Chapter 16

CHAPTER 16

EDEN

All the guys would tell me was to pack an overnight bag with an outfit for a night out, and something for the next day.

Kage was very careful to say, "Don't bring any pyjamas. You won't be wearing any."

He was right on time to pick me up and drive me to the airport.

"Am I being abducted?" I asked.

He glanced over at me and grinned. "Yes. Yes, you are. By a whole hockey team."

"Sounds like a handful," I said, keeping my expression bland.

He chuckled. "They would be, but you only have to worry about two of them and one of me. Are you sure Brock is okay with this?"

"Sort of. He's working for the next three nights. His exact words were, 'the next time the three of them are with you, I'll be taking part too.'"

"Shame he's missing out then," Kage said, his voice low.

This was the perfect opportunity to ask, "What did he say to you when you were alone in our place?"

Kage stiffened slightly. He focused on driving through the car park and into an empty spot. "It might be too fast."

"What might be?" He had me intrigued now.

Kage turned off the engine and twisted around to face me. "He told me he was going to make me suck his cock the next time we were together."

My mouth formed an O. My pussy formed a puddle.

"And how do you feel about that?" I didn't know if he was into other men or not. I was equally uncertain if Brock would give him a choice.

"I think I'd like to get to know him before he fucks my mouth," Kage said. He slid the keys out of the ignition and tucked them into his pocket.

Now I understood what he meant by being too fast. He and I had moved quickly enough. Him immediately moving on to giving Brock a blowjob would give us both whiplash.

"Then I'm happy to help you do that, if that's what you want," I offered. "Get to know him, I mean."

"Is that what you want?" Kage asked. "How would you feel about him and I fucking each other?"

"The same way I feel about Mitch and Jagger fucking each other," I said honestly. "If that's what they want to do, then I fully support it. And if you and Brock want to fuck each other, then I support that too." After a moment I added, "And any combination in between."

"It wouldn't be instead of being with you," Kage said quickly. "This might sound… I don't know." He glanced down in the direction of the handbrake.

"I see the relationships your friends have with their boyfriends. Their families. I want that too." He looked back up. "I want the kind of family where everyone cares about everyone else. Where everyone wants everyone else to be the best version of themselves. Where everyone wants to make everyone else feel good. I don't know if that's asking too much." His Canadian accent was stronger when he spoke like this. Hotter. I could listen to him talk all day.

I placed my fingers lightly on his stubbled cheek. "That's not asking too much at all. I want that too. Love, laughter, sex, all of it. With no one feeling like they need to hold back for any reason. Especially because they might be worried I'd be upset about it. If you want to suck Brock's cock, then I want that for you. If you want to suck Mitch and Jagger's, then I want that too. As long as I get my share of orgasms."

"I'll personally make sure of it," he said. He seemed relieved at my response. "I've had people turn away from me because of my sexual preference. But it's who I am, you know? I've always liked women and men. I can't change that. I don't want to. Other people though… Sometimes they don't get it."

I leaned over and pressed my forehead to his. "I totally get it. I wouldn't want to change you any more than I'd want to change Brock, Jagger or Mitch. I want to help you to explore what you want to explore and be comfortable with your sexuality and in your own skin. That's what family is for. To be there for you, no matter what."

"I could fall in love with you," he whispered. "I'm already halfway there."

"I could fall in love with you too," I said. "All of you."

In the back of my mind, was the niggling doubt about what my mother might say. Not just about Brock, but also about the difference in age between me and Kage, and whether it was possible to have a relationship like the one between Mitch and Jagger, and have one with me at the same time. She'd probably tell me to find a guy who only wanted me. That would only ever care about me and never glance at anyone else. Someone like her present partner. Someone not like Brock.

Part of me wondered if she might be right to say those things. What if Mitch and Jagger fell more deeply in love with each other than they did with me? What if Kage and Brock fell head over heels for each other, and I was left out in the cold? Hell, what if Mitch and Kage decided to dance off into the sunset together?

There were so many complications and so many variables, my head hurt to think about it. Should I ask Kage to turn the car around and take me home? Possibly, but I wasn't going to. I was here now and I wanted to see this all the way through, no matter the consequences.

"We should go before the plane leaves without us," Kage said reluctantly.

"Would they dare to leave without you?" I breathed in the scent of him, soap, coffee and a hint of nerves.

"Probably, yes," he said. "The boys would have a good laugh about it."

"Well, we won't give them the opportunity." I reluctantly pulled away and kissed his mouth before I followed him out of the car.

