Jeweled (31 page)

Breathing heavily, Gregorio collapsed to her side, holding her close against him and nuzzling her hair. Anatol fit himself against her other side and she reached down, catching his shaft in her hand and stroking him until he groaned. This was one of the tricky things about being in a relationship with two men, making sure neither of them felt left out.

“Now we’re all awake,” she murmured, kissing Anatol.

He pushed her to her back and slanted his mouth across hers hungrily. He pulled away after he’d kissed her breathless. “I won’t be able to sleep after waking up to that.”

She grinned at him. “Me neither.”

“And I can’t think of a reason why we should,” said Gregorio. He met Anatol’s eyes over her head for a meaningful moment.

“What are you two not saying?” she asked.

Gregorio was already out of bed and going through a drawer in a nearby dresser. He came back and sat on the edge of the bed. “Come here, Evangeline.”

She eyed him curiously in the flickering half light of the dying fire in the hearth. He had a few objects in his hand, but she couldn’t tell what they were. “For what?”

He smiled. “Don’t you trust me?”

“Of course I do.”

He inclined his head. “Then take off your nightgown and come over here.”

She pulled her nightgown over her head and let it fall forgotten to the mattress, anticipating a long night of eroticism with Anatol and Gregorio. She scooted over the bed toward him and he pulled her facedown into his lap. Yelping in surprise, she opened her mouth to ask what he was doing, but he slid his hand down over the curve of her buttocks and then in between her legs, making the question dry up on her tongue.

He toyed with her rear entrance, making delicious shivers run through her. “Have you ever taken a man here?”

“Several times. Men are oddly fascinated with the act, I’ve found.” Her breathing quickened as his hand stroked down between her thighs, rubbing her clit.

“So you’ve never enjoyed it?”

Anatol moved to lay on his side by her head. “Of course she hasn’t, Gregorio. Until she could feel emotion, she never enjoyed any sex act.”

Gregorio stroked her climax-sensitive clit straight into bliss. “Ah, well, I think she’ll like this new experience, then. Don’t you, Anatol?”

“What are you doing?” she asked thickly.

“He’s preparing you,” Anatol answered. “You can’t take both of us at the same time without a little practice first.”

“Both of you . . . at the same time.
Oh.
” A shiver of unease went through her. Though she didn’t want to deny them anything they wanted, her history with this particular act was an especially bad one. It had hurt every time.

The sound of a bottle opening caught her ear. “You must be stretched a little. Neither myself nor Anatol are small men.”

“Stretched? I never had to be stretched before.”

“No?” asked Gregorio. “And how did you like taking a man in your rear, then?”

“It was awful, painful. I endured it badly.”

“Ah, yes. So you see you need to be prepared. This will be cold.” Gregorio smeared something on her nether area and she jolted in his lap. “Sorry. It will soon be forgotten.”

He eased the tip of an object inside her and her body tensed. Sweet pleasure with the slightest edge of discomfort to make it more poignant eased through her body. Her breath hitched in her throat.

“Good?” Gregorio asked.

“Odd, confusing.” He eased the object in another inch and she could feel it was graduated in width, stretching her wider as it went. She moaned. “It’s good.”

“I thought so.” Gregorio’s lust-husky voice held a note of satisfaction.

He stroked her clit, keeping her right on the edge of a climax, as he worked the object in and out of her, pushing it farther within until she was squirming on his lap in a hot mess of need. Pairing pleasure with an edge of pain so sharp she barely felt it.

“
Please,
” she cried. Arousal held her body in tight grip and she needed to be released.

Anatol watched Gregorio thrusting the object into her rear with eyes dark with desire. One of his big hands stroked his rigid cock from base to tip, making her crazy at the sight.

“Gregorio,” she implored, “please.”

“Yes, my sweet. It’s almost time.” Gregorio pulled the object from her body and Evangeline pushed him back onto the bed, desperate to have him inside her.

She crawled up his body and lowered herself down onto his hard cock, sinking him deep within her cunt. She flipped her hair back from her face, arching her spine and moaning as she rose up and sank back down on him, riding him.

