Chapter Four
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“Fuck. Me.”
Gabe hugged her face, meeting her gaze. “It might get a little messy tonight. Last night was intense, and here we are exposing the same vulnerabilities again tonight.”
“Messy sounds awesome. Messy sounds fantastic.”
“Sweetheart, I never again want you to look at me the way you did—”
“The more often you and Jonathon or you and Conor touch each other in front of me, the faster and easier I’m going to accept all of this. Seriously, the ménage worked with three before I ever showed up. Surely to God adding one skinny-ass girl cannot make that big a difference.”
“Oh, baby, if you only knew how drastically you change the dynamic.”
“I survived that first crazy Friday and came back for more—I’m kind of reckless like that. I’m going to keep coming back for more.”
Still kneeling before her, he lifted her forward to straddle his thighs, and she lowered herself over his erection, allowing him to fill her completely. She dropped her head back and closed her eyes, raising and lowering herself over his cock.
When she opened her eyes, she saw Gabe was kissing Conor, and the emotion that surged through her was nothing like the painful jealousy she still felt when she remembered Gabe kissing Jonathon.
Watching Gabe ardently kiss Conor was witnessing her two alphas accepting each other, and their kiss was the most erotic thing she’d ever seen, as they seemed to be trying to devour each other’s mouths.
She rocked on Gabe’s dick, watching her two men kiss.
Jonathon rubbed his hands over her breasts, singling out her nipples to squeeze and twist, before dropping one hand to her clit. He moved his fingers in a synchronized pattern, teasing both tit and clit. His body pressed against her back, riding her every move as she undulated and arched. She moaned as the wave crested.
Her mouth was suddenly claimed by lips in a deep kiss. She didn’t have to open her eyes to know it was Gabe, but her eyelids fluttered, allowing her to see Conor now kissing Jonathon.
She closed her eyes tighter and cried out again as the wave tossed her higher. Gabe caught the sound in his mouth.
She pulled away. “Too much!”
“Tell me what you need.”
When she opened her eyes, she met his gaze. “Let me lie down.”
Everyone rearranged so Alexandra could climb off Gabe’s lap. She knew he hadn’t come; his erection was still raging. She lay back and focused on breathing. Her men remained fixated on her.
Gabe climbed onto her, filling her quickly before her body could calm back down. He pushed her knees up and started thrusting powerfully, and the wave lifted her so fast and so high she cried out, almost screaming, and then she was screaming as he pounded orgasm after orgasm from her. She felt him moving faster and faster and met his gaze as he came. He released her knees and collapsed on her, breathing hard. He whispered, “Alexandra.”
She ran her hands over his back, but then he was rolling to the side and Jonathon was climbing onto her; he didn’t penetrate her. He covered her body with his and covered her mouth with his lips, kissing her as only he did, so gently and so thoroughly his lips alone caused her back to arch and her hips to rock. She pulled her mouth away and watched Gabe lift the glass of whiskey to take a long swallow as he watched Jonathon’s mouth traveled down her neck, kissing a path.
“Please, please, please.” Her hips bucked, raw need still consuming her. She met Conor’s gaze. “You know what I need.”
He slid a single finger inside her, and she moaned in frustration. “Conor!”
She thought she heard him chuckle, but then she was being filled—fingers inside her and his thumb pressing hard over her clit. She struggled, tossing and turning her head as he finger-fucked her, working her hard. She fought against too much sensation, but Jonathon’s weight suddenly made sense; he was the restraint.
She rode the vortex up…and fell, but it was a short, quick jerk, more annoyance than pleasure. “I can’t come any more.”
Gabe was there, holding her face, kissing her lips. He drizzled whiskey from his mouth to hers. “Relax.”
Conor slid his fingers from her, and she tried to pull away from Jonathon, but he became deadweight, and she knew she wasn’t going anywhere. She surrendered, but her hips continued to thrash. She was so needy. She was panting. “Please, please, please.”
She felt Conor’s finger sliding through her dampness. Yes, yes, yes. She jerked as coldness covered her heat, cold and wet, spread by Conor’s fingers.
“No, no, no.” She struggled again.
Gabe whispered, “It’s just lube.”
“I’m pretty wet already.”
“You did agree to a little messy,” Gabe reminded her.
