Evans, Gabrielle - Upon Crimson Waters [Fatefully Yours 2] (Siren Publishing LoveXtreme Forever ManLove) (9 page)

“Not good enough.” Echo looked away, unwilling to fall victim to the pleading in Hex’s eyes.

“What do you want me to say?” Hex growled. “I didn’t mean to hurt you.” His voice softened to barely more than a whisper. “I never want to hurt you.”

“But you did. You disrespected me in front of everyone and made me feel like my thoughts and opinions weren’t important. You can’t have it both ways, Hex. Either you want me here or you don’t. You can’t just send me away when I don’t fit into your plans.”

“Maybe I should leave,” Eyce mumbled as he started to move off the mattress.

“No. You stay. Hex was just leaving.”

Hex didn’t argue, but rose from the bed silently and crossed the room. He paused with his hand on the doorknob, but didn’t turn around. “I always want you here.” Then he opened the door and disappeared through it.

Echo felt the tears prickle the corners of his eyes, and his throat burned as he fought to keep his sobs at bay. He hadn’t really wanted Hex to leave, but he didn’t want half-ass apologies, either. Was a little groveling too much to ask for?

“Do you want to be alone?” Eyce hadn’t moved from his spot on the end of the bed, but he hung his head like a whipped dog, as he mumbled his question to the comforter.

“Definitely not. Come here.”

Before Eyce could even twitch, the bedroom door burst open, and Hex took two steps inside before falling to his knees. “I suck at apologies, but I don’t have a lot of practice. You want me on my knees? I’m here. You want me to beg? I’ll do it. Just tell me how to make this right.”

Echo’s heart felt like it had crawled up into his throat, cutting off his air supply as his brain worked frantically to come up with a reply. This is what he wanted, right? So, why did it make his chest ache to see Hex on knees like that?

“Stand up.”

Hex looked confused, but did as Echo asked, rocking back on his heels and rising to his full six-eight height in one slow, graceful movement. “Tell me what to do,” he whispered.

“Strip.”

His eyebrows drawing together, Hex nodded slowly and reached down for the hem of his shirt to pull it over his head.

“Slowly,” Echo amended with a slight smirk. “You want to make this right? Strip for me…and make it sexy.” He looked at Eyce and jerked his head toward Hex. “You, too.”

“What? Me? What did I do?”

“You all tried to keep this from me. I’ll get the others later.” Echo winked mischievously and wiggled his fingers for Eyce to join Hex at the end of the bed.

The two men undressed slowly, their movements awkward and stilted, lacking any kind of fluidity. Echo just rolled his eyes and shook his head in mock exasperation. “You suck at this. Just get ‘em off.”

Neither of his lovers stopped to ask questions, but stripped in record time, sending their clothes flying about the room. When they’d finally divested their clothing, they stood shoulder to shoulder, tall and proud for Echo’s viewing pleasure. “Yum,” he purred as he crawled to the end of the bed. Then he tucked his legs under him and kneeled on the mattress, looking up at Hex. “Apologize and mean it.”

“I’m sorry, baby. I didn’t mean a damn word of it. I know you’re not stupid or a child. Let me make it up to you.”

“I’m sorry, too,” Eyce added quietly. “I shouldn’t have kept things from you, but I just hate it when you’re upset. I wanted to have a plan in place before we told you, so you could feel safe even though there was danger.”

“Now, was that so hard?”

“Does this mean we’re forgiven?” Hex asked hopefully.

“I’ll think about.” Echo wiggled his eyebrows playfully and held his arms out to his lovers. “I think I could be persuaded, though.”

Hex started to reach out for him, but stopped and frowned. “If you don’t like when we carry you or hold you in our laps, why did you let us do it?”

“I never said I didn’t like it. I love it, in fact. I let you take care of me because you seem to need it, and well, it makes me feel special. It doesn’t make me weak, though.”

“No, you definitely aren’t weak.” Hex’s eyes softened, and he stroked Echo’s cheek with his fingertips. “What do you want, baby? Tell me what you need, and it’s yours.”

Hex’s palm curled around his cheek, and Echo nuzzled into it for just a moment before pulling away. “I need you to give up some of that control, big guy. Let someone else be in charge for a change.”

Echo wrapped his fingers around his lover’s wrist and pulled gently until Hex sat down on the foot of the bed beside him. “Let us take care of you.”

Hex gulped, but nodded slowly, letting Echo push him back to the mattress and climb on top of him to straddle his hips. “Trust me,” Echo whispered, leaning down to brush his lips over his lover’s. “Just trust me.”

* * * *

Eyce watched his lovers kiss and touch, wanting more than anything to join in with them. He knew Hex needed this time with Echo to fix what they’d broken, though. So, he stood there, breathing heavily as he stroked his aching cock, his eyes roaming over all of the damp, naked flesh on the bed.

He didn’t know what Echo had planned, but he wanted to be ready when his little mate gave the word. Hurrying around the side of the bed, he dug through the nightstand, almost groaning in relief when he came up with a small bottle of lube. Wrapping it up in his fist like a precious gift, he went back to his place at the foot of the bed.

Echo kissed Hex for a few more minutes before he finally lifted his head and peeked over his shoulder at Eyce. His eyes caressed Eyce’s body, almost like a physical touch, and his gaze lingered on Eyce’s jutting cock as he licked his swollen lips. Then he lifted one hand, stuck up a finger, and crooked it at Eyce.

Without waiting for a response, Echo turned again, and crawled over Hex’s body to retrieve the pillows from the head of the bed. He pushed two under Hex’s head, and threw the other two behind him at Eyce. “Under his hips,” he panted.

