Page 64 of Explorer’s Revenge

FIFTY-THREE

WAY

One month later . . .

W hile Logan learns to use his new prosthetic and vlogs his journey with us, we have taken small jobs closer to home—some base jumping and plane walks, those kinds of things—as well as charity events which are good for the company.

Today is no exception as we make our way into a party dressed to the nines.

We have to shake hands with the rich and philanthropic sponsors of Venture and play nice.

Usually, I wouldn’t even bother to turn up, but after one look at Maeve in a dress, you bet your ass I got mine in a tux and followed her.

It’s black and clings to her incredible body.

There’s a strap over her left shoulder, while her right one is bare, showcasing her amazing scars.

The fabric dips under her breasts and flares out a little at her knees, gathering at the side to show her leg.

I know she is self-conscious about the scars on her thigh, but she’s getting better about it, and I’m so proud of her for showing them off tonight.

She is the most beautiful person in the entire party, and she seems oblivious to the effect she has on us all.

We’ve had a month of learning our way around this new relationship together.

Rather than having separate houses, Ajax found us one that was big enough for all of us, and that’s where we live now with Maeve.

We claimed it was for ease since we are a team, but it just makes life easier since we are dating as well.

Dating.

She officially agreed to date all of us. We haven’t made it public knowledge, and we might never do that, since the world might not accept it, but it’s enough that we and the people we care about know.

There have been some fights and jealousy, but we are navigating our way through it, although there is never a dull moment with her around.

I know she, like us, is itching to get back out there, but for now, we settle for this, and when the first song of the night kicks up, I steal her hand before any of the other hungry beasts she’s dating can and pull her onto the dance floor, leaving Wilder and the others to schmooze and make nice.

I swing her around, and her eyes widen. “I didn’t expect you to know how to dance.”

“My mom used to teach me,” I tell her, pulling her close, my hand on her waist as I lean down. “You look incredible tonight.”

“I know.” She chuckles. “Your hands are wandering.”

“Can you blame me?” I murmur, glancing at Aiyaret to check on him, but he’s laughing with Logan and Rick.

He looks so fucking handsome in his suit that I nearly didn’t let him out of the house.

When he catches my eye, he winks at us and turns away.

We are learning how it works as we date each other, but there don’t seem to be any issues between us.

Maeve cares for both of us, and we care for her.

“I don’t know. You’re usually so restrained.

” That’s the truth. Maeve and I have kissed and fooled around, but I’ve never had her in my bed.

I was worried about rushing it with her and how Aiy would feel, but he doesn’t seem to care.

If anything, he’s pushing me to take that step.

He says our relationship is different from the one I have with her, that they are separate things and my heart is big enough for both of us.

I don’t make any stipulations on their relationship.

If anything, they are closer than any of us.

They sleep in the same bed most nights, and it got so bad, I just started sleeping with them so I could be close to them.

Some nights, it’s a puppy pile as the others join them, and other nights, it’s just us. Maybe it should be weird, but it works.

“Not tonight. Tonight, you’re mine,” I tell her, and I mean it. Her shudder makes me grin, and I slip my hand lower still, feeling every soft inch of her against me.

“Promises, promises.” She steps back as the song ends. “We’ll see.” Wilder is there before I can respond, and he sweeps her up in a dance as I walk back to our table.

Aiyaret’s hand covers mine as I sit, and I share his drink as I watch them. “She looks amazing.” He sighs. “So do you. I’m one lucky man.”

“No, I am,” I reply as I kiss his cheek. “Are you sure you’re okay with her and me dating?”

“Way, how many times have we discussed this?” He sighs, sounding annoyed.

“Too many,” I answer. “I just never want to do anything to hurt you.”

“And you won’t. I love Maeve, and I love you, so why wouldn’t I want the two people I love most to be together? Stop fighting what you want just for me. She wants you.” I follow his gaze to see her watching me, and I see the hungry look in her eyes. “Though, she might eat you alive.”

“Shut up,” I mutter, but I lean into him. “It changes nothing between us.”

“No, it doesn’t,” he murmurs. “Just like my relationship with her doesn’t, but if you don’t hurry, you might lose your spot in her heart and bed.”

Those words haunt me all night as I’m paraded around and forced to interact.

My eyes find her constantly, and by the time we are back home, I’m almost crazed by them.

Aiy chuckles like he knows and wraps his arm around Logan