CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE

MAV

Sometimes when our girls look at me like that, I feel like a fucking god. I mean, I'm not a good guy, in fact, I'm often kind of an asshole, and when it comes to what I want, I'm prone to taking it, rather than asking first. I'm not always comfortable with the feelings and the love stuff, even though I know I love our girls, and even the two guys we're all in this weird family with.

Seeing us murdering her former friend, or whatever the hell she thinks of him as, well… it's a first for Lucy. Stella watched us torture the bastards who hurt Sebastian as a teen, but Lucy stayed away. I'm proud of her for knowing her limitations, but this time she didn't even have that option.

Bumping into that fucker like that was meant to be, because I've always intended to seek him out somehow, and make him pay for hurting Lucy, and that was even before I knew everything about what happened. Knowing that Lucy downplayed what he did, makes me wonder what else she downplays, or justifies, and why she does it. If someone hurts our family, they pay, generally by dying. Knowing he didn't just reject her, but deliberately hurt her by making her watch him with someone else, makes me so fucking angry that I wish we didn't kill him so quickly. It also makes me wonder if I can find the bitch he cheated with, because she clearly needs to pay too.

"Mav, what did I do to deserve you?" Lucy's bottom lip trembles as she gazes at me like I'm a fucking hero, and I know the truth is that she never deserved anything we did to her. I also know she's fragile right now and needs to be reminded of her value. Listen to me being so fucking well-adjusted and knowledgeable. I don't have a fucking clue how to do this stuff, so I'm just winging it.

"You never deserved what we assholes did to you, baby, but you had to suffer it anyway. I'm so glad you stuck around for us to show you that we're not all bad though. What you deserve is to be treated like the beautiful, sweet woman you are, but honestly? You'll still get fucked like a whore, because that's what you like, isn't it? You know rough sex and free use is our love language, and-"

"Mav?" Thank fuck she stopped me, because I'm not good at saying the right stuff in these moments.

"Yeah?"

"I love you too."

"Are you guys ever coming out of there? Stella's practically fucking bouncing around out here, because she wants to see everything and she wants to do it now, apparently," Gage calls through the door, rather than barging in, which seems like personal growth for the guy with no boundaries at all.

Lucy takes a breath. "We should go with them now. Thanks for staying with me, Mav, but I'm sorry you missed out on balcony sex." Me too, but I wouldn't have left her alone to deal with what she watched us do. I guess Gage isn't the only one growing, right?

"You can make it up to me later, baby. Hey, you can still do anal while pregnant, right?"

"Ugh. You can be such a pig at times!" She's giggling as she gets up and heads to the bathroom to freshen up, so not only do I not think she's mad at me, but also I'm definitely fucking that sweet little ass on the balcony later, because it's important to have goals in life, and even more important to achieve them.

GAGE

Having gone on so much about how I hate Paris, and France in general, I can't really let on that I'm enjoying our sightseeing trip, but I kinda am. It's not really about where we are, or what sights we're seeing, but more about the girls and how you can see every fucking emotion on their faces. Even Sebastian, when he thinks I'm not watching, is just gazing around him like he's a kid at Christmas, and hell, I don't know exactly how many experiences he's had like this, but I realize he's about to get more of them. When exactly did I turn into a pussy, because this isn't me, or at least it wasn't until I met these three. Mav's like me, and I can see how he surprises himself sometimes too.

We stop for lunch at a restaurant that seems pretentious as hell, but has amazing food, and again, our three ‘pets' look like they've been given some amazing gift, but I have to admit I'm enjoying it too, even if I make sure to grumble now and then. That way, Stella can make it up to me later, for enduring sightseeing just for her. I'm evolving, but I'm still an asshole, see.

"All I'm saying is that the Eiffel Tower is a must see, that's all," Stella's saying to us, while sipping some crazy expensive wine, while Lucy glares at her glass of water. It must suck to not be able to drink now, but on the upside, she's growing our fucking baby.

"Stop pouting, Lucy, I'll give you something better tasting in a bit," I say, winking at her, and grinning when she groans.

"It's a tourist trap though, that's all. Why don't we go to a museum or something."

"Uh, that'd also be a tourist trap, Pretty Boy. I say we take the girls up the damn tower."

I'm with Mav on this one, because I'm partial to an ‘Eiffel Tower' myself, and that thought makes me grin. Why does everything make me think of sex? Who cares?

Seems like the decision is made, and even though we're all a little tired from traveling, I feel like going there next is the best move, so then we can head back to the hotel and fuck our brains out for the rest of the evening. What could be a better end to our day than that?

