25. Hellena

25

HELLENA

“ S o, how's your new place?”

“Ora, you’re sitting in my new place.” I wave at the room, gesturing vaguely.

“No shit, Hell? I meant, how’re things at your new place? ” Her eyebrows wag as she nods toward the bedroom upstairs.

“Fine. Good.” I shrug, refusing to elaborate.

“Ugh! You’re killing me! You’re cohabitating with three hunka-hunka-chunka-burning-loves, and that’s all you can give me?”

“It’s not as sexy as you think, most of the time.” Not that I haven’t taken things where I could get them. Tell in the kitchen after dinner one night, Evan in the office on the desk, Gavin in the laundry room yesterday afternoon.

Ora’s eyes narrow at me like she can read my thoughts. “It's only as sexy as you make it. And you should definitely always make it more sexy. I know you’re holding out on me.”

“Things are the appropriate amount of sexy, I promise.” I laugh, refilling our wine glasses.

“Bullshit. You’re stressed as fuck, I can see it. The best remedy for that would absolutely be to indulge in a little triple-dip. And I am not talking about ice cream.”

“Ora!”

“Play innocent all you like. I saw that bed.”

Maybe she’s on to something, but the opportunity hasn’t come up. And it’s not something that I can just… mention casually to the guys.

Or can I?

Regardless, there’s way too much going on to worry about it, and Ora finally lets it drop.

“You doing alright, though, really, Hell?”

“Yeah. No.” I frown, shrugging.

“I know you’re fist deep in it all, running the show. You ask me, I say you need a break. But I know you won’t take one. Just like Grandaddy.” Ora gives me a flat stare, the reprimand clear in her eyes. “Speaking of which, I need to go check on President Clive and make sure he’s eating, sleeping, and not murdering everyone in sight when he’s hangry. I swear, he’d keel over if I wasn’t there to take care of him.”

“I can relate.”

“Don’t make me come back over here to babysit your ass! I will make those muscle-men of yours hold you down to rest if I have to.” She winks, hopping up from the table and giving me a huge hug.

“I promise to take care of myself.”

“Let them take care of you, too. And I mean in every way. Remember, they need attention, too!”

“Call me!”

“Yes Captain-My-Captain! You’re leading the charge, Hell, and doing a fan-fucking-tastic job!”

In a flash, she’s bouncing across the room and out the door. With a sigh, I lean back over the table, my eyes blurring to the endless tasks scattered across the surface.

Fuck.

Ora’s visit was a nice distraction.

But it was just that.

I wish I felt as confident as Ora does about my ability to lead. Communication is still a struggle. Pushback from the citizens has grown since we gave them a shred of hope for saving our town. Like, the second they saw someone was in charge, complaints came pouring in.

Scared people want a lot of reassurance. And they need to see results.

“I was a fucking party planner. I’m not cut out for this…” I growl for the hundredth time, gripping my head in my hands.

Hunkering down, I get another hour into tallying up the requests for food, reports of people stranded in their homes and isolated, needing evac to the safe zones. The panicky sensation wells up again, making my chest tight.

Not to mention the fear that has been growing every time I go out to help, to meet with some of the guerilla leadership that Evan drummed up from Sanctum’s blue-collar working class. A fear that I’ll run into Marco. That I will have to face him again so soon.

The nightmares are just as bad.

Worse.

In them, he finds me, finds the people I love in dark caves underneath Sanctum, chasing me, always laughing. And he always catches them, takes them from me.

Pressure builds as I sit there, unable to force the thoughts away, spilling over.

My heart pounds. I feel like I might hyperventilate.

“FUCK!” I scream out at the top of my lungs, unable to keep it in any longer.

The sound echoes out, reverberating back to me right as the inevitable response pops out of the basement workshop. Gavin stares at me for a moment, nothing but love in his eyes. Concern.

He approaches slowly, waiting until some of the tension drains out of my posture, my shoulders slumping.

“Was that a request? Or an order?” I can hear the smirk in his voice.

“You’ve been spending too much time with Tell.”

“Hey! I'm not allowed to have a sense of humor, too?”