“Next time clarify. I hate lube. It reminds me of going to a fucking gynecologist.”
Gabe promised, “We’ll try to make this experience better than going to a doctor.”
What are you three up to?
Suddenly she was being filled again. She felt like she couldn’t inhale as Conor slid his fingers back in. It was different. She looked into Gabe’s eyes, insisting, “Too much.”
“Shh. It’s just four fingers. He’s stretching you a little at a time. Conor’s going to fist you, but you have to relax. Don’t struggle. Understand? You’re small; his hand is large. Stay relaxed. I promise it will feel good. He’s very skilled at this.”
She frowned, not understanding, trying to remember how to breathe.
“That’s it.” Gabe nibbled her lips. “Relax.”
She closed her eyes, and Gabe released her face. She focused on the feeling.
Stretching.
She frowned, her brow furrowing. She reached out and felt Gabe still there beside her. He caught and held her hand.
“Xandra,” Conor commanded. “Look at me.”
She met Conor’s gaze over Jonathon’s back as the pressure between her legs grew more demanding. Her head thrashed against the pillow. “No, no, no. Please. I don’t think I want this.”
The pressure was immediately gone.
“Better?”
“No.” Unexpectedly she felt abandoned, even though she was in bed with three men. Alexandra met his gaze again, trying not to cry.
“Want to try to relax and trust me?”
“I’m too amped up. I don’t think I’m nearly drunk enough for this.”
“I don’t want you drunk. I want you to know what you’re feeling.” Conor held her gaze. “Take a deep breath and blow it out.”
She did as he asked.
“Do. You. Trust. Me?”
“Yes,” she whispered, believing she’d lost her mind. She’d seen the size of Conor’s fist. Her heart was suddenly racing. It wasn’t as big a deal when she hadn’t known what was going to happen. “Your hand won’t fit.”
“Trust. Me.” His fingers started to slide in, maybe only two fingers, along with more cold, wet. “This is okay, yes?”
I’m fine. This is fine. She nodded.
She watched Conor. He watched her vagina, which seemed…strange, a little embarrassing. She felt his fingers leave, and when they reentered, she felt only slightly more filled. She closed her eyes. Three fingers was good; three fingers were magical, touching all the right places. He slid them almost all the way out. “Still doing okay?”
She nodded, moaning as she felt four fingers going in.
“Look at me, love.” She opened her eyes, meeting Conor’s gaze and feeling his fingers slide deeper into her. She was being stretched again, and she held on to his gaze like a lifeline.
Jonathon was still on top of her, but he was just weight. His head rested on her shoulder. Was everyone else as afraid to breathe as she was?
Conor slid almost all the way out.
“Talk to me. Is four better than before?” Conor asked.
“Yes.”
“Do you like what I’m doing now? Does this feel good?”
She could barely focus with his fingers inside her, the sensation incredibly amazing. She nodded, and as soon as she did, the heavy pressure started filling her again, but it was different. There was pleasure mingling with the pain. She exhaled and arched her back, lifting her hips.
“That’s it; take me inside you.”
Her eyes started to close. She was panting―aching need and desperation made her braver―and she could feel the sheets growing wet beneath her ass. She felt so filled. She couldn’t take much more. Her eyes flew open, and she started to panic as the stretch began to burn. “Conor!”
“Done. My fist is inside you.”
Her eyelids fluttered and she focused on breathing as she felt her vagina contracting around his fist, a pulse that mirrored her heartbeat. She breathed, inhaling the sense of fullness.
She squeezed her vaginal muscles, and he moaned. She smiled, liking that she could affect him with just a small thing.
“Open your eyes. Don’t hide from me. Stay focused on my eyes as I move my hand inside you.”
She obeyed Conor as Gabe stepped into her periphery. He was touching Jonathon, rubbing his back, kissing his shoulder. He was whispering to him, and she couldn’t make out the words.
Conor’s gaze on her was so intense it was mesmerizing. She felt he might actually be seeing inside her, and that part was terrifying, because only Gabe had ever really seen her before. Gabe accepted it, all of it, the good, the bad, the ugly. No one else had ever been able to handle the ugly parts. Quickly she became afraid, panting, feeling trapped.
Her hips moved, bucking. “Stop, stop, stop.”
