Page 18 of Give Me Three

CHAPTER 12

Jaxon

Alight knock sounded on my bedroom door before it cracked open. Eros poked his head in, his blonde hair flopping into his eyes, and his lips turned down a little when he saw me sitting on the side of the bed. My hair was dripping onto my shoulders, and the water droplets were slowly running down my back and chest, the trickle cold against my skin.

“You okay?” he asked, stepping into the room and taking a seat on the side of the bed with me. He looked at the picture I was holding. “She someone important?”

I nodded, rubbing my thumb over the side of the frame. “She was my wife. I lost her to cancer.”

He wrapped his long fingers around my wrist, giving it a gentle squeeze. “I’m sorry,” he said softly. “I know sorry doesn’t change anything, but I’m sorry all the same. I don’t know if I could continue living without Zeppelin. It shows how strong you are that you continued on after losing her.”

I set her picture on the nightstand and drew in a deep breath, my shoulders coming up to damn near touch my ears before I exhaled, letting them drop again. “I had a son to take care of still,” I told Eros. “I couldn’t be that selfish.”

His other hand came up to cup my cheek, and he turned my head to face him. “I don’t think you understand quite how strong you are,” he said, making me frown. “Even with a kid to take care of, I don’t think I could’ve done what you did. You picked yourself up and made the best of what you still had. That takes real strength after losing someone you loved for so long.”

“She’s in my dreams,” I blurted before I could stop myself. Eros blinked at me before his brows furrowed. I turned my head, making him drop his hand, and scrubbed my palms down my face, then shoved them through my wet, tangled hair. I wiped my damp fingers on my towel. “She won’t leave me the fuck alone. I haven’t dreamed about her for three years, and since I met you two, she’s there. Haunting me.”

“Fuck, baby,” Zeppelin said. I looked up in surprise. He was standing in the doorway, his hair wet and one of my towels from the spare bathroom wrapped around his waist. His broad, tanned chest was bare aside from the tattoos littering his skin, and my breath caught in my throat. “Why didn’t you say something sooner?”

He stepped further into the room, coming to a stop in front of my knees. I swallowed thickly when he parted my thighs and stepped between them. Eros slid his palm over my flat stomach, and it quivered beneath his touch. Zeppelin slid his fingers in my soaked hair and tilted my head back. A breathy moan slipped from between my lips as Eros ran his lips along my throat.

“What’s your wife telling you?” Zeppelin asked me.

I licked my lips, which suddenly felt as dry as the Sahara Desert. “She wants me to move on. She’s quite adamant about it.”

“Thenstop fighting us,” he muttered before kissing me. His bare cock suddenly nudged my belly, and I gasped in surprise, my lips opening beneath his. He made a sexy, appreciative noise in the back of his throat and pushed me to lay back flat on the bed. I didn’t even try to fight it—just fell back for him. “You’re going to look so fucking good on my cock, baby,” he growled, nipping at my jaw, his hand sliding down to trail over my chest.

“I’m not bottoming,” I told him, my voice hoarse and filled with need.

A dark chuckle rumbled over my skin. “Oh, you will.”

I tried sitting up, but Zeppelin wrapped his hand around my throat, and then, he was kissing me again, his other hand flicking open my towel. And just like that, I submitted to him, sinking into the mattress. “Get the lube out of the car,” Zeppelin told Eros.

“Wait,” I managed, my breaths panting out of me. “There’s lube in my nightstand drawer.” A man had needs, after all.

“That’s hot,” Eros murmured, pressing a kiss to my shoulder. I heard the nightstand drawer slide open as Zeppelin worked his way down my body. I fuckingwhimperedwhen he licked a stripe up the underside of my cock before flicking the tip of his tongue over my cockhead. When he moaned, the sound vibrating along my length, my hips rose off the bed, my fingers twisting into the comforter beneath me.

Zeppelin dropped to the floor between my spread thighs. Eros took over my cock in his place, his lips wrapping around me,slowlyswallowing me deeper. He looked up at me from beneathhis lashes, and I groaned, my throat convulsing as I swallowed. “Fuck,” I hissed, one of my hands gripping the back of his head. “Just like—Christ,” I growled when Zeppelin suddenly shoved my thighs back and licked a stripe from my hole to my balls. My vision whited out for a moment, and then Zeppelin was rimming me, eating me out like a man starved.

Shit, I’d been missing out.

“Fuck, that feels good,” I groaned. Zeppelin and Eros doubled down on their efforts at the same time, and I swore I saw fucking stars.

“Don’t let him come yet,” Zeppelin suddenly said, pulling back. I whined before I could stop myself, and he smirked at me from between my legs before turning his head to press a kiss to my inner thigh. Eros popped off of me, his lips shiny with spit and his eyes a bit glassy. Unable to help myself, I gripped the front of his scrub shirt and tugged him to me, molding our mouths together. He groaned into the kiss, planting his arms on either side of my head.

I tensed when Zeppelin pressed a slick finger to my entrance. Eros cupped my cheek. “Relax,” he breathed. “It’s going to feel so fucking good. I promise. Zeppelin won’t hurt you. Just relax and bear down. It makes it easier.”

I drew in a deep breath and forced myself to relax. Zeppelin pressed a kiss to my knee. “Good boy,” he murmured. Andfuck, those two words should not have made my cock leak the way they did.

Eros kissed me again as Zeppelin slid a finger inside of me. I gripped Eros’s hips and pulled him on top of me so he was straddling my waist. My arms wrapped around him, squeezinghim to me as Zeppelin worked on stretching me open. Eros kissed me deeper, his tongue fucking into my mouth in a rhythmic motion that had me fucking myself on Zeppelin’s fingers at the same speed.

“You two are so fucking beautiful together,” Zeppelin murmured. He removed his fingers from me, leaving me feeling empty, but then, he was pressing his cockhead to my entrance. I tensed again, my breath stalling in my chest. Zeppelin ran his hands over my thighs as Eros kneeled above me, stripping out of his clothes. “Relax and let me in, baby.”

When Eros freed himself of his pants, my gaze caught on his thick, hard cock, and my mouth dried up. He was so beautiful and smooth and—Fuck.

Zeppelin took advantage of my distraction and pressed in. We both moaned as he breached that first tight ring of muscle. The breath punched from my lungs. Eros gripped my cock, looking at me with a question in his eyes. When I nodded my head, unable to speak, he began easing back on me.

“Shit. Shit. Shit,” I panted, my fingers gripping the comforter for dear life. Eros grabbed my hands and pressed them to the mattress beside my head, leaning over me. His green eyes met mine, and he smiled.

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