STELLA

This time we took a car service to the Eiffel Tower, so nobody had to drive. Mav wanted Lucy on his lap, and of course that couldn't happen if she was driving. As we sit in the backseat with Sebastian kissing the left side of my neck, and Gage kissing my right, the driver watches me with wide eyes. I giggle as I try to tell them to stop, but Gage barks at our peeping tom, "Eyes on the road, fucker."

He must take him seriously, because he turns his eyes back to the traffic in front of him with a muttered response, ‘désolé', which I've learned means ‘sorry'.

I gasp loudly when I notice that we're here. The Eiffel Tower is, of course, so massive that you can't see all of it through the window of the vehicle.

We all pile out of the car and walk through the crowd of onlookers. I stop and stare, tilting my head back and my gaze travels the huge monument from bottom to top. Gage comes up behind me, grabs my breast and kisses my neck softly. "It's beautiful, but not as beautiful as you, baby."

Then a woman walks around to us and huffs, "It's a family place, not a make-a-family place."

Gage moves his hand off my breast as he groans. "Fucking Americans."

I turn to him and raise an eyebrow in question. "I thought it was the French you hated. You hate us Americans now too?"

He smirks at me. "Don't you know by now, Stel, I hate everyone outside of our family."

I giggle as I grab his and Sebastian's hands and pull them closer to the structure. "I want to touch it."

Gage says, "Do you want to take the stairs or ride the elevator to the top."

Everything stops as I hear Lucy gasp behind me, and I turn to him with a terrified expression. "Umm neither."

All three guys look at me like I have two heads. "What?" Gage asks as he scratches his head in confusion. "You wanted to come here, and you don't want to go up?"

I shake my head. "I wanted to see it. I don't do heights and neither does Lucy."

Mav glances at her. "You'll go if I hold your hand, won't you, baby?"

"No," she responds with no room for negotiation.

Sebastian grabs my hand. "It's stunning up there. Don't you want to see it with your own eyes?"

"Not even a little bit."

Gage shrugs. "Sebastian and I will go up and take pictures for you."

He turns to Mav. "You stay here and watch our women."

I'm tempted to inform him that we aren't children, and don't need a damn babysitter, but honestly, it's not even worth the fight. They rarely let us out of their sight, and I guess, to some degree, I've gotten used to it.

Then he turns back to me. "Please tell me you aren't afraid of boats."

I can't help the giggle that bubbles out of me. "Nope. Heights, spiders, and snakes."

Lucy squeals from the mere mention of spiders and starts brushing at her arms like they're crawling on her. "I hate spiders."

Gage grabs Sebastian's hand. "Come on, Pretty Boy, unless you're afraid of heights too."

Apparently, he's not, because they walk off together looking like the ending to a beautiful movie. I watch them as I think about how far their relationship has come. I think I heard Sebastian say, ‘I'm not gay,' a thousand times in the first few months after they took us. I know he still questions his sexuality, but he doesn't try to hide who he is either. I don't know if he'll end up being like Gage and not need any labels, or if he'll decide he's bi-sexual. Either way it won't matter for us. They have a fierce love that, regardless of what anybody else thinks, is beautiful. Love is love. And while Gage's love may have started out a little scary, it's evolved into something sort of perfect for them and us.

SEBASTIAN

The Eiffel Tower is definitely one of those things that adds a touch of romance to an already romantic city, like Paris. I've never been anywhere like this, and walking to the iconic landmark, hand in hand with Gage, is something that would have had me freaking out back when we first met.

Gage has always told us things like ‘if it feels good, do it', and ‘no labels, just love', and it still took me a while to find comfort in them, but now I'm so fucking in love with him, that I just don't care who sees it anymore.

While we're fit healthy guys, we opt for the pricier elevator tickets, because why the fuck would we waste valuable energy walking up six hundred fucking stairs? That energy will be better used when we get back to the hotel, and everyone gets naked. That isn't even Gage's opinion, that's mine. Something about Lucy being pregnant has me so fired up that I'm hornier than normal, and for a highly sexed guy like me, that's a lot.

We wait for our turn in the elevator, staring up at the insanely high structure. Frankly, it's a lot more industrial looking than I expected, and a little unnerving, but I'll die before admitting that out loud.

"Any chance you wanna jerk each other off while we wait?" Gage whispers to me, his lips tickling my ear and sending a shiver right down my spine. Fuck yeah, I want that, but I have a feeling this isn't the place, and we're likely to get thrown out before we get to see the top.

"Gage, I don't really want to be arrested by the French police, so can you keep it in your pants until we're away from here?"

"You don't want my cock?" he asks in a dangerously low voice, the threat filling the air between us. Jesus, now I want him even more.

"We promised the girls we'd go up there and get photos, Gage. Do you really want to let them down?"

He curses, rubbing his hand down my spine to rest just above my ass. "What if we steal some pics from Google , and go fuck instead?"

