Page 50 of Mayhem
“I’ve chosen a name,” Erin spoke, breaking the silence.
Paetyn knew that she was talking about her tattoo parlor. “What did you choose, Angel?”
She slid off of the seat, stood, and turned to look at them. “Ashes to Ink with a Phoenix on the sign.”
That wasn’t among the names she’d told them about on the car ride. Paetyn assumed she’d been mulling it over, waiting to tell them, or recently came up with it.
“Why that name, Maly?”
“Well, in Greek mythology, the Phoenix is reborn by rising from the ashes of its previous self. A tattoo is like that for some people. It’s them being reborn through a piece that means something to them. It’s them rising from the ashes of their past.”
Paetyn found himself smiling at her. He liked the name, and the sentiment behind it showed how much she put into her craft and what it meant to her to allow people to express themselves through the pieces they chose.
“Where did this inspiration strike from?” Paetyn inquired, and Erin pointed up to a cluster of stars.
“It looks like a bird, doesn’t it?” she asked when they both looked up.
“It does,” Cruz responded. “I think we should celebrate you choosing the perfect name.”
Erin gave them both one of those alluring smiles that Paetyn was starting to realize wasn’t always on purpose. “Celebrating sounds nice.”
They got out of the hot spring several minutes later. Cruz and Paetyn cleaned up the leftover food and threw the trash away while Erin dressed. When they finished, they entered the men’s room and dried off.
When dressed, they returned to the car, placing the basket and bag on the backseat floorboard before driving off. Paetyn knew they had a long celebration ahead.
Erin sat at the end of the bed, Paetyn and Cruz standing before her. They made it back to the house a few minutes ago, and a part of Erin thought that they would undress her as soon as they arrived. Strip her naked and have their way with her. She shouldn’t be surprised that the opposite was happening.
She’d learned that Paetyn had more patience than she thought any person should be able to possess, and while Cruz was always forward and outspoken about what he wanted, he always ensured she was comfortable with it. They both did. These were things she’d picked up on before they began dating that she was now seeing the full extent of.
“Angel, we don’t want you to be uncomfortable with anything that’s about to happen. If you don’t like something, tell us immediately.”
“But we also know how…difficult it can be to express yourself when you do like something in the throes of passion,” Cruz stated. “We want you to remember some words for us.”
“Like a safe word? Something like green, yellow, red?” Erin questioned.
“Yes, but we prefer to use temperatures,” Paetyn told her. “Cold, Luke-warm, warm, hot, boiling.”
“Cold means you don’t like it; it’s uncomfortable. Luke-warm tells us that you like it but want more or need something else with it,” Cruz informed, and Erin nodded. She could remember that, and from what he’d told her, she could guess what the other temperatures meant, but she knew she wouldn’t have to; they would tell her.
“Warm means you like what’s happening the way it is. Hot means you’re overwhelmed and need us to slow down and give you a break, and boiling means it’s too much, and you need us to stop immediately,” Paetyn explained.
“Okay, I got it,” Erin told them.
“Repeat it back to us,” Paetyn instructed.
Erin repeated the temperatures and what they meant back to them, and they nodded, approaching her. Paetyn pulled her up from the bed, and she found herself sandwiched between the two men. It wasn’t the first time she’d been in this position.However, Erin knew where things were going this time, and anticipation and excitement surged through her.
Erin’s chest rose and fell slowly as she took in her situation. She had never been one to be overwhelmed and at a loss for words easily. Yet she didn’t think she could form words if she tried. She was hyper-focused on the smell of their cologne as the two mixed and danced around her. Erin wasn’t bothered that words were escaping her at the moment. She knew what she wanted and was sure her men also did.
Pure want and desire were coursing within her body. Hell, it wasn’t every day that she got placed in a position like this, given the ability to be pleasured by two irresistible men that she got to call hers. Erin was glad she hadn’t overthought it and passed on being with them because now she could indulge in this as often as she wanted.
Looking up into emerald, green eyes, Erin could feel herself getting wet. Those eyes were full of desire and promise. His hands came up, and he cupped her breast. Slowly kneading them, never taking his eyes from hers, and she didn’t want him to.
A hand snaking across her stomach and into her shorts had her jumping slightly. She’d been so transfixed by Paetyn’s eyes that she hadn’t noticed they’d been undone. The hand slid into her panties, and a single finger brushing over her clit had her throwing her head back. Leaning backward into Cruz while looking up into his steely gray eyes. He spread her folds with his index and ring finger before dipping his middle finger into her dripping pussy.
“We’re going to get you drenching wet,” Cruz told her in that deep voice of his that she was sure would have any woman creaming in her panties as he began to suck on her neck.
A hand left her breast and gripped her chin softly but firmly.
