Chapter Seven
“Well, duh. She’s been dying most of her life. You are meant to be fixing her,” I tried to keep the sarcasm out of my voice, but failed. It was weird not having Arcadia there, in my head, chastising me for my harsh words, or trying to get me to soothe Eli’s obviously wounded heart.
“I can’t find her a heart. Oz insisted that she would hate getting one from the black market, and no matter who we bribe, we can’t get her to the top of the list. She has an uncommon blood type which is making it hard to match her. The cancer is responding too slowly to the chemo and it's going to come down to taking the risk on her whether her body can take it if we operate too early or with a make-up heart. A gamble. The life of my love rests on a gamble. Too soon and she dies. Too late and she dies. I just can’t.”
Dude was spiraling. I didn’t know what to do. WWAD? What would Arcadia do? I was probably going to hell for that one.
Whoops, too late.
“You will do it. You have to. I will help. Clary will help. The guys will help. You aren’t in this alone.” Ergh. Probably not quite as empathetic as I should be. “You need to go home. Take a break. Have a shower, because you smell like old feet. Then we’ll make a plan. I’ll stay here with her so she isn’t alone.”
I didn't want to tell him that I was feeling a little weird without her. We’d been two halves of a whole for so long. He nodded and left, and I moved his chair back towards the bed. I touched her head, now devoid of hair, and ran my thumb over her temple. I wanted to rely on modern medicine, on Eli’s medical knowledge and Tolliver’s money. I wanted to have faith. But I didn’t. I closed my eyes and laid my head on the edge of her bed.
“I’m sorry,” I mumbled against her shoulder. “This is all my fault. If it hadn’t been for me and my big mouth, my inability to follow any rules, you wouldn’t be in this position. Sure, you might have been a bank teller with a drinking problem, but your life and death would have been of your own making.”
I sighed and let my thoughts roll around and around in my head until I fell asleep. That was how Memphis found me. Sleeping alone for the first time in twenty years.
I woke up in heaven. Well, it was actually hell, but I was surrounded by the naked bodies of three extremely attractive fallen angels, and if that wasn’t heaven, what was?
We were in Luc’s bed, and the man himself was acting as my pillow. Somehow Gusion was asleep on my thigh, my other leg thrown over his ribs. He was literally five inches from giving me a very good morning.
Memphis was next to me, his hand on my hip. When I looked up into his face, I realized he was awake too.
“Hey,” I whispered, and it came out rougher, sexier, than I’d intended.
“Good morning, Acerezeal.” With his eyes hooded like that, his hair all tousled, he looked delicious.
“Did you bring me home?”
He nodded. I moved my head off of Luc’s and scooted closer to Memphis. I pressed myself closer to him, my chest against his. “Thank you.”
He shrugged, then kissed me. It was so unlike him that I was momentarily shocked. I mean, we’d had sex numerous times before, but I always initiated. Always made the first move. It made me wonder what had changed.
“I’ll always bring you home, Acerezeal.” His deep voice was fervent, and I pulled back a little to take in his face.
“What’s going on right now? Have you been body snatched or something?” Seriously, I was confused.
A small smile curved his lips.
Yep, it was official. He was possessed. I leaned back and jabbed Luc in the ribs.
“Wake up, there’s something wrong with Memphis.”
Luc opened one eye. He looked between us both and closed it again.
“He looks fine to me, my love. Call me if he starts bleeding from the ears.”
Memphis’s body began to shake as he held in a laugh. A fucking laugh.
“Seriously, Luc. He’s laughing now. And smiling. Gus wake up, there’s something wrong with Memphis.”
I jiggled my leg and Gus sat up. His abs flexed and light blonde hair pointed its way down to his morning wood. I almost swallowed my tongue, but then Memphis laughed out loud again and brought me back to my point.
I pointed at him. “See!”
Luc opened both eyes and stared at Memphis. Then he closed them again and sighed. “He’s just happy, Ace. Go back to sleep.”
My mouth swung open. “When is Memphis anything but dark and brooding? Have I missed something?”
Gus climbed up my body, bracketing me with his arms. He leaned down, his body pressing into mine, his nose pressed against my nose.