“You are but, cheesy Dad jokes are Tell’s department.

“Oh, I definitely don’t want to cross into Dad joke territory.”

“Better Dad jokes than a Dad bod.”

“Who sounds like Tell now?” he claps back, crossing his arms. “And you know damn well that this ain’t no Dad bod…”

He lifts his shirt with an arrogant smile, showing off his washboard stomach.

Sweet. Goddess.

I do not lick my lips. Nope.

“You’ve been working too hard.”

Is it my imagination or did he accent the word ‘hard’?

“I can’t get it all done, Gav. I feel like I’m blowing it!” I glare at him as soon as I say it. “Don’t you dare make another joke.”

“I wouldn’t dream of it. Well, I would definitely dream about…”

“GAVIN.”

“Lena. Take a break. Let me give you a massage or?—”

“I can’t. There is too much to do for one person!”

“You’re not just one person.”

“I know, but it feels that way. Like I’m not… enough !” I slam my palms down on the table in defeat.

“You are so much more than enough. Let us help take some of the load off you.”

I smirk even though I just told him not to keep making puns. Gavin’s eyebrow shoots up sarcastically.

Before he can remark, Evan’s voice fills the room.

“He’s right, Hell. Take a step back and breathe.”

I inhale dramatically, blowing out a huge sigh as I stand. “There. Happy?”

“Not until you step away from the workload,” he says with mock severity.

I open my mouth to protest, to make an excuse, and Gavin is there, kissing me before I can speak. His tongue swoops in, parting my lips, grazing my teeth.

I let myself go into it for a moment, pulling away only to gasp for breath.

“You know…” He claims my mouth again. “Playing dirty?—”

Every time I pull away, each time I try to speak, he kisses me again, keeping me off balance and quickly losing focus on what I was worried about in the first place.

Any other thought flutters away as I catch a glimpse of Evan leaning in the doorway to the office, smiling as he watches. His eyes are glimmering with heat, drinking me in.

Gavin nips my bottom lip, distracting me. My eyes close, savoring the sensation. I hear the footsteps coming toward me just before Evan’s strong hands pull me away, turning me toward him to steal a kiss of his own.

A deep, growling moan escapes his lips as devours me, our tongues intertwining, dancing. His is a different cadence from Gavin's, a different rhythm.

But still just as sweet, sending a unique wave of shivers through my body in contrast.

When I feel Gavin press against me, the chills multiply tenfold, shooting straight down into my core. I can feel the heat of both of their bodies glowing against me on either side.

It's so unbelievably arousing.

At the same time, it’s soothing, washing away every fear.

Gavin draws me back to him, kissing me deeper, fervently. I sink into him, losing myself in the undertow of their desire.

It starts an ebb and flow, Evan, then Gavin, each one growing more and more passionate with every kiss. The room is spinning.

I’m lost between them.

Even more as Gavin’s hands caress my hips, my ass.

Evan’s fingers spear into my hair, his nails grazing my scalp as he cups the back of my head, drawing my face to his in a wild lashing of tongues, teeth nipping at my lips.

“This–This is?—”

“Just what you need,” Evan croons, singing a tingling breath into my ear.

“Y–Yes…”

Gavan’s hands are firebrands, exploring up into my shirt along my scalding skin, cupping my aching breasts, toying with me through my bra. I want to tear it all off, to feel his palms gripping me, to feel my flesh spill through his fingers.

Evan’s hands make their way down the back of my pants, teasing along the band of my thong.

I'm practically whimpering, panting from the overstimulation of their hands all over my body. Added to the tickling skim of Gavin’s lips along my neck and Evan’s drifting along my clavicle. All I can do is tip my head to the side, giving them each better access to a side of me.

I’m still drifting in that hypnotic state when they pull me toward the stairs, toward the bedroom.

My heart starts to pound as we near the doorway, realization dawning on me of what’s about to Happen.

With everything we’ve had to do, we haven’t spent a night with all four of us in the house yet. Attention and duties have been so divided that I’ve barely shared the bed with each of them and once or twice with two of them while sleeping.

