hey. Did you come here to check in on me? Thanks, man, I didn’t know you cared! Oh. Right. You haven’t met him yet. Blaze, this is Bastille. He’s Char’s boyfriend and now my brother-husband. Bast, this is Blaze, the guy Char has been pining over for a week.”
I jabbed him with my elbow so hard, he yelped in pain and doubled over.
Serves him right.
Bast chuckled beside me as I stared down at Andres.
“Seriously? This is how you introduce them? You’re so not getting laid again!” I whisper-yelled at him in anger.
What the fuck? Telling Blaze I’d been pining for him like some lovesick puppy? It didn’t matter that it was true, he couldn’t just tell this shit to a guy! Besides, I’d finally started to slowly lead Blaze into the whole harem idea, and this was not how I’d planned on facing him again after the last talk we had. There should be a process to things. A way to…ease him into the idea.
Not just parade it in front of him after being fucked by two guys.
“Hey, nice to meet you. Ignore Andres, his parents found him in a barn and took pity on him,” Bast said in his deep, growly, sexy voice, and I was grateful at least one of my boyfriends had manners.
I turned and saw Bast offering his hand to Blaze, who kept staring at me like I’d grown a second head.
He looked so damn conflicted. There was a mixture of longing, jealousy, and something else in his gaze that made me want to go to him, hug him, and kiss it all better.
But the line had been drawn, and I stood by it. If he wanted me for real, he’d have to be okay with the sharing thing, because I wasn’t giving up on Bast…or on Andres, even if I might have to kick him a few times for punishment.
Oh, maybe we could tie him up the next time Bast and I had sex, and then he couldn’t do anything but watch and suffer. It would serve him right and teach him not to withhold orgasms from me. Except, it had been sort of Bast’s idea, so maybe I should have Bast tied up while Andres and I got down and dirty.
Or I could get them both tied up while I touched myself.
The point was, I’d been honest with Blaze about my relationship with Bast and the fact that he wanted to share me with others. Was it really that big of a surprise that I’d taken Bast up on the offer? Obviously, there were…feelings involved. I wouldn’t have just jumped into bed with Andres if I hadn’t felt things for him, confusing, overwhelming things. Like the need to slap him and kiss him at the same time.
Blaze seemed to snap out of whatever war was going inside of him and shook Bast’s hand.
“It’s…nice to meet you, Bastille.”
They shook hands, and I smiled a little.
“Is…uh… Are the three of you…” Blaze started to ask, but trailed off as if he couldn’t quite bring himself to finish the sentence. He took a step back, dropping Bast’s hand and putting some space between us.
“Together?” said Andres from my side. He rose, sending me a wink, and I forgave him just a little when his dimple made an appearance. “Yes, we are. Both Bast and I are Char’s boyfriends, making Bast officially my brother-husband. It’s a thing, trust me. And even if it isn’t, I’m making it a thing now.”
I wanted to high five him. In the face. With a chair.
Or maybe with a fireball.
Blaze turned to Bast. “And you’re okay with that?” he asked. There was more than a little disbelief in his voice.
Bast shrugged, pulling me to him. I went willingly, and he placed me in front of him, my back glued to his body. “I just want my girl to be happy, and if she needs more hands and mouths on her, then that’s what she’ll have.”
Blushing? I wasn’t blushing. Nope. No way.
Why would I blush over them talking about multiple hands and mouths on me or at the thought of having Bast, Andres, and Blaze all doing dirty, dirty things to me?
Goddess, it was getting hot in here.
I squirmed in Bast’s arms, my butt accidentally brushing against him. He was already half-hard again.
How?
This cannot possibly be normal. It’s not physiologically possible!
“What isn’t physiologically possible, beautiful?” Andres asked, and I turned big eyes at him.
“Nothing. Uh, nothing. Just… Oh look, my friend’s calling me! I gotta go, byeee.”
I tried to run, but Bast’s arms tightened around me. He lowered his head and chuckled in my ear, but at least he didn’t call me out on my bullshit.
“Where do you think you’re going, Char?”
All the guys were smiling, even Blaze.
Fuck my life. Trust me to unite all the guys for one mission, and one mission only—embarrass me.
Or ensure I further embarrass myself.
“What was it you said about physiology, Little Spitfire?” Blaze teased, and I wanted to gouge his eyes out of his stupid face with a spoon.
Except not really, because his eyes were really pretty and I might miss them eventually. But his behavior was completely against the bro zone code, so he and I were going to need to have words.
“Little Spitfire, huh? I like the sound of that, it fits you.” Bast’s entire chest rumbled as he spoke, and I shivered.
“Okay, that’s it.” I physically moved Bast’s arms from me and took three steps away from him, from them, so I could look at all three of them.
And dammit if the triple yummy threat didn’t make me even weaker in the knees.
Must. Not. Be. Distracted. By. The. Hotness.
I was a strong, independent woman who could hold her libido together for five seconds in order to lay down the law on the big, strong, confident males.
I had this under control.
Totally under control.
All I needed was some skimpy armor and a personal fan blowing my hair.
“You,” I said, pointing to Andres. “Go see what your father wanted. You’re about a million seconds late. Go create your illusions or bask in the glory of your victory or whatever the fuck. You,” I said, pointing to Bast. “Stop loo
king at me with that face. I meant it when I said I needed a few hours. And you…” I stopped when I pointed at Blaze, not really knowing what the fuck I was supposed to say.
In fact… “Uh…did you want something with Andres or me? I just realized you never said why you were here,” I finished lamely.
We all turned to Blaze expectantly, and he cleared his throat, shifting his weight uncomfortably. “I just came to check up on Andres and congratulate him on the victory. And to let him know Ricardo woke up and was led to his house so he could pick up his stuff and then leave forever. Blair went with them, but she said she wouldn’t follow after he left the area. The director assigned other agents for that.”
Oh.
“Thanks, man. And don’t worry about me. I’m all healed up. The Healers took care of me the minute I left the arena, and then they left me alone so I could rest.”
I blushed, remembering just what had happened once the Healers had left Andres and I alone in the room.
Andres walked closer to Blaze and clasped him on the shoulder in a sort of bro hug thingy. He said something in Blaze’s ear that neither Bast nor I managed to hear, winked at me, and then left the three of us in the cabin by ourselves.
Like things hadn’t been awkward enough before.
27
Blaze
“Right, I’m going with Andres in case he needs my help. Why don’t I leave you two to…talk?” Bastille suggested.
“But—” Char started, but Bastille sent her a look that had her dropping it.
Instead, she mouthed “traitor” and watched him walk away, leaving just the two of us behind.
Char’s pink hair was a mess—the same mess it always ended up in after she woke up in the mornings or after I’d sexed her up so good her legs got weak and she got that dreamy look on her face. It was the same dreamy look she’d had when she left the room with Bastille and Andres, before she saw me and her smile froze.
I still couldn’t believe her boyfriend had just walked out and basically forced Char to talk to me. Did he not know who I was? The history I had with Charisma?
Or did he know about it and he was so on board with the idea of sharing her, he’d left us alone to talk as his way of…giving us his blessing?
