Three Men and a Woman: Evangeline (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) (14 page)

How could she possibly choose?

“That’s not going to happen.” No. She would never be able to choose. She never should have had the smallest fantasy that she could have them in her life. She should have turned her back on every one of them last week. Because, of course they would think they were in charge. That she would bow to their will.
She’ll need to choose.
Speaking of her as though she weren’t even present.

Evangeline pulled her hands away, walked to the door, and opened it. “You guys are still the idiots you were the day I met you. Go away.” She motioned out the door. “Each of you. Go find a woman to love and make your own children.”

None of them moved.

Briggs spoke first. “I see a woman to love right here, Ev. Just like I did ten days ago.”

Chase walked to her and, over her shoulder, pushed the door closed. “So do I. Like last Sunday. “

“Yeah. Me, too. Saturday.” That was Gio. “What did you think that meant, Ev? Did you think you were nothing but a quick fuck to us?” He stopped and looked around, started again. “To me, I mean. What made you think you could run?” He crossed his arms over his chest. “You’re going to have to choose.”

Evangeline didn’t like the way Chase hovered over her. She ducked under his arm and moved away—away from all of them.

“You guys are crazy. I haven’t seen you for eight years, and now all three of you are, what? Proposing?” She got a handle on her ire and lowered her voice. “Doesn’t that seem a little crazy to you?”

“We don’t expect you to marry us right off.” Chase paused, realizing, like Gio, exactly what he’d said. “One of us, I mean. It’s reasonable to take some time, see how you feel about it. We—one of us—could just spend some time with you. With Maisy, too. It’s just, you’d have to decide which one.”

Evvie shook her head, certain of what she knew. “It won’t ever work.” She looked at each of them. “You all took me in. You guys taught me to read. Briggs, you taught me to love it. Gio, you took me home and fed me in your mother’s kitchen. Chase, you bought me winter boots. Which one of you should I love less? How can you imagine that I could choose?”

Briggs looked at her, and she knew he believed her. That was something, at least.

“Then we’ll do the testing.” He looked at his friends. “Whoever is Maisy’s father gets them both.”

None of them liked that idea, she could tell. Not even Briggs, who proposed it.

Chase dug his hands into his pockets and looked at the floor. “I suppose that’s best.”

Gio crossed his arms over his chest. “I don’t like it.”

Evvie waved the objection away. “You guys don’t understand. I love you all. I always have and always will. Even if I married one of you, I wouldn’t stop loving the others. Which of you would want to live with that? It just won’t work.”

Briggs watched her carefully. “You love us all, Evvie? You
could
love us all?”

He stepped closer and put a hand along her neck. He was tall, so much taller than she was, standing there barefooted. They all were, all of them six feet or more, and suddenly, they surrounded her again.

Briggs leaned in and touched his lips to hers.

Evvie shuddered. She wanted this. She wanted Briggs to kiss her. With a little surrendering moan, she leaned into his hand.

He took, and she let him have her. His mouth opened over hers, lips brushing hard and then tongue delving in. He tasted her, groaning as he went deeper.

She felt a hand at her waist, an arm pulling her away. She was turned, and then Gio had her mouth. He kissed her just as aggressively.

God help her, she wanted that, too. While Briggs kissed her she’d slid a hand along his neck, feeling the pulse of his heartbeat there. Her hand stayed where it was, keeping her connection to Briggs even as Giovanni owned her mouth. Even as she lifted her other hand to circle Giovanni’s shoulder.

Then Chase had her, taking her from Giovanni’s arms into his own. He kissed her, sliding his hands down body, bringing her close against him.

She felt his erection rise against her belly. The others moved in closer. She savored the heat of them as they pressed against her. Giovanni slid a hand in to cover her breast. He squeezed, finding her nipple with thumb and forefinger, and she moaned again.

Chase lifted his head but held her close, a hand on either side of her neck. He looked from one of his friends to the other and then back at her. “Evvie,” he said, his voice rough. “What do you want us to do?”

