Unexpected (The Protectors 10)
“I love you, Jonathan.”
“Love you too,” I choked out. It wasn’t the most graceful of declarations, but it was the best I could do. “Both of you,” I added when I looked up at Everett.
Gage kissed me as he reached his hand between our bodies and guided his cock to my opening. The pain was sharp as he began to stretch me open, but it was Everett who reminded me to breathe out when Gage’s crown began to push past the first ring of muscles. The pain eased and turned into a burn that was a mix somewhere between pleasure and pain. Gage and Everett whispered soft words of encouragement to me as Gage took his time working himself into me. He’d done a thorough job of prepping me, so it didn’t take long. When he bottomed out inside of me, I wrapped my hands around his upper arms, which were braced alongside my body and Everett’s. Sweat dripped from his forehead onto my skin. It was a reminder of how long he’d been holding back for. I was suddenly eager to give him back what he’d given to me so selflessly.
“Make love to me, Gage,” I urged.
“You’re okay?” he asked, his brow furrowed with worry.
“I’ve never been better in my entire fucking life,” I said.
And it was the absolute truth.
Gage smiled, then kissed me. He began rocking into me as Everett trailed his hand up and down my chest. Both men alternated kissing me, and by the time Gage began slinging in and out of me at a rapid pace, my body was back to where it’d been before the words of love had thrown me off-balance. I clutched Gage to me with one hand on his sweaty back and wrapped my other around Everett’s thigh, which was pressed up against my hip. The bed began to creak with the force of Gage’s thrusts and my inner muscles burned as the friction built and built. My balls felt like they were going to explode and I was on the verge of begging for relief when Gage suddenly changed the angle of his hips. The move had him hitting my prostate with every pass. I shouted and drew my legs up and around him to try to keep him inside of me – anything to make him keep hitting that spot. Gage let out a vicious curse and dropped his entire weight onto me as he began frantically pumping into me.
“Jonathan,” he called, though he didn’t say anything else. I moved my hand up to cup the back of his head, which was pressed to my chest. He was clinging to me like I was his lifeline and in that moment, I had this weird sense of clarity. Maybe that’s what Everett and I were to him. Maybe having moments like these were what made it possible for someone like Gage to be so strong. Maybe being allowed to be vulnerable and open with us meant he could be strong for someone else.
I held onto him, even as my orgasm threatened to steal away my lucidity. I managed to kiss the top of his head as he pumped into me over and over. For his part, Everett was holding onto both of us. He had one arm beneath my back and curled around my shoulder. The other hand was pressed between Gage’s shoulder blades. I closed my free hand around Everett’s cock and began stroking him, pacing each pass along his hard flesh to match Gage’s thrusts. Everett called my name, my first name, and then he came in my hand. The feel of his hot cum sliding down my hand and Gage’s repeated nailing of my prostate sent me flying over the edge. My body clamped down on Gage’s cock as I came, and I felt and heard his shout against my chest as he climaxed inside of me. The three of us hung there in this weird kind of suspended animation as our bodies took what they needed from one another.
I could barely breathe as one aftershock after another rocketed through my body. Gage’s weight was heavy as his big body pinned mine to the bed, but I was glad for it because it helped keep the natural high from stealing me completely away from my men.
And that’s what they were now.
Mine.
I didn’t even realize that this time I had said the word aloud until both men agreed with me, then took turns kissing me and each other before declaring me theirs.
And all I could think as sleep began to claim me was, Thank fucking God.
Chapter 24
Gage
“Guten Tag, Vater. Es ist ein schöner Tag, nicht wahr?”
“Ja,” I announced as I took in the sight of my daughter. It was always bittersweet to see so much of Grace in her. At the moment, though, she was definitely channeling the Fortier side of the family, because she was covered in dirt and had the basket we used to collect the chicken eggs slung over her arm. She was standing next to Reese, who was sitting at the kitchen table, a bowl of green beans in front of him. As she tried to dart past me, I grabbed her arm and tugged her back to me, then wrapped myself around her and gave her a good squeeze.