Then Anatol was behind her, pushing her forward to lay on Gregorio. His cock was slicked with some kind of lubricant and the crown breached her nether entrance easily. Her breath hissed out and her fingers clenched the sheets. Inch by inch he speared into her, filling her up.

Soon the three of them were joined in the most intimate way imaginable, Evangeline between the two men. She panted, her thought processes sluggish at best from the massive physical experience they were giving her. Both her entrances filled and stretched beyond belief, the sensations seemed to mesh and merge, weave and blend.

All of it was pleasure.

Then the men began to move. Soon they found a rhythm that connected all three of their bodies in concert. The sound of their breath and the slide of skin-on-skin was soon all that could be heard. Gregorio yanked her head down to his and speared his tongue deep into her mouth. The sensations seemed to blend seamlessly; she wasn’t sure where Anatol began and Gregorio ended.

Their cocks thrust in and out, building ecstasy inside her until she couldn’t think or form words. All the pleasure centers of her body were stimulated and she held perfectly still, letting the bliss wash over and through her. Giving her men sexual ecstasy as they gave it back to her.

Her climax built to an incredible level and exploded. Evangeline cried out when she came in the most powerful climax of her life, the pleasure pouring through her like a heavy wave that made her knees weak and made her vision grow dark for a moment. Her eyes filled with tears and her hands found Gregorio, her fingers twisting his hair.

Her orgasm triggered Gregorio’s and then Anatol’s. The men groaned, their cocks jumping deep within her body as they spilled their seed.

Exhausted, they fell into the middle of the bed and curled up with one another, limbs intertwined. Evangeline’s breath came fast and her heart pounded. She had no words to describe the experience of having both these men she cared so much about making love to her at the same time.

Tears pricked her eyes and Anatol wiped them away when they fell, while Gregorio nuzzled her hair and neck. They finally fell asleep wrapped around one another, Evangeline nestled safely in the middle.

 

 

“It’s beautiful here.” Evangeline stared down into the tree-lined, cobblestone streets of Arentz, the capital of Ameranzi Province.

“Yes.” Anatol came to stand beside her at the window of the hotel where they were staying. “I don’t remember it, of course. They took me when I was four years old.”

She glanced at him. His brows were drawn up and the lines around his mouth seemed abnormally deep. “Are you sure you want to do this?”

He took a moment to answer. “If I don’t do it, I’ll always wonder.” He paused. “Yes, I want this.”

She looked back down at the street. Anatol was much braver than she was. She still wasn’t sure if she wanted to track down her birth family yet, the way Anatol had done. By this time tomorrow they would be at his family’s hat shop, a store that was only a few streets away from the hotel. Arentz wasn’t very far from Milzyr, but even leaving early in the morning they’d arrived in Arentz too late to visit today. The shop was already closed.

“I’m just sorry that Gregorio couldn’t be here,” Anatol murmured.

Evangeline tasted his emotions and found calm. That meant he was likely speaking the truth. He and Gregorio had developed a deep friendship over the last few weeks and the flashes of jealousy she got from him—from both of them—had waned considerably. She thought that was partly because she never missed an opportunity to show Anatol or Gregorio that each one of them was special to her.

She turned to face him, winding her arms around his waist and burying her face in the crook of his neck.“I’m sorry he’s not here, too.”

Anatol grunted his agreement. His arms came around her and held her close. For a moment the only sound was the fire crackling in the hearth and the thump of Anatol’s heart. She closed her eyes and enjoyed the moment.

“Of course, there is a part of me that’s happy I get some alone time with you.” Anatol’s voice rumbled out of him.

She lifted her head and smiled at him. He hooked her hair behind her ear. “Hmmm, yes, and alone time we have since it’s only twilight and we have to wait until morning to see your family.” She affected an innocent expression. “Whatever shall we do with all that time alone?”

Anatol let out a low chuckle, drew down the blind, and led her to the bed. “I can think of a few things.”

“You can?” she continued with her mock innocence. “Will you . . .
show
me?”