Giovanni’s hand squeezed her nipple hard. She shuddered and, with a moan, looked up at him. Watching her, he deliberately ran his hand down until he was at her center, rubbing at her clit through the denim of her jeans.

She shivered again, wanting that touch. She swallowed hard. Chase had asked what she wanted. So she told him. “Keep going.” She lifted up to kiss Chase again and moved her hand to circle Briggs’s neck. “Don’t stop.”

At some unspoken signal they were all in. Briggs took her head with one hand, digging into a kiss. With the other, he found her breast.

One of them—Chase?—was at her other side. Two male hands found her nipples and worked them, tugging and pulling.

Giovanni murmured, “Mouth,” and she was turned there. He kissed her hard, even while he was still working at her clit. Then it was Chase kissing her, and Giovanni’s free hand went to her ass.

Evvie started humming, moaning out her arousal.

She’d had six sexual encounters in her life. The night of the funeral, when three men had made silent, urgent love to her. They’d been intense and needy, but each had given her an orgasm. It was lovely, endearing, and meaningful.

Then that weekend of unexpectedly meeting up with each of them, when she’d learned the wild thrill of passionate lovemaking.

But it hadn’t been this. This was incredibly arousing, unbelievably erotic. Each man pressed into her enough that she felt his hard-on. Each was kissing her, touching her, driving her into a sexual frenzy.

They crowded in close. Giovanni’s fingers were pushing her to orgasm, and her body started to rock. She arched her back, offering her breasts. She was panting out urgent, needy breaths.

“She’s fucking going to come, Gio. Finish her off.” Chase kissed her roughly then backed off to let her catch her breath.

Mouths and hands, wickedly skilled fingers touched her everywhere. One of them had found his way up her shirt now, and she felt hot skin against her flesh. Fingers pinched and tugged at her nipples, a seductive addition to the determined stimulation of her clit. In front of her, Chase held her face, and she pressed into his shoulder, breathing in the male scent of him, burrowing in for safe haven as they drove her.

In just moments more it happened. She moaned, a needy sound that rose in pitch and volume. The swift, relentless stroking of her clit drove her over, an orgasm made all but intolerable by the added stimulation from those other touches.

Evvie nearly collapsed as she spasmed, supported now by the hard bodies that surrounded her. She cried out, slinging her arms around whatever strong shoulder she could reach.

It was long moments before she quieted, before anyone spoke. Then, it was Chase.

“Jesus. Are we going to fuck her?”

“Yes.” Giovanni had no hesitation. “Say yes, Evvie.”

Chase held her, gaze locked onto her, until she said it. Her voice shook with it. “Yes.”

Then Giovanni had her lifted up in his arms. “Where’s your bedroom?”

She lifted an arm from around his neck to point to the stairs. Then she reached for Chase, nearest to her, and caught at his sleeve as Giovanni carried her away. Chase and Briggs exchanged a look, then came along behind.

Following her directions, Giovanni moved swiftly. He took her to the bed and set her on her feet. Then he pulled her close and kissed her. He had his hands at her waist, rocking his pelvis against her. His hands moved, and he took hold of her shirt, pulling up until his fingers were on bare skin above her jeans. He stroked along denim, letting his fingers dip in.

He stood back a little when hands touched her from behind. She turned her head, and Briggs was there. He kissed her, then took her shirt and lifted it up over her head. Giovanni muttered a curse as he looked at her.

She hadn’t dressed for lovemaking—not this day or any other of her life, except for three days one week before. Her bra was simple white lace and cotton, but it seemed to please Giovanni, and then Chase, too, as he came to stand at his friend’s side. Or maybe it wasn’t the bra so much as the way her breasts lifted with each urgent breath.

Chase placed a hand on her chest, his palm riding the upper curve of her breast. “Is this what you want, Evvie? To have all of us here, loving you?”

She nodded. She couldn’t be less than honest with them. “Yes, Chase. It’s what I want.”