“I’m not doing anything. Try to not move so much. Tell me what you’re feeling.”
“Fear. Trapped.”
Conor moved closer, leaning around Jonathon. “Don’t fear me, mo chroí.”
He held her gaze as his fist pushed, then pulled, but not pulling out. He did it again and again, his motions small but all-consuming. Each push and pull was slow, smooth, and deliberate.
She tried to stay relaxed, but a wave was lifting her. She cried out. Her hips had to move.
“That’s it, baby; give me your need. Come for me.”
Jonathon’s breathing became labored and then changed to moans, making it obvious his ass was being finger-fucked.
“Please let me kiss you,” Jonathon begged, and she met his mouth with hers, grabbing his head and holding him to her, even when he would have pulled away.
He cried out, the sound filling her mouth, and his orgasm pushed her over the edge. Unintelligible words spewed from her mouth as she screamed, her body bucking, the orgasm wrecking her. Her vaginal walls were contracting around Conor’s fist, and the sensation was the most amazing thing she’d ever felt. Then the sensation of being filled abruptly stopped, and she felt completely emptied. “No, no, no, no, no!”
Jonathon was being pulled off her and tossed to the side of the bed, but Conor was there to cover her, filling her mouth with his fingers, coated with her cream. Her mind couldn’t process what she was feeling, but the overwhelming fear had fled.
“Look at me,” he commanded, sliding his fingers in and out of her mouth.
She sucked his fingers, tasting herself, and met his gaze as he entered her. He lifted her legs onto his shoulders and then thrust slowly and gently, allowing the waves inside her to ebb and flow with his rhythm. She felt strange. Stoned.
He slowed everything back down. “Thank you for trusting me. You are so precious to me. I would never hurt you.”
She floated on euphoria as he moved so slowly over her. She held his palm to her mouth, kissing his hand. She could still smell and taste herself on his fingers.
Beside her, Gabe was stretching out on the side of the bed not taken by Jonathon. He whispered, “Do you know how beautiful you are when you come for us?”
She shook her head, making a needy sound in her throat as her mouth opened and closed, another wave building inside her. “Feels good.”
Gabe stroked her throat, his thumb wrapped opposite of his fingers, and she wondered if he was considering squeezing, closing off her air.
She turned her head to face Gabe. “Not yet.”
“When?”
She bucked slowly against Conor and reached for Gabe. She pulled him to her to kiss his mouth. She whispered, “Later.”
Gabe shook his head and smiled, mouthing, Sooner, as Conor leaned closer and turned her head to face toward him. “I want to see you while I fuck you.”
She was instantly pulled into the deep desire she found in Conor’s eyes. He kissed her, filling her mouth with his tongue. When he pulled his mouth from hers, he whispered against her face, “I want to come in you so bad.”
She smiled. “So come in me.”
He smiled wickedly. “It’s always ladies first.”
She chuckled softly. “Sorry, all out of orgasms.”
He arched his brow, saying, “Really?” like she’d challenged him.
He fucked her harder and faster, holding her gaze. She gasped, need building just that fast. She felt Gabe squeezing her throat as she started panting. “No―”
Her breath caught as his hand tightened more. She struggled to breathe, but no air filled her lungs as she came hard, her lower body jerking and she fought to hold on to Conor’s gaze. A storm seemed to engulf his eyes. He thrust forcefully.
The vision of him swam behind her eyes as he came, growling and cursing.
Her head rolled to the side, and her eyes drifted closed as air filled her lungs. She was conscious, but it was tenuous at best. She felt as if she were floating on a cloud high in the sky.
“Come back to us, Xandra.” Conor patted her cheeks. “Come on, mo chroí, look at me.”
My heart. Her eyelids fluttered.
“There she is; there’s my girl.” Conor lowered his face, kissing her eyelids. “Open your eyes.”
She tried, but her eyelids felt so heavy. She lifted her hand, the motion hard, as if her arm weighed too much. She rubbed her fingers through his short hair and whispered, “I love you.”
He hugged her close. “I cherish you, sweetheart. Thank you for trusting me. I’d never do anything to hurt you. You understand that, right?”
She nodded, and he kissed her cheek. She turned her face and found his lips. They kissed each other, and it seemed so gentle. “Did you roofie me?”