They worked together, moving Hex into position, and Eyce popped the cap on the lube, slicking his throbbing length, then drizzling more over his fingers. Echo moved up to straddle Hex’s face, his knees resting on either side of the warrior’s head, and lowered his hips, feeding his cock to Hex’s open mouth.

Echo moaned softly, and Eyce had to grip the base of his cock to keep from blowing from the erotic sight. Shaking his head and trying to focus, he pushed Hex’s feet up to the mattress and spread his legs wide, giving him unobstructed access to the tight little sphincter he sought.

He ringed the muscles with his oiled finger, caressing Hex’s hole until it began to relax under his touch then pushed in roughly with two thick fingers, knowing just how his lover liked it. Hex cried out, the sound muffled around Echo’s slippery prick in his mouth. His hips arched up, pushing against Eyce and riding the fingers as he moaned and writhed on the mattress.

“Look, I know I pissed you off, and I’m so—”

Eyce looked over his shoulder as he worked quickly, adding a third finger and then a fourth, stretching Hex as swiftly as possible without hurting him.

“Holy hell,” Fiero breathed. His hand went to the growing mound behind his zipper, kneading his swelling cock with the heel of his hand.

Echo continued to thrust into Hex’s mouth, whimpering and panting as a fine sheen of sweat coated his skin. Eyce looked between the two on the bed, and over his shoulder at Fiero several times before he grinned slowly. “Get ’em off,” he ordered.

Fiero wasted no time, stripping out of his clothes, practically tearing them from his body, before taking two long strides and molding himself to Eyce’s back. “Need you,” he whispered thickly.

Eyce snatched the bottle of lube from the bed and handed it to his lover. “Make it quick.”

Fiero stretched him quickly, as Eyce continued to loosen Hex. Echo was so lost in his pleasure, he doubted the little man had even realized they’d added a fourth to their fun. Then Fiero’s fingers disappeared, replaced by the blunt tip of his cock, and he pressed into Eyce’s aching channel slowly until his hips brushed against the flexing cheeks of Eyce’s ass. He stilled, his hands resting lightly on Eyce’s waist as he nuzzled the back of his neck.

When Eyce had four fingers sliding into his lover easily, he eased them out of Hex’s entrance, and lined up the head of his leaking cock. Rocking his hips, he pushed in slowly until the crown popped through the guarding muscles, and Hex’s snug channel sucked him in to the root.

He paused when he felt his balls brush against his lover, giving Hex just a moment to adjust to his size, then began a slow thrust, groaning as the man’s inner walls clamped around his aching length. “Not gonna last,” he warned. They’d only just begun, and already he felt the tightening of his balls, the tingling in his lower belly.

Fiero moved as well, wrapping an arm around Eyce’s chest as he drove into him, pushing Eyce’s throbbing cock further into Hex’s tight hole with every thrust. It took them a couple of tries, but eventually they set up a steady rhythm, working together as they raced along the path to orgasm.

“Need more,” Echo panted.

Using just one of his still-lubed fingers, Eyce traced the crease of Echo’s creamy cheeks and pushed through to nudge against his fluttering opening. “Yes!” Echo hissed, pushing back against the finger and trying to capture it.

Increasing his rhythm, Eyce drove into Hex’s heated tunnel, holding the man’s hip in a firm grasp as he pushed into Echo’s tight hole with his finger. His mate went wild, throwing his head back and crying out to the ceiling as he pushed deeper into Hex’s mouth.

Hex groaned, his hands coming up to grip Echo’s ass and parting his rounded globes, giving Eyce a clear view of his finger sawing in and out of the clenching entrance. The sight did little to steady his already shaky control. Releasing his death grip on Hex’s hip, he palmed his lover’s bouncing cock and stroked him in time with his almost punishing pace.

A sun-bronzed hand came into view, and Fiero ran his fingertips along Eyce’s wrist and over the top of his hand until he found the place where Eyce’s digit disappeared inside Echo’s fluttering hole. Fiero rubbed across the muscles where they stretched over Eyce’s finger, then pushed in with his own, pumping it slowly.

Echo whimpered, rocking between Hex and the two fingers sliding in and out of his ass. Eyce almost swallowed his tongue, the sights, sounds, and sensations overwhelming him and short-circuiting his hazy brain.

Fiero met him thrust for thrust, driving into him as his other hand tangled with Eyce’s around Hex’s cock. They stroked him together as their long digits moved more forcefully inside Echo’s silky channel. Eyce felt his release speeding toward him, and he couldn’t hold it at bay any longer.

“Come for me, my loves.” The endearment slipped through his lips before Eyce could call it back. Too lost in the sensations coursing through his body, he couldn’t bring himself to care. His dick swelled inside Hex’s heated tunnel, fire spread throughout his body, and his balls ached with the need for release. “Now,” he growled, giving a sharp jab of his hips to Hex’s hungry ass at the same time he curled his finger beside Fiero’s, brushing over Echo’s sweet spot.

Echo howled, his body stilling as his muscles tensed, and he pushed to the back of Hex’s throat. Hex’s grunt followed swiftly, his inner walls squeezing Eyce’s cock like a vise, and sticky ropes of semen shot from his slit, coating Eyce’s and Fiero’s hands and wrists.

Fiero growled, releasing Hex’s dick and winding his arm securely around Eyce’s waist as he gave one final plunge and froze. Wet, sticky warmth splashed against Eyce’s inner walls, filling his ass and leaking out around his lover’s engorged shaft.

Once his men were sated, Eyce finally let go and buried himself in Hex’s welcoming body as he roared out his release. He’d had more orgasms than he could count over the years, but this one felt different. It rocked him right down to his very soul, and his chest tightened almost painfully as a glowing warmth surrounded him.