Page 61 of A Worthy Opponent
The big man stretches and gives a lazy grin that always means he’s up to no good. “Dawn’s a long way off yet.”
Hook taps my jaw. “You can play for a minute. Make it count.”
No mistaking his meaning. I crawl onto the bed and kneel between Gaeton’s thighs. A quick glance over my shoulder shows Hook walking into the bathroom, likely to clean up. Anticipation zings through me, the feeling only getting stronger as I lean down and take Gaeton into my mouth. He’s easier to manage now that he’s not hard, and I take my time exploring him with my tongue. Enjoying myself.
It doesn’t take long before his cock hardens. Gaeton always did have the stamina of a bull. I look up to find him lacing his hands behind his head and watching me with hooded eyes. “You look happy, Tink.”
I don’t bother to reply. He might just be running his mouth. It’s also possible that he’s testing for information. I don’tthinkGaeton would pull some shit like that, but we live in strange times.
Unsurprisingly, he doesn’t seem to need a response. His gaze follows my lips as I suck him deep. “He’s good for you. You’re good for him, too.”
That’s about enough of that. I rise off his cock enough to frown at him. “Do you want a blow job or do you want to wax poetic about my potential relationship status?”
“Nothing potential about it.” He jerks his chin to my hand fisted around his cock, the diamond twinkling obscenely in the lamp light. “You’re married now, Tink. Call me sentimental, but I’d like to think you’re happily married.”
“Is there any such thing in our world?” I don’t know why I’m entertaining this. Hook will be back any second, and this isnotpart of the scene.
Or maybe it is and I’m just skittish enough to want to avoid it.
Gaeton chuckles. “Don’t ask me. I’m shit at relationships. Only one I ever wanted went down in flames because she couldn’t choose.” He shakes his head. “That’s some fucked up shit.”
I have my own thoughts about the Gaeton-Isabelle-Beast love triangle, but ultimately it’s none of my business. I can see the attraction of both men, but the way Isabelle handled the situation was shitty. Then again, I’m biased as hell. I have absolutely no business offering love life advice but… “World hasn’t ended yet, Gaeton. You obviously still love her. Do something about it.”
He raises his brows. On the surface, he still looks like the good old boy he mostly pretends to be, but now something dangerous lurks in his dark eyes. “Leave it alone, Tink. I’m not in the mood tonight.”
“You’re never in the mood.” I give his cock a squeeze. “But I’ll make you a deal: you stop trying to divine what the fuck is going on with me and Hook, and I’ll stop giving you relationship advice.”
He finally nods. “Point taken.” Gaeton jerks his chin. “Now get back to sucking my cock like a good little cum slut.”
I don’t need to be told twice.
I’m so busy following that order, I don’t hear Hook come back into the room until he gently touches my hip. He trails his fingers over my ass and down to my thighs. A slight pressure that is a silent command I’m only too happy to obey. I spread for him.
And then his cock is there, sliding into my pussy in a waythat feels like coming home. I can’t explain it. I’m not sure I want to. Hook fucks me in a lazy rhythm, as if he has all the time in the world, as if he isn’t aware how close I am to coming. I can’t normally orgasm from penetration alone, but after a few times, that rule no longer applies.
He braces his hand against the small of my back, pressing me down a little and then, holy shit, he’s hitting my G-spot with each stroke. I don’t want it to end, but I can’t hold out any longer. I cry out around Gaeton’s cock as I come. Several rough strokes, then Hook pulls out and comes across my back.
He winds my hair around his fist and guides me off Gaeton’s cock. My body has gone boneless, pleasure making me drunk, and I’m only too happy to slump next to Gaeton’s hip while Hook takes Gaeton’s cock into his mouth. I lazily reach between them to cup Gaeton’s balls, playing them against my palm and drawing my finger along the sensitive flesh behind them.
It’s enough.
He orgasms with a muted roar and Hook drinks him down. It’s so hot, I can barely stand it. I impulsively kiss him as he comes up, and then I’m in his arms between them, his mouth on mine. And it’s perfect.
We stumble to the shower for the second time tonight, though there’s little sexual about this. It’s pure comfort. Glancing touches. All of us soaping each other up. Hook washing my hair again.
It hasn’tfixedanything. Not really. Tomorrow, real life will intrude. Gaeton will still be swimming in grief. I’ll still be terrified. Hook will still have a crisis on his hands. Somehow, none of that matters in this moment. We’ve carved out a little space to breathe. If it’s temporary, it’s no less valuable for it.
“Stay, Gaeton.”
Gaeton nods, his eyes already half-shut with sleep. “Yeah, I guess I will.”
Hook takes my hand and leads us back into the bedroom. There may only be a few hours left in this night, but we can rest here safely.
That’s what he’s offered us.
What he’s offered me.
Safety.