Giovanni had less concern for her agreement. He stroked his finger under her bra on the other side, curling it around her nipple. Then he slid it along the edge and followed the strap up to her shoulder. Tugging, he pulled it down her arm. The fabric caught on her distended nipple, and she cried out as he yanked hard to release it, the lace chafing against her already inflamed tissue.

“Jesus, God.” Giovanni murmured.

“She’s fucking beautiful,” Chase agreed.

Giovanni gave her a long look as he took hold of her bare breast and lifted it. Then he swooped down and took her in his mouth.

Hot suction fired a shock of sharp arousal that stirred heat in her pussy. She arched back, giving Giovanni more access and rolling her head into Briggs’s shoulder. He turned his mouth to her, growling and nipping at her ear. “Evvie,” he said. “We’re going to have you. All of us. We’re going to fuck you. Together.”

He strummed his fingers up her abs until he covered her other breast. Then he bared that one, too, and took hard hold of her nipple. She moaned, needy again despite that wild orgasm they’d just given her.

“Yes,” she whimpered. “Yes. Please.”

Chase nudged in closer. He hooked his fingers into her jeans and unfastened the button. Slowly, he ratcheted down the zipper.

He hummed out a breath of pleasure when he uncovered her undies, though Evvie knew he was seeing only the white cotton of her low-ride bikini. He ran his finger over there, dipping in just enough to brush her clit, already so sensitized.

She moaned, and Giovanni lifted her head. “Get her out of those. I want to see her pussy.”

Chase leaned in, kissing her breast wetly and then working at her jeans, lowering them down her hips and past her thighs. At the same time, Briggs unfastened her bra and slipped it away.

Giovanni had stepped back to watch. He tore his shirt over his head and tossed it to the floor. Looking at her, naked and on display for him now, he opened his jeans.

Behind her, Briggs held her breasts and thumbed her nipples. Chase palmed her abdomen and then slid his fingers down, pressing between her legs. He drew her attention as he pushed his middle finger into her.

“Ohh,” Evvie moaned. Giovanni’s gaze was on her, Briggs and Chase’s touch. It was all so much. “Ohh.”

Her eyes were nearly rolling back in her head, but she managed to watch as Giovanni pulled out his cock. He was long and thick, urgently pulsing with every beat of his heart. He stroked himself as he watched Chase finger fuck her.

Evvie shuddered. She could see the droplet of moisture on the tip of his cock, and the hot desire in his eyes.

“I don’t have a damn condom, Evvie. “ He looked around at the whole group. “I can promise I won’t spread around any diseases, but I can’t promise I won’t make her pregnant. The truth is, I don’t care if I do. I didn’t care last week, either.”

“Jesus,” Chase cursed. “Are we going to be idiots again?”

“You wear a condom if you want.” Giovanni answered. “If she gets pregnant with my kid, then I guess that makes her mine, doesn’t it?”

“I’m guessing it’s too late anyway. You said we were good last week, Ev. What exactly did you mean by that?” Briggs was still behind her, still making her wild with the way he worked her tits. His hot breath at her ear sent shivers down her back. “Evvie? Answer me.”

“I want another baby.”

She hadn’t known it until the moment Briggs asked the question that Friday night. But then, in that second, she wanted it desperately. She hadn’t changed her mind on Saturday, or Sunday, either.

“Jesus,” Chase swore again. “We are fucking nuts.” He bit out each word. “You, too, goddammit, Ev.”

Briggs pulled his tongue out of her ear. “Oh, did I get that wrong? Like maybe you used a condom on Sunday?”

“Fuck, no. Goddammit.”

“Stop talking. We’re decided. Lay her the fuck down,” Giovanni bade. “Kiss her, suck her tits. Whatever you want. But I’m fucking her now.”

“Come on, baby.” Chase kissed her again and slowly removed his finger from her, trailing it, wet from her own desire, along her clit. “Lie down for us.”

Briggs tore the bedding back and steadied her as she went down on the cotton sheet. He took his shirt off, and Chase followed suit.

Evvie moved to the center of the bed. Giovanni stood at the foot, and the others each took a side.