CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE

GAGE

I'm kinda glad that Lucy's not wimping out after a few spanks, because I really feel like turning her ass red, and making her cry. Not because I'm an asshole, but because I feel like we've all had our heads up our asses lately, and there's stuff everyone's bottling up right now. Does that make me some healthy, caring kinda guy? No, I know I'm an asshole and she'd probably respond just as well to a hug and a little loving, but her ass is just so damn spankable, just like Stella's. And let's be honest here, I plan to fuck it after I've spanked it, just like Mav seems to already be doing to Stella, if her yelps and gasps are anything to go by.

"Please, Gage!" Lucy suddenly gasps, and I figure it's because I've stopped spanking her, so I slap that fine ass again and she curses at me.

"I'm still waiting for an answer, little Lucy."

"And I fucking answered you already, weren't you listening?" Huh? I lean forward to catch Pretty Boy's eye and he nods, whoa, did I really zone out and miss that?

"Say it again for me then."

"Asshole," she mutters, squeaking when I lightly slap her pinkened skin. "Yes, okay, you're right, you guys do all the spanking and we're like, I don't know, the spankees or something. Just, can you stop that now?"

"You wanna go straight to the assfucking, baby?"

"What? No! Of course not, you psycho!"

"Well, that's a weird as fuck way to say yes, but I hear ya, baby. Pretty Boy, wanna grab us some lube? I'm feeling considerate after she took that spanking so well."

Sebastian stands up and catches Lucy's hands when her balance shifts, and she staggers a step.

"Why don't you take my ass, Gage? Let Lucy watch us, you know how much she loves to watch that. I'll even let you do it without lube, like you enjoy it."

Well damn, only a moron says no to that, right?

"Lucy, swap places with Sebastian, and spread those legs. You're gonna finger-fuck yourself while I rail my Pretty Boy's ass, and when you cum, make sure we all hear it."

"Over the noise of the rest of you? Fat chance." I slap her ass again, and she moves fast, getting down on the floor where Sebastian was, as my beautiful boy bends over in front of me, and reaches back to spread his cheeks. So willing, so fucking needy. No wonder I fucking love him so much.

I spit in my hand and stroke my dick, lubing up a little for him, because I might be an asshole, but I love this sexy fucker. I spit again on his ass, watching it slide down the crevice between those spread cheeks, and rub it over his hole, grinning at the low groan that rumbles through his chest. He might have protested a lot in the early days, but he loves my fucking cock buried deep in his ass. He loves my touch, and he loves me.

"Balance yourself on Lucy's shoulders, like she did with you, baby. I'm about to ram a hard dick right up your ass, and you know you'll lose your balance as you take it."

Sebastian groans again, reaching down to lean on Lucy's shoulders, but he immediately releases her again.

"No. She won't be able to hold us up, and if I fall, I don't want to hurt her or the baby. Lucy, move to the side of us, baby. We still want to see you fingering that sweet pussy of ours though."

Why do the girls get so melty when one of us acts like an overprotective asshole? She's practically fucking swooning as she moves, but that leaves my Pretty Boy with nothing to help him balance, so I move us until he can rest a hand against the side wall of the cabin.

"Brace yourself, baby. I'm about to give you what you begged me for."

"Pretty sure there was no begging, but whatever," he mutters, his back arching into a moan as my cock presses inside his tight ass. No matter how often I fuck it, it's still like the first time, and it nearly takes my balance too.

I can't go slow or easy, because I'm close already and I can't fucking hold back, railing him hard enough that he almost falls several times, but he just keeps pushing back and taking it, and jerking himself as we fuck. We come seconds apart, and watch Lucy shuddering and gasping, with her fingers deep inside herself, and that's when the door opens and there's a horrified apology, and the unfortunate staff member lady hurries away again. Well, fuck .

LUCY

What's more embarrassing and humiliating than being made to play with yourself for others to watch? Being seen doing just that by someone who isn't one of the four people you're in a relationship with. That poor lady from the boat crew walked in to see me doing that, Gage with his cock buried up Sebastian's ass, both of them naked, and Stella with a throatful of Mav's cock. No wonder she'd hurried away like that.

A few moments later, a smartly dressed French man storms into the room, while we're all pulling clothes back on. He lets out a furious barrage in French, so naturally I barely understand a word of it, but Stella holds up her hands in a placating manner and responds to him in halting French. Who knew she could speak the language? I knew she was obsessed with Paris, but this is a relief. More than that is the surprise when Gage suddenly pipes up with an aggressive response in French too. I barely know a half dozen words of the language myself.

"Yeah, well fuck you too," Gage suddenly snarls, gathering up the clothes we haven't managed to struggle into yet and tossing them to each of us. "Grab your shit. I don't like this crappy little boat anymore."