“Everything has changed, Ace. It’s a brave, new world. You’ll see.”
Then he kissed me, and I momentarily forgot about how strange they were all acting as I pulled his body close to mine, raising my hips to grind against the hardness of his cock.
“Wet already? We’ve only just started.” He made a mock disapproving sound as he headed down my body toward the V of my thighs. I looked at Luc and he was watching on with a hot look in his eyes.
As Gus buried his face between my thighs, Memphis leaned over me, catching my gasps with long, hot kisses. His hand reached up and ran along my ribs, moving over to cup my breast. He bent down and sucked my captured nipple into his mouth, and I bucked against the sensation of their mouths working in unison.
Gus’s tongue swirled and flicked, teasing my clit until I was soaking his face with my juices. Memphis moved on to my other breast, and I wrapped my fingers in his long dark hair to hold on for dear life.
I threw a desperate look at Luc as my orgasm built. “Please.”
He leaned over, kissing me then biting me firmly on my lower lip. “You’re going to come all over Gusion’s face, aren’t you my love?”
His words pushed me over the edge, and my body was helpless to resist fulfilling his words. I came on a banshee scream, but they weren’t done yet.
Luc reached out and dragged me onto his body, not giving me time to adjust before he was sliding his cock into me, filling me. I moaned his name as he held my hips, thrusting hard and shooting waves of pleasure all over my body as I rode him.
I looked over my shoulder as someone settled behind me. Gusion dipped his fingers in my wetness, than ran it up to circle my ass. He slid a finger inside and I let out a guttural moan of pleasure. He slid it in and out in time with Luc’s thrusts, stretching me until he could replace his finger with his cock. Luc stopped, his control absolute, as Gus slid in inch by inch, until I was completely filled by the two of them. Luc held me still, even after my arms collapsed, as they moved in synchronization. One in, one out. In, out, in, out until I lost all sense of reason and orgasms crashed into me one after another. I screamed their names, clenching hard until Gus let out his own guttural yell, coming on hot, hard thrusts.
He collapsed to the side as Luc continued to pound me, his movements getting uncoordinated as he got closer to his own ending. Finally, he slammed my hips down, burying himself deep inside me, growling my name over and over as he came.
I collapsed on his chest, breathing heavily. But there was no rest for the wicked. Memphis lifted me gently off of Luc chest, and placed me back on the bed.
I stared up into his heated dark eyes. “I’m not sure I can go again,” I whimpered pathetically.
He brushed my hair back from my sweat covered forehead. “I know you can.”
He kissed my mouth softly, then on both cheeks, down my neck and across my collar bones. He kissed every inch of me with soft reverence, like he was memorizing the sensation of my skin, cataloguing my responses.
I mewled when he reached my breasts, kissing and sucking them with tenderness. His hand traced over my hip, the curve of my stomach, dipped into my navel.
“Are you ready for me, Acerezeal?”
I nodded as he settled between my thighs, placing one of my legs over his shoulder. Then he slid home in one controlled, firm thrust. Then another.
That had always been Memphis’s way. Slow, deliberate, and thorough until you were a screaming mess and he was an instrument of pleasure. Each stroke hit my g-spot every single time, and I was clawing at his arms trying to keep myself anchored, so I didn’t shatter and blow away on the next orgasm.
“Memphis!” My yell echoed around Luc’s bed chamber as I came again, but still, Memphis wasn’t finished. He hooked my other leg over his shoulder, settling into me deeper and hitting spots that made my eyes roll back in my head and my moans turn in to feral noises. “Oh fuck, oh fuck, I’m going to come again,” I panted, and Memphis upped his pace.
“Come with me,” he growled, his movements getting faster and faster. My pussy clenched around him as I held back my orgasm, waiting for his word.
“Now,” he grunted and I let myself slip over the edge, wave after wave of pleasure kicking my ass.
I was wrung out.
Gus got me a drink of water and a washcloth, cleaning up the combined fluids running down my thighs. I raised my eyebrows in thanks and he blew me a kiss. I couldn’t do words right at the minute.
Silently, we all laid back down in bed, and dozed off into a satisfied sleep.
Something was different, I just didn’t know what.