A Worthy Opponent (Wicked Villains 3)

I have my own thoughts about the Gaeton-Isabelle-Beast love triangle, but ultimately it’s none of my business. I can see the attraction of both men, but the way Isabelle handled the situation was shitty. Then again, I’m biased as hell. I have absolutely no business offering love life advice but … “World hasn’t ended yet, Gaeton. You obviously still love her. Do something about it.”

He raises his brows. On the surface, he still looks like the good old boy he mostly pretends to be, but now something dangerous lurks in his dark eyes. “Leave it alone, Tink. I’m not in the mood tonight.”

“You’re never in the mood.” I give his cock a squeeze. “But I’ll make you a deal: you stop trying to divine what the fuck is going on with me and Hook, and I’ll stop giving you relationship advice.”

He finally nods. “Point taken.” Gaeton jerks his chin. “Now get back to sucking my cock like a good little cum slut.”

I don’t need to be told twice.

I’m so busy following that order, I don’t hear Hook come back into the room until he gently touches my hip. He trails his fingers over my ass and down to my thighs. A slight pressure that is a silent command I’m only too happy to obey. I spread for him.

And then his cock is there, sliding into my pussy in a way that feels like coming home. I can’t explain it. I’m not sure I want to. Hook fucks me in a lazy rhythm, as if he has all the time in the world, as if he isn’t aware how close I am to coming. I can’t normally orgasm from penetration alone, but after a few times, that rule no longer applies.

He braces his hand against the small of my back, pressing me down a little and then, holy shit, he’s hitting my G-spot with each stroke. I don’t want it to end, but I can’t hold out any longer. I cry out around Gaeton’s cock as I come. Several rough strokes, then Hook pulls out and comes across my back.

He winds my hair around his fist and guides me off Gaeton’s cock. My body has gone boneless, pleasure making me drunk, and I’m only too happy to slump next to Gaeton’s hip while Hook takes Gaeton’s cock into his mouth. I lazily reach between them to cup Gaeton’s balls, playing them against my palm and drawing my finger along the sensitive flesh behind them.

It’s enough.

He orgasms with a muted roar and Hook drinks him down. It’s so hot, I can barely stand it. I impulsively kiss him as he comes up, and then I’m in his arms between them, his mouth on mine. And it’s perfect.

We stumble to the shower for the second time tonight, though there’s little sexual about this. It’s pure comfort. Glancing touches. All of us soaping each other up. Hook washing my hair again.

It hasn’t fixed anything. Not really. Tomorrow, real life will intrude. Gaeton will still be swimming in grief. I’ll still be terrified. Hook will still have a crisis on his hands. Somehow, none of that matters in this moment. We’ve carved out a little space to breathe. If it’s temporary, it’s no less valuable for it.

“Stay, Gaeton.”

Gaeton nods, his eyes already half-shut with sleep. “Yeah, I guess I will.”

Hook takes my hand and leads us back into the bedroom. There may only be a few hours left in this night, but we can rest here safely.

That’s what he’s offered us.

What he’s offered me.

Safety.

Chapter 24

Hook

It’s late by the time we change the sheets and collapse onto my bed. I’m not surprised Gaeton took me up on the offer to stay overnight, just like I’m not surprised that he wanted to be fucked until he couldn’t think straight instead of talking about it. My friend has some shit to work out, but ultimately it’s going to be up to him how he handles things. He hits the mattress on the other side of Tink and, within two minutes, his breathing evens out, and he’s snoring lightly.

She rolls to face me, though I can’t read her expression in the starlight from the windows overhead. “Thank you.”

“Don’t thank me. I got just as much out of it as you did.” I hesitate, but I’m tired and in danger of thinking too hard about tomorrow. In the end, it’s the simplest thing in the world to pull Tink to me and arrange her head on my chest. She doesn’t tense up like I half expect her to.

“Jameson …”

Here in the dark, it feels like we’ve finally turned a corner. I don’t know if it’s too late. I can’t afford to believe that, to let myself be fatalistic. Failure is not an option. Not with so much on the line. I gather her closer and rest my chin on her head, giving her time to get out whatever she’s been chewing on for the last few hours.