“Endorphins, sweetheart. Enjoy the rush. I’m afraid you might be tender for a few days, but hopefully it will have been worth it.”
“Worth it,” she whispered, closing her eyes. She was so exhausted. It barely registered in her mind that he rolled off her, or that the V between her legs was immediately filled by Jonathon. Conor wrapped his arm around her and pulled himself as close to her as he could get. On her other side, Gabe did the same. She felt Jonathon curl into her, resting his head on her thigh.
She whispered, “Thank you,” and fell asleep.
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The sun was just coming up when the alarm went off. Gabe was already awake, stretching out his sore muscles, his body reminding him he wasn’t twentysomething anymore. He worried Alexandra would be even worse for wear. She’d really exerted herself during the field games, and then he, Conor, and Jonathon had shown her no mercy during their bed sport. He watched her push the sleep mask up, and he could tell by the grimace crossing her face she could have cried.
“Still tired?” he asked.
“Fucking sore. Everywhere,” she admitted. “I just need to stand under a steamy shower for a while, and no, you cannot join me. It always ends in shower sex, and I’m going to tell you right now, I may never want sex again.”
“Never?” he teased.
She dragged herself out of bed. “My God, I’m fucking out of shape.”
“No.” He frowned. “Your doctor was fairly insistent, and I asked you not to play, so tell me again how you ended up on the field?”
She shrugged, looking away, looking guilty.
“What were you thinking? Your brothers are murderous on the soccer field, and you play every bit as hard as them. You always have. You don’t back down, and you grant no quarter. Did you consider for a single moment what I would do without you if you died on that soccer field?”
She looked at him and reminded him, “You were glad I was on your side for that two out of three.”
“Damn straight, because you’re close to being the best player on the field, but it wasn’t worth the risk, and you need to be held accountable for bad behavior.”
Alexandra frowned, and he could tell she didn’t like the direction the conversation was heading. He wondered with amusement what her reaction would be if he suddenly turned her over his knee to spank her, but then she closed the distance between them and wrapped her arms around his neck. “I’m sorry. I felt fine, and your team was losing. I promise I’ll be more careful in the future.”
“You need to be soundly spanked.”
“Oh God, please wait until my body doesn’t hurt so badly.”
Gabe hugged her and buried his face against her neck. “No more chances, Xandra. Promise me that from now on, you will take your medical issues more seriously and respect your doctor’s advice?”
“I promise. Maybe. Sometimes we don’t see eye to eye.”
He squeezed her tighter. “I liked it more when it was just a straight promise.”
She shrugged.
“Xandra, Xandra, Xandra-doo, what you do to my heart.” He met her gaze. “You won’t like me as the enforcer. Try to respect your doctor’s advice? For both our sakes?”
She nodded and pressed her lips to his.
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When they finally sat across from each other at the apartment’s small kitchen table, with cups of coffee in hand, it was determined the most valuable item in the apartment was the ibuprofen. Her hair was damp from her shower, and she was wearing her black kimono robe.
Gabe wanted nothing more than to pull the robe off her. He pushed the robe to reveal her skin and rubbed her shoulders.
“Don’t even think about it. All of my portals are temporarily closed for repair.”
He burst out laughing, noticing she was staring at her laptop screen as she nibbled on a piece of toast with jelly. Her brow was furrowed, and she was furiously making notes.
He couldn’t recall a time he’d ever seen her take actual notes. “Anything wrong?”
“My schedule just went to shitsville.” She met his questioning gaze. “A summons from the president.”
“A ‘summons,’ is it? Sounds serious.”
She took a deep breath and exhaled. “I’m not sure how serious. It appears we have to clarify some important points before he announces my new appointment as his science advisor. Maybe he’s decided against appointing a controversial public figure”
“I’m sure he was fully briefed on the trouble he is inviting by bringing you on long before he offered you the job.”
Alexandra nodded. “Well, I’ve made it very clear we are a package deal.”
“We four, not us?” he asked, curious.
“Not us,” she repeated. “I told him that you and I are engaged, and I preferred the protection of the three of you, but if that posed too big a media nightmare, he could feel free to use someone else as his advisor, and my feelings wouldn’t be hurt. It would be a relief if there was someone who unexpectedly proved capable enough to replace me. So who knows what this emergency meeting will cover. I’m just trying to get my ducks in a row before we leave for Washington.”