That idea appeals to me so fucking much, that I turn to press my lips against his, about to agree, even though I hate the idea of cheating the girls, but that's when I see the faint sheen of sweat on Gage's brow. What's going on with him?

The queue ahead of us moves again, and the attendant tells us in strongly accented English, that we're in the next group, and Gage's breath rushes out of him, as he turns to stare back the way we came. Fuck me. I've just realised what the problem is. Gage is fucking afraid of heights too. It is, after all, an incredibly common phobia, but why the hell didn't he just say something? We came here for the girls who, it turns out, don't have the ability to go up, so why not just say we'll take pics from down here, then go back to the hotel?

"Gage?"

He groans, turning to wrap his fingers around my throat in a light, but fairly threatening grip.

"Don't say it, Pretty Boy, just don't fucking say it."

I glance around us, noticing the tall hedges to the side of the tower, and take a breath, because we'll both know I'm doing this for him, but is that really so shameful?

"I have a better idea, Gage."

His eyes narrow on me, and he tenses, like he thinks I'm going to be an asshole.

"You've never blown me at the Eiffel Tower before, Gage. Don't you think you should remedy that situation?"

His tongue flicks out, dragging over that piercing of his. "You want to fuck my throat, baby? Instead of going up there, and using these damn tickets we bought?" So I could be a complete dick and insist we go up there, but now I really want that blow job even more, so I snatch the tickets from his hand and start walking. As we pass a young couple approaching the tower, I thrust the tickets at them, and tell them to enjoy, because now he can't say we wasted them either.

We reach the spot between the base of the tower and some thick bushes, and I point to the concrete in front of me. "Time to get on your knees, Gage. Be my fucking good boy."

GAGE

It shouldn't be so fucking sexy, but when Sebastian says things like that to me, throwing my own words back at me, it makes me want to fuck him so hard, he screams my name, but that doesn't mean I'm not open to giving him what he wants. Do I love sucking that thick cock of his? Who wouldn't?

I check around us, and get down on my knees, making sure I can't see around the corner, and should be out of sight. The concrete is cold, hard, and fucking hurts my knees, but it won't stop me getting what I want, what we both want. I know why he did this. He knows how much I didn't want to go up that fucking tower that honestly looks like it never fucking ends.

I could have just told them I couldn't do it, but I'm not really that keen on admitting my faults and weaknesses, because let's be honest, they've seen enough of the worst of me already. Which thing will tip them over the edge and show them that they don't need me? That I'm not good enough for them? They could be two perfectly happy couples, and I'd be left alone.

"It's not going to suck itself, Gage," Sebastian warns me, sliding his fingers into my hair and gripping tightly. "Get my dick out and get your fucking mouth around it."

Fuck, I love it when he gets so fucking dominant with me. I should turn this around, and force him to choke on mine, but this side of him just fucking owns me. I do as he demands, freeing his cock, which practically hits me in the face, and I waste no more time, sliding my lips around it, and sucking on the head. I relish the shudder that follows that first touch of my tongue, and then I tease him until he takes over and drags my head closer, forcing his cock further into my throat and holding me there.

"Fuck yeah, Gage, can you taste my cock? Can you feel me blocking your throat? You like doing this to me, don't you? You just love filling my throat and feeling me giving up oxygen just to service you. Does it feel good to you, baby? Are you willingly giving up breathing, just to take me?" Jesus, it's hotter than I thought to be on the receiving end of that stuff. Maybe he's lucky to have me after all.

He's ruthless, thrusting his dick down my throat repeatedly, like he's punishing me for something, but I'm getting off on it. I'm loving the fact that he wants to do this somewhere where we could get caught, and I'm also already planning my revenge. Fuck my throat, and treat me like his fucktoy? He knows I can give that back tenfold, and I can't fucking wait to do it.

I gag when he presses deep and holds me there, waiting for me to tap out, and I try hard not to, but I'm going to fucking pass out at this rate. Why is it so hot that he's being so rough?

"Gage, you look so fucking sexy with a throatful of my cock, baby. Take my cum now, oh god … Yeah, take it all." He unloads down my throat, and I struggle to swallow it down, while I'm still desperate for air. Fuck me, I'm actually lightheaded, but it's intense, and I feel like I could go off myself right now.

Sebastian pulls back and tucks himself away while I'm still gasping for breath, and then he pulls me up, and turns us, shoving me against the wall where he'd been standing. His hand is in my pants a second later, and he strokes me, grinning as I curse and grab his wrist.

"Don't make me cum, baby, not like this. It'll make a real mess." He smirks, very deliberately jerking me as he wraps his other hand around my throat, his lips on mine.

The fucker does exactly what I asked him not to, and makes me cum with a few strokes, and now I've got to go home like this, wearing my own fucking cum in my pants like a teenager.