The same goes for tonight. Tell is out doing recon.

But this is so overdue.

The endless list in my head fades, forgotten at the kitchen table as they keep me spinning between them, each of them taking a kiss, embracing me for a few moments before the other swoops in again.

Before long, I'm rolling in waves of stimulation, trying to savor every sensation.

Gavin keeps me occupied while Evan’s hands unbutton my shirt, tugging it away as he flips his own shirt across the room with it. I feel skin on my back a second later, making me sigh into Gavin’s mouth with a grin.

His shirt goes next, adding to the smoldering heat in the room.

My bra disappears somewhere along the way, leaving my flushed chest and peaked nipples ready for Evan to take into his mouth, one at a time. The steady current of pleasure ripples across every nerve, my eyes closing to thoroughly feel every flick of his tongue.

In that state, I barely notice Gavin dragging my pants down, unconsciously stepping out of them, bending back to thrust my ass into his bulging jeans.

“That ass is—” Gavin rumbles.

“Mine,” Evan interrupts, turning me back toward Gavin and kissing down my spine.

Gavin’s lips find the crook of my neck as he cups my swollen tits in both hands, practically holding me up as Evan’s searing lips reach my sacrum, just above my thong.

I hold my breath as he bites the string, tugging it down.

It’s a random moment, a brief breath in my mind as I open my eyes and see us in the mirror, two gorgeous men worshiping me.

I look…

Stunning.

I look unlike any way I have ever seen myself. Sexy. Relaxed and sensual.

And I realize this is what has been missing my entire life. To be taken care of, to give over completely to trust in someone, and better, more than one someone, two men I love seeing to my every desire, my every whim.

It should be selfish. Unthinkable.

But why don’t I deserve this?

After so long.

It’s like another dark door unlocks inside my heart, opening me to a whole world of possibilities. Together, we are so much more.

In an instant, I’m back in the present, the whirlwind of lips and hands making me grin drunkenly. They are so different, such a contrast of sensation.

Gavin's rough stubble. The hair on his chest.

Evan’s smooth shaven face, his clean, tight lines.

Both of their muscles are firm, taut to my touch, flexing and rippling under their skin as they pull me, guide me, and fully explore my full figure. My curves lean into every touch, every kiss, unashamed and longing to be felt.

And those kisses don’t stop coming. Evan’s soft lips urgently drag my thong down, returning as they fall to the floor to kiss each cheek, making me flex up onto my tiptoes. Shivers send pebbled skin fluttering down each thigh, down into my feet and back up into my center, forcing a tiny moan from my lips, still lost in Gavin’s kiss.

But I can barely catch my breath.

Evan’s teeth nip at my ass, and I pull away, yelping slightly.

And as I do, he rises up, turning me to kiss him instead, dragging my lip hard with his teeth before burying his tongue in my mouth, pulling mine into his. It's a sudden, aggressive tug of war, a give and take that takes me off guard sends my head spinning.

Leaving Gavin a turn at my exposed backside.

But I haven’t had a say in the matter yet.

I continue kissing Evan as I turn between them, placing one on either side of me, pressed against my shoulders. From this position, they can each play with half of me, my ass, my chest.

And I can get to both of them, too.

I giggle as I struggle and fail to unbutton both of their pants simultaneously, but they’re right there, happy to assist. The sudden loosening of their waistlines lets me feel and see exactly how happy they are to see me.

With a flick of my wrists, both pairs of jeans hit the floor, leaving Gavin in his shorts, Evan completely nude.

My eyebrows arch, looking up at dark gray eyes.

“Didn’t feel like wearing them today.”

“Well, that won’t do,” I mutter, reaching for Gavin’s underwear.

He’s already ahead of me, looking competitive as he kicks them off, resuming his position beside me. My focus is instantly torn between the impressive sight of them, a thrill of arousal quaking though my entire body.

Reaching down, I take hold of them, indulging in a slow, torturous caress of one shaft, then the other. The result is mirrored on either side of me, each of my men dropping his head back, eyes fluttering closed as they gasp to my silky touch.

