Page 167 of Pretty Broken Wings
A shiver of something runs across my skin. I’m not sure if it’s fear, anticipation, or both. But I do know that the sight of Gage spread out for me, trusting me, fills me with a warm feeling in my chest.
I don’t deserve this.
I stare at him, eyes suddenly feeling prickly.
Gage glances back at me, and then something brushes my hand. I glance down, blinking. It’s his hand. He grabs my finger and squeezes it once, twice. Then he says so softly I almost don’t catch it, “I’ll read you the poem later, princess.”
Axel’s fingers slow, then his lips are at the place where my neck connects to my shoulder, and he kisses it gently. “What are we whispering about?”
I have to stifle a smile, and then suddenly, my eyes burn even more. Because instead of being afraid, I feel… okay. No, more than okay. I feel happy. Safe. In control. And it’s these two that made me feel that way.
A vast wave of peace washes over me, and it feels like that scary thing that’s always been around the corner fades into oblivion. I don’t need to be scared of it. I don’t need to keep running from it. Because I’m safe.
I catch myself before I can cry, focusing on the dildo to get myself back together.
Gage is ready, his hole open and glistening with lube.
“Ready?” I ask, my voice no more than a whisper.
“Never more,” Gage leans back into me softly, his legs and ass pressing into me, grounding me.
If he’s ready, maybe I can be too.
Then, slowly, I bring the tip of the dildo to Gage’s ass. He arches his back, and the tip disappears inside him.
The sight fills me with an erotic thrill. Gage’s body accepts everything I have to give him, pushing back on the strap like he’s eager for it. Like he’s eager for me.
I reach a hand down to grab his dick, and it’s hot and throbbing.
“No, wait, I’ll come.”
I grin, and then I feel something pressing against me. Axel is standing behind me, rubbing his dick along my slit.
I bend over to give him a better angle, leaning against Gage’s back, feeling the rumbles in his back and the pressure of my tits pressed up against him. I take a little bite out of Gage’s side, enjoying the way he tenses for a second, then relaxes back into me.
Axel presses into me, and the sudden feeling of fullness hits me all at once. His movement forces me deeper into Gage, which makes him grunt. It feels so overwhelming that my brain short-circuits.
Axel doesn’t let me overthink it. He just rocks into me, dick rubbing up against my G-spot, pushing me into ecstasy. I reach around, grabbing Gage’s dick and just holding. I squeeze as he pulses once, twice. Then he bucks back into me, jerking back and forth.
“Oh Raven, fuck, I think I’m gonna–”
“Come,” I demand, jerking him off. With a high-pitched groan, he does, his entire body locking as pulse after pulse of cum spurts from him.
Axel groans, cupping my neck and yanking me back to his chest. Then he pounds into me, taking my body in claiming strokes that feel like he’s branding me as his. The movement forces me and the dildo into Gage’s body, and he groans, bracing his legs wider.
As I come, I realize that I didn’t want to run from these two in the first place. I was just afraid. Afraid of things not being perfect. Afraid of getting hurt.
But you know what?
Things will never be perfect. Life will never be perfect. I will never be perfect.
But that doesn’t mean I can’t be happy. That I can’t be safe, even when I’m scared.
And that’s really all I need.
EPILOGUE
3 Months Later
