Chapter Thirty-Two

The first time he’d made love to her was the best moment of his life. At least that’s what Garen believed until just now.

Having Melody’s legs wrapped around him, his cock still throbbing inside her, and Skye’s rough hands holding him tight while they kissed, might have very well exceeded that by tenfold.

Twice now, he’d found Nirvana with a woman he’d fallen in love with the second he’d touched her, but never believed he could find completion with, even if he’d been allowed to.

~“See, she is for you.”~ Skye’s deep tone bored into his brain, but Garen rejected the underlying message. Skye wanted to give Melody up, and Garen wanted Skye to have her. He knew better than to argue because they’d both agreed to abide by ~her~ choice.

~“Maybe I’ll be the lucky one she chooses, maybe not,” ~Garen sent back, smirking into the luscious kiss Skye gave him.

One orgasm wasn’t enough. He hoisted Melody up, ignoring her protests, and carried her into the house, leaving their clothes on the deck.

She laughed delightedly at his nuzzled promises. “I’m going to make you come five more times just like that,” he said while he carried her up the stairs. He held her against him with one arm while he held Skye’s hand behind him, pulling the Blue along in their wake.

“I have one rule,” Melody said when he set her down inside her the airy master bathroom. “No messing up Mom’s house. No breaking things … all right?”

“Do you have the urge for destruction, Melody?” Skye asked coyly. He slunk toward her and wrapped his arms around her waist, lifting her and shoving her ass into the row of cosmetics atop her mother’s built-in vanity. Bottles crashed to the floor and Melody gasped and wrapped her legs around Skye’s hips. Her blue eyes met Garen’s over Skye’s shoulder, seeming to ask for help but unable to articulate it.

Garen didn’t have the will to help. He’d had a taste of her. More than one, and all he wanted was to taste more now. He closed in and found her lips—the only part of her body that wasn’t monopolized by his friend. Skye’s cock was buried in her now and she grasped at both of them, turning her head between them to kiss them each in turn.

Her hand went between his legs and found his cock, tugged at it, her brows creased like she wished she could do more but hadn’t the facilities to. Then her head went back against the mirror and she cried out with another orgasm, the sweet rush of energy flooding out of her—flooding into him in such a rush that he came again with a hot rush over her stroking hand.

He stared down at the creamy streaks of his own spend in astonishment. Since when had a woman’s simple tug of his cock reduced him to this kind of exquisite humiliation?

“Sweetie, you look embarrassed,” Melody said, raising her hand and licking his fluids off it. As if that would help. All it did was humiliate him further and make him unbearably hard again.

And to make matters worse, Skye grabbed her hand and used his true tongue to finish the job, humming in appreciation with every sweep of that glorious appendage over Melody’s knuckles. She gasped when Skye pulled two of her fingers deep into his mouth and sucked, closing his eyes as though savoring.

“He has a lovely flavor, doesn’t he?” Skye said. He pulled out of Melody and turned toward Garen, placing both hands solidly on his shoulders. He pushed Garen toward the shower, pressing hot kisses against his lips at every step and making it difficult to maintain his balance as he was urged backward through the door. Melody laughed and sidled around to move ahead of them, turning on the water while Skye teased him with playful kisses.

Yet in Skye’s eyes, Garen saw the same wistful, tortured look he knew he held in his own. One of them would lose her at the end of this. They would both lose each other, too.

How could he reconcile that loss? Melody, or Skye? And was this revelry enough to balance out the pain he would feel tomorrow?

Because regardless of her choice, he would be heartbroken.

Hot water beat down on the back of his neck and Melody’s arms slid around him from behind. Her lips pressed gently between his shoulder blades as her hands roamed over his torso, her caresses just as arousing as the press of Skye’s hips from the front. Even though he had no more need for energy after two rounds with them, his body was still hungry for more. With every touch, he wished for the next, and the next, but at the same time wished to slow things down, make this day last.

He pulled away from Skye’s tender kisses and turned, wrapping Melody in his arms and peering down at her. Either he would always have her or he would always miss her. He cupped her face in his hands and just looked, committing every curve and line of her face to memory. She blinked up at him with wet lashes framing her blue eyes.