Gabe nodded, understanding and accepting we four was who they were now, and if there was any doubt he’d made this bed, all he had to do was remind himself he’d encouraged her to open Pandora’s box, for better or worse.
“We need to set a wedding date,” he announced, wondering where the fuck that had come from.
She laughed under her breath. “Let me add that to the NEED TO DO ASAP list.”
“Need To Do list versus…?” he asked.
“Versus fluctuates between TO DO TODAY, the WANT TO DO, and now the NEED TO DO ASAP.”
He walked around the table to read over her shoulder, seeing that visiting Mamó in Ireland had made the WANT TO DO list, and smiled softly seeing the top item on TO DO TODAY list was visiting their land to check progress on the house they were building. “When do we leave for Washington, DC?”
“Tonight. The jet departs at six p.m. Can you tell Jonathon and Conor to wear black, all black—shirt, suit, ties, shoes, and shades? If we’re making an impression in the big city, I want it to be Don’t fuck with us, and We play by our own rules.”
“Are you certain that’s the impression you want to leave the president with?”
“Definitely,” she answered. “We need to get moving if we are going to make seven a.m. Mass. Do you know if Conor and Jonathon are coming, since you sent them away in the middle of the night?”
A crash sounded from below, and Alexandra started, spilling her coffee. “Fuck!”
“Let’s go ask them; sounds like they’re awake.”
“Awake? They didn’t leave?”
He shrugged and led the way downstairs.
“I don’t see them. Are you sure?”
Another crash came from even farther below. Gabe smiled when she pressed closer, and he felt her tremble. He turned his head and stole a kiss. “You’re safe here.”
They passed through the kitchen, which was already a flurry of activity.
Gabe opened the door to the basement and led her down to a room obviously used as an overflow pantry, with rows of shelving, walk-in refrigerators, and freezers, but was also a pass-through to a large workout room with weights and machines, the source of the noise they’d heard upstairs. Jonathon and Conor were each covered with a shiny layer of sweat. “That’s what you heard.”
He watched her survey the space and wondered what she was thinking. He knew the elaborate raised boxing ring was impressive.
“This is where we burn off steam.”
He turned to face her and saw she wasn’t looking at Jonathon, Conor, or any of the equipment. Her eyes were trained on the open door at the back of the room. The playroom door was left open. Oh that’s not good. He sidestepped, putting himself between her and the exposed doorway. “We need to get dressed so we’re not late.”
“Uh-uh, step aside.”
He stepped aside, rubbing the back of his head, wondering how badly this was going to go. She took only a few steps forward before her eyes widened, and she gasped.
“Fuck.” She started to back away, and when Gabe slid his arm around her, she eluded him and kept backing up. She shook her head. “No.”
As she hurried from the room, Gabe looked at Jonathon and Conor. “Why is the playroom door open?”
Jonathon grimaced. “My fault. I was cleaning when I couldn’t go back to sleep. I must have forgotten to shut it.”
Conor wore a distressed expression. “I told you to put all your cards on the table, man. She was bound to see it eventually.”
“It was too soon,” Gabe replied.
Conor snorted and walked over to join him. “Yeah, and now it’s too fucking late. How much did she see from that angle?”
“You mean besides the bloodred walls, St. Andrew’s cross, iron cage, and assortment of instruments of torture?”
“So enough to terrify her?” Jonathon guessed. “Maybe she’ll just keep running and screaming.”
“Alexandra doesn’t scare,” Gabe and Conor replied at the same time, each giving the other a disgusted glance. Conor patted his back. “She’s your fiancée, mate. Fix this.”
Gabe exhaled and shook his head. “Yeah. That may be easier said than done this time. You two going to be able to shower and dress for Mass in time?”
“Jesus.” Conor rolled his eyes. “Again?”
“Plan on every Sunday for the next eighteen years.” Gabe chuckled. “She promised the priest she’d raise Rowan in the church. That’s the only reason he’s turning his head and ignoring the rumors of our relationships.”
Conor narrowed his gaze. “All it took was a promise?”
Gabe smirked. “I may have pledged a huge donation in contrition.”