Yikes. So it turns out that boat crews really don't like orgies happening in their cabins, according to Stella when I ask her what was being said, even though it's pretty obvious it was about all the sex.

"Repressed fucking-"

"Gage, calm down. It's not like she walked in on a kiss and a hug, babe. We were all fucking, and that's not necessarily what people want to walk in on."

"I'd have cleaned up the cum, or at least made you do it," he mutters to Sebastian as he walks ahead of us.

"He's feeling like he's let us down," Stella says to me as we fall behind the men to talk.

"Really? Why?"

"That's what he said to the captain, that he'd promised us a boat trip, and he didn't want to be the reason we missed it." Wow. Every time I think I understand Gage, he proves me wrong again.

"And he speaks French. How the hell does he speak French when he hates the country, or keeps declaring that he does?"

Stella giggles. "I think it's more about ‘protesting too much', like I think he just doesn't like to come across as a soft touch, but you must know by now he'd do anything for all of us."

Yeah, he'd been proving that to us over and over, so why would he think he could let us down? I squeeze Stella's hand, because we always hold hands when we walk together.

"Are we okay, babe? I don't want anything to be weird between us after what we did, and the baby thing. You're really the mother of this baby too, you know."

Stella takes a deep breath, nodding at me, but I don't miss the way her bottom lip trembles.

"I know, babe, and of course we're okay. I'm sorry if that was all too much for you the other night, but it was so hot to watch Mav being sexed up by Gage and Sebastian, right?"

God yes. I wish he wasn't so turned off by it, because it's beautiful to watch.

"I feel like we need to show Gage that he didn't mess up earlier, I mean, my ass still hurts, but he's trying so hard to show us the sights, despite it not being his thing. We should do something for him." I never thought I'd be the one worrying about Gage's feelings, but the man has a big heart, just hidden well behind a camouflage of assholiness and depravity.

Almost in sync with each other, we hurry ahead, squeezing between our men to bracket Gage, taking one of his hands each.

"Thank you for the boat fucking session, Gage. It was perfect," I whisper in his ear as I reach up to kiss his cheek.

His steps falter for a moment as he looks at me with a stunned expression on his face.

"We didn't even make it out onto the fucking water properly."

"I thought it was the perfect boat trip, especially with all the orgasms," Stella pipes up from the other side of him.

"I think our ladies are saying that boat sex was the highlight of their day, man," Mav says as he moves up closer behind us.

STELLA

Paris is amazing. I don't have a clue why Gage doesn't like it here, because it's a dream come true for me. Obviously, the romantic atmosphere is a must see for any romance author, so there's that, but it's so much more. The architecture is stunning, there are so many sights to marvel at. And the croissants? I could live off of those even if it would mean thicker thighs. It's a good place to be in, to know my three guys don't care if I gain an extra ten pounds and, if I'm honest, I probably will before we go home. What trip would be complete for a woman without shopping though? Of course, Gage and Mav both want to go back to the hotel after we got thrown off the boat, for yes, more fucking.

Out of the three men, Gage would claim he's the biggest asshole and maybe he's right, but he's also the one most likely to give in to what we want. And Lucy and I want to go shopping.

Of course, when Lucy sees this pretty dress, she has to have, her and Maverick have a squabble in the middle of the store. She's insistent on paying for it, but he isn't having it. Like I could've predicted she told him he was a bell-end, and then he handed the cashier his credit card. We aren't allowed to pay for anything, and I've gotten used to it for the most part. It seems like a silly thing to fight over, but I also get that she doesn't want to feel kept. Lucy and I walk down the street with our three men following closely behind, like they are waiting for someone to try to steal us at any moment. Possessive assholes. At exactly the same time, we both stop and gape at a ring in a jewelry store window. A large rectangular solitaire diamond ring sparkles in a blue crushed velvet ring box.

"Oh my god," she gasps, as I mimic her exact response.

Giggling, I say, "It's funny they never show price tags for expensive things."

Lucy turns to me, laughing along and says, "If you have to ask, then you can't afford it. Could you imagine a ring like that?"

I shrug, because it doesn't matter. "Three men, two women; that's not in the cards for us, but one day when I get that number one best-seller, I'm buying one for my damn self."

Lucy snorts. "Are you going to lounge around in the house in a wedding dress too?"

I roll my eyes because I know she's making another Friends reference, which I happen to love. After all, it's how our friendship started, our love of Friends memes.

Looking back at the guys, I notice them exchanging glances, and I'm not sure what that's about, but I choose not to address it. Chances are pretty good if it's not something they want to talk about, they won't.

Lucy loops her arm in mine, and we walk down the street perusing more of the amazing shops the city of love has to offer. And of course, when we try to zoom past the lingerie store, we are grabbed and pulled inside. Predictable.