He growled and pulled her against him, covering her mouth with his while he worked at getting her out of her clothes. Moments later they collapsed naked onto the bed, laughing.

Anatol rolled her onto her back and stared down at her. “I love you, Evangeline.”

Her smile faded as she looked up at him. The words were there, right there in her throat.
I love you, too.
All she had to do was give them a little air and they’d be free. And yet that old fear still lurked. The shadow of that deep, unending well of grief deep inside her. Of memories just out of reach. They made her too afraid to admit she loved him. So afraid that if she made that kind of commitment and then she lost him, she would fall into that well and be lost forever.

“It’s all right.” Anatol kissed her. “You don’t have to say it. I can see it. You show me you love me every day.”

He slipped his hand down to her breast and toyed with her nipple until her breathing hitched. She found his cock and stroked it from base to tip until a shudder of pleasure escaped him.

“Are you sure you won’t be bored with just one of us here to pleasure you?” Anatol growled as he dropped his hand between her thighs and found her warm and willing.

She sighed as his hand stroked her, tasting his emotions.
Curiosity
.
Unease.

Rolling him onto his back, she mounted him, his cock sliding deep. Arching her spine and letting her hair cascade down her back, she closed her eyes and moaned as he filled her. His hands roved her outthrust breasts, teasing and tweaking her nipples. “Oh, Anatol,” she sighed. “No, not bored. Never with you.”

Satisfaction infused his emotions, followed quickly by complete and total lust.

Her hips rolling, she rode him, his cock sliding in and out of her and sending waves of pleasure through her. He found her clit and stroked it with his thumb until she was a quivering mess of need.

Suddenly he flipped her to her back. Anatol rolled her to her stomach and she pushed up onto her knees, offering her backside to him. He was on her in an instant, his chest warming her back and his cock tunneling hard and fast into her cunt.

Her fingers found and gripped the blankets as he took her aggressively. His hand snaked around her front, stroking her clit and the sensitive folds of her sex around her filled entrance until she spasmed in climax on the bed beneath him.

When her climax ebbed, he withdrew and flipped her to her back, lifting her knees to spread her wide and entering her once again. His mouth came down on hers as he hilted inside her and her fingers tangled in his hair. Mouths meshing, they moved together.

She proceeded to show him she was not bored until well into the morning hours.

 

 

The next morning dawned unseasonably warm. Hands linked and dressed in their finest, they traveled to Anatol’s parents’ hat shop several streets over. When they neared it, Anatol paused on the street, staring through the plate glass window at the stout woman taking inventory behind a long counter.

Evangeline squeezed his hand. “Is that your mother?”

He nodded. “I think so.”

She smiled. “I can sense her emotions. She feels like a very biddable woman, compassionate and caring.”

“I can’t see any truth by just looking at her.”

“Maybe it’s because you’re too close to this emotionally. You feel twisted up inside.”

He swallowed. “I am.”

After a moment, he seemed to shake off a little of his worry and walked to the door. The little bell attached to the top tinkled brightly as they entered.

The smiling woman turned with a hatbox in her hands. “Can I help you—
oh!
” The hatbox tumbled to the floor.

Anatol knelt to pick it up at the same time his flustered mother did. His mother suddenly burst into tears and embraced him, fair tackling him to the floor of the shop. “Anatol, we thought you’d been killed during the revolution! We thought we’d never see you again!” She dissolved into noisy tears, rocking Anatol back and forth as though he were just a toddler again.

Anatol enveloped his mother in a tentative embrace at first. Then his emotion seemed to break and he embraced his mother with everything he had, burying his face in her hair.

Tears pricked Evangeline’s eyes at the sight. She stood watching the scene with a hand pressed to her lips to keep from crying.

“Emelda,
what
is going on out here?” A man that looked like a much older version of Anatol came out from behind the counter. “Blessed Joshui,” he breathed, seeing his wife on the floor.
“What are you doing?”

“It’s Anatol, Nicoli,” she cried. “He’s come home.
Finally
.”