“Garen,” she whispered, her eyes searching his. “Don’t.”

“Don’t what, Melody?” he asked. “Don’t love you?”

“Don’t look at me like today’s already over, please. We’re just getting started.” In spite of the determination in her tone, he heard a slight quaver and loved her even more for it. Skye still held him tightly from behind, unmoving. His friend was pressed against him from shoulder to hips, lips grazing the back of Garen’s neck.

“If I could die at any moment of my choosing, I would choose this moment,” Garen whispered. He released Melody’s face and laughed out loud. “But I do love a challenge, so let’s see if we can find more moments worth dying for.”

Skye squeezed him tighter and Melody smacked him hard in the chest. “Nobody’s ~dying~! Don’t even say that!”

Garen hoisted her up and pressed her hard against the tile wall, murmuring in her ear. “Dying would be a better fate than losing you and Skye, Melody.” He bent to her breast, capturing a nipple and sucking until she gasped and tugged at his hair. He looked at her, amazed yet again at how strongly her aura pulsed just from his attention.

Behind him, Skye moved a step back and then he returned, hands slick with soap rubbing over Garen’s shoulders.

“It is said that the moment of a dragon’s death is akin to the greatest moment of Nirvana he or she had during life,” Skye said. His blue eyes met hers, flashing with their inner light, over Garen’s shoulder. “Every moment of bliss with you is worth dying for, Melody.”

Garen would die right now if it meant ensuring her lifelong happiness, but he knew from her look that she was every bit as frantic to find what pleasure they could together before they were split apart.

“Let me give you another moment,” he said, whispering the words in her ear just as her ankles locked around his hips and she urged him closer. Her hand guided his cock into her and she rested her head back on the wet tiled wall with a sigh as he buried himself deeper.

Her wet sheath hugged him, searing his sensitive skin. His pulse raced as he looked down into her eyes. Her fingers clung to his shoulders and she gasped, eyelids fluttering when he tilted his hips so slowly into her.

He’d have been lost in her eyes except for the way they flicked behind him, reminding him of the person he’d never have forgotten. His focus on Skye had receded today, however. He turned his head and spat shower water from his mouth to look at Skye.

“Stop looking at me. Make her come again. I’ll be right here …” Skye’s voice grew rough in his ear as his hand slid with soapy slickness over Garen’s back. His fingers clutched Garen’s ass and squeezed, slipping in between his cheeks.

He looked back down at Melody, her eyes wide with need, and moved his hips in one long, slow stroke.

Melody’s breath stuttered and her head fell back against the tiles again. Her breasts heaved with an inhaled breath that she held for the length of time it took him to pull his cock out of her again.

Was she holding it for him? His tip throbbed at her hot center for a second before he slammed back into her. She let the breath out in a beautiful cry, her wet lips opening up and drinking in the water that streamed down on them.

Skye’s movements around him were thankfully familiar enough for him to push to his periphery. Skye’s lovemaking was intense, but predictable. Melody’s was new and glorious. Having her clinging to him now, with all four wet limbs, was more than he’d imagined he’d find with any woman.

The fact of Skye’s thick cock sinking into his ass while he did so was just expected. And made it even harder for him to keep the moment solidly in the “fantasy” realm.

He could’ve believed making love to Melody for a day had all been a dream. He could have walked away happy that he’d had a chance to know what loving a woman so much ~should~ feel like. But Skye’s presence forced his mind to shift from living out a fantasy to experiencing reality. The reality Garen would do anything to keep if he could.

But he couldn’t, and he was helpless to change anything but this moment.

His throat constricted just as the sob threatened to come forth. Melody’s eyes were closed, for which he was grateful. Skye knew, though. Skye always knew. But he didn’t say anything, at least. Instead, Skye simply slowed his pace and slid his hands down along Melody’s thighs to cover Garen’s hands where they still clutched Melody’s ass to hold her up.

His lips teased at Garen’s ear. “I’m of a mind to break laws today, brother.”