Just to keep them guessing, I abruptly grasp them, clutching with a firmer grip and tugging.

I giggle softly as they both grunt in response, eyes snapping open and staring at me with longing.

It's so. Fucking. Hot.

The two of them are rock hard for me, both of them practically glaring at me as I stroke each of their lengths.

So different, so perfect.

Gavin's thicker.

Evan’s longer, more curved.

Both are mouthwatering. I see them thinking, planning their next move, how to take me.

Before either of them has a chance to make a move, I drop to my knees, taking Evan into my mouth first, sucking just the head and popping my lips. Then I switch, licking along Gavin’s length, swirling my tongue.

The accompanying moans of pleasure make me throb deep inside, drenching me with hot, slick heat between my legs. With my hands and mouth full, I squeeze my legs together to assuage the pulsing ache, the need to touch myself.

Curling my tongue around Evan’s head, I gulp him down in a swift movement, stroking Gavin with my other hand. After several seconds of tasting one, I can’t help turning back again, spreading my jaw wider to accommodate Gavin and taking every inch of him into my throat.

I can see them tensing, their tolerance for this game coming to an end. The thrill of driving them insane makes me even wetter as they pull me to my feet, nudging me toward the bed.

Palming Gavin’s chest, I push him down and crawl onto the bed, bending over for Evan to get a full glimpse of me. The growl of disbelief behind me nearly makes me swoon.

But Gavin is waiting for me, dragging me up to brand me with his lips. I don’t let him linger, though, dropping back down, dragging the weight of my breasts down his stomach, along the sides of his dick. The effect is more than I hoped for, sending his hips arching off the bed.

And the response from behind me is so satisfying.

Evan’s hands spread me open, and at first I think he’s going to go for it, to simply take me again, fuck without foreplay.

I won’t lie. I want it.

But I’m even more pleased when I feel his tongue lance into my middle, tasting deeply and circling inside, dragging out and down to that needy apex. I push my hips back, enough to put Gavin’s waist at eye level again, and I lock eyes with him right before I suck him hard and deep into my mouth.

Our collective moans fill the room for minutes as Evan buries his face between my thighs and I bury mine between Gavin’s legs, taking him to the hilt, closing my eyes to take him fully.

Evan’s fingers slip into me next, adding another layer of bliss to the endeavor, making me moan deep all along Gavin’s length, making him growl as he gently cups the side of my face.

His gaze is anything but as he watches me, watches Evan devouring me from behind. My pace increases as Evan drives his curled middle finger deeper, pressing with growing force against the swell of my insides, amping up my pleasure with every push of that devious button.

As if in response, Gavin pulls back, dragging himself out of my mouth and beckoning me toward him. I comply, pulling away from Evan slightly as I rise to kiss my powerful lover. He grins as he looks over my shoulder, and I can’t help hazarding a glance back to watch Evan lick his fingers one by one, tasting me.

It unshackles something inside me, the last vestiges of self-control I have. There’s nothing stopping this now. I have to have them in me.

Now.

An agreement passes between them, and Gavin rises up, trading places with Evan.

I let myself fall back, rolling onto the bed and pulling Evan toward me, beckoning him toward my lips, first with a kiss, then licking my lips and reaching for his cock, forcing him to position himself over me. Tilting back my head, I start with the tip, toying with him as Gavin situates himself below me, grazing his rough palms up my inner thighs, spreading my legs and tossing them over his shoulders. The first brush of his lips along my lips is heaven, then his tongue is raking up my middle, tasting every fold.

Right as he presses his lips to my clit, I lick down the bottom of Evan’s expanse, making him bend back. My hands are there, scraping my nails down his stomach above me, down his thighs as I tease his balls with my lips.

Vibrations start to reverberate through my body with the pace of our taunting, the foreplay mounting the energy between us to atmospheric heights. Gavin’s lips lock onto my clit, his tongue dancing in circles, steady enough to get my hips rolling but random enough to keep me from rocketing toward my release. He’s a fucking master with his tongue.

It's like I'm caught between a rock and a hard place and both of those places are pure lust and desire. And love.

I couldn't ask for anything else.