The plane was loud, but the trip to the Gold Coast was short. I remembered the last time I was here, with Marley. She was trying to get over her guys at the time, so I'd brought her here to give her some space. The time away was just what we both needed.

Now, I was here with three of my guys, who won their game against the local team before changing and whisking me away in, of all things, a stretch limousine.

"Where are you taking me?" I asked.

"You'll see," Kage said, his hand resting lightly on one of my knees.

Mitch's hand was resting on the other, while Jagger sat on the other side of him.

"Did I mention I don't like surprises?" I asked.

"I already told you, we're abducting you," Kage said with a boyish grin.

"Yes, but you didn't tell me where you were abducting me to," I pointed out.

"We're almost there," Mitch assured me. "Just another couple of minutes."

I pouted playfully, but looked out the window and watched the city turn into the suburbs, the late hour settling into a long night.

A few minutes later, the limousine turned off the main road and headed into the darkness. The headlights illuminated what looked like little more than a track.

"If I was going to abduct someone, I'd bring them somewhere like this," I said. "It looks perfect for a shallow grave."

Jagger snorted. "We didn't bring you here to kill you. Besides, we would have to kill the driver too. She's already seen too much."

"It seems like you've given this some thought," I teased.

He responded with the faintest hint of a smile before turning his face back toward the window.

"We won't let Jagger kill you," Mitch assured me. "He'd have to get past Kage and me, and that won't happen."

"I could get past both of you if I wanted to," Jagger said without looking back around.

"Keep telling yourself that," Mitch teased.

The limousine rolled to a halt, gravel crunching under the tyres.

"We're here," Kage said. He opened the door and stepped out before offering me his hand.

I took it and followed him out, leaving Mitch and Jagger to scramble out after me.

Jagger closed the door behind him and the limousine drove just out of sight. The driver turned off the headlights, leaving us in darkness except for the glow of the moon on the ocean not twenty metres from where we stood. The beach was totally deserted except for us. Well, us and about a million candles that flickered around a blanket spread out on the sand.

"When we abduct someone, we do it in style," Mitch said.

"So I see," I said, drinking in the sight. In the centre of the blanket was a cooler filled with ice, bottles of beer and one of champagne. Beside that was a plate with a cover over it.

The guys led me over to sit on the blanket.

"I asked Marley what your favourite food was," Kage said.

"She said tacos," Mitch said.

I'd already been treated to tacos at the stadium while the guys played. They weren't as good as Tanya's, but they were nice enough.

"We went with the second choice." Jagger picked up the plate and pulled off the cover to reveal chocolate covered strawberries.

"Marley said chocolate, but we wanted something a bit more romantic," Kage said. He picked up a strawberry and held it to my lips.

I opened my mouth and bit down on the luscious, sweet treat. I closed my eyes and groaned. "So good." I chewed and swallowed before he offered me the rest of it. "You guys organised this just for me?"

"Kage and Mitch decided you'd want a group date," Jagger said. "They did that part. I did this." He picked up a wide, flat box from behind the cooler and opened it. Inside was a palette of paint and a couple of small brushes.

"I didn't know you were an artist," I said.

He picked up a brush. "Only with the right canvas." He dipped the brush into the blue paint and raised it to my chest. "You might want to take your top off, this is going to get messy."

The night air here was warm, so I didn't hesitate to pull off my top and place it beside the cooler. I sat still in just a skirt, panties and my black lace bra.

Biting his lip with concentration, Jagger started to paint small lines and swirls on the skin of my chest. He sat back to admire his work before dipping the brush in the yellow and adding that to what he'd already done. Then a touch of pink, and a little green. He nodded to Mitch, who unhooked my bra and slid it down my arms.

"Better," Jagger said. He painted a circle around one nipple, then the other. Leaning in, he seemed to be writing something on my left breast.

I glanced down to see the words, ‘property of Jagger Sanderson.’

"You should get that tattooed, so it's permanent," Jagger said. "Lie down."

I did what he said and watched the candlelight flicker on his face as he painted swirls around my belly.

"You're the perfect canvas," he whispered.

"She looks incredible like this," Mitch said. He undid my skirt and slid it down my legs before placing it with my top.

"Better like that," Kage said. He was sitting back on his heels, watching carefully, his pants tenting more prominently by the moment.

"Does this paint wash off?" I asked.

"It's better than that," Jagger said as he dabbed spots on my thighs. "It's edible, so we get to lick it off."