Except, well, just one more thing.

“I’m ready…” I whisper, my voice a husky moan.

“For what?” Evan prods, stroking my cheek with the knuckles on one hand.

“Tell us what you want, Lena.” That rumble barrels into my core.

“Tell us how you want us.”

My heart is racing but my mind is swimming with possibilities. All I can think of is how much I want them. But I want to tell them. I want to order them to do what I need most.

“I want you both inside me. Now. Just as you are.” It’s all I can manage, the words desperate and gasping.

Gavin pauses, licking me once. “I wanted to finish you off first.”

“No. I want to come with you inside me. Both of you. I'm too fucking close.” I nearly cry out as he pulls away, rising over me and hooking his thick, cabled forearms under my calves.

I feel him right there, spreading my entrance with his head, making my legs shake with anticipation. And at my lips, Evan’s stunning manhood, rocking back and forth with the slight sway of his hips.

That rhythm is a promise of what’s coming.

Evan sighs in shock as I take him into my mouth, pairing with the slow, luxurious pressure of Gavin gliding into me. The two of them bottom out, filling me to the brim, making me grip the bed to keep from flying away, coming undone right there on the spot.

They both draw back, pausing to let me catch my breath, but I want none of it. “Oh, don’t stop. Never, ever stop.”

“Only when you can’t take any more…” Evan’s laugh shudders through me, joined by a soft chuckle from Gavin, purely male and utterly devastating.

I’d laugh with them if I could, but my mind is flooded with ecstasy. I’m fucking drunk on it.

On them.

Reaching back with one hand, down with the other, I pull the both into me again, and they comply so willingly. And that’s how it starts.

Slowly. Deliberately. Deeply.

Then steadily faster.

I slide Evan’s cock in its entirety down my throat right as Gavin drives himself inside me. They match one another stroke for stroke, rolling me in a wave that has me soaring, the room spinning as my eyes roll back in my head.

“Oh, Hell!” Evan roars first, quickly followed by a cry from Gavin.

“Come for us, Hell. Give us everything.”

All three of our hips roll into an undulating pattern, rocking the entire world around us with every revolution. My hands clutch around, grasping onto Evan’s ass to brace myself, my legs locking around Gavin to keep him where I need him.

I’m going to fucking combust.

The cataclysm starts deep and slow, a rumbling quake like Gavin’s growling moan, then tearing through me like a tectonic crack, sending magma up my spine, blaring like a thousand suns into my brain.

I’ve never imagined anything like this in my life.

It’s all-consuming. There’s nothing but the three of us become one. Over and over again.

The end flares in the distance, the darkness behind my eyelids as I clench them shut, unable to do anything but ride out the torrent of the orgasmic rush barreling toward me.

I grip the two of them harder, taking every inch of each of them over and over again, feeling them join me as we near the summit of our rapture.

I want to tell them to come with me, but I can’t make a sound, my mind melting completely under the onslaught of their efforts.

“Hellena!” I hear them both, in unison, shout, and I’m done.

I soar out into space, into the stars.

Right before tumbling, a shower of meteors plummeting to the ground around me, taking me with them through a deluge of pleasure unlike anything I’ve ever felt.

Somewhere, far off, I feel my arms, my legs, my entire body trembling between them as they both shake, filling me up.

They’re hot, sweet, and delicious.

And I drink it in, every last drop.

This roaring, rushing, rumbling sensation rolls along for what feels like minutes, shivering through me over and again, taking me out to the edge of oblivion and back again. It’s slow to fade, and I feel them start to go slack, Evan pulling me up, Gavin joining us as we collapse to the sheets.

With my last bit of strength, I rest my head on Evan’s chest, reaching back to weakly pull Gavin against my back. This is heaven.

I’m so warm. So drowsy.

And so completely satisfied.

The three of us lie there for minutes, for an hour, dozing in and out. I'm just about to drift off completely when a sound echoes in the doorway. A scuff of a boot, then a scoff of laughter.

Female laughter.

“My God, you were never this daring when we were married, Gavin.” Alaya’s voice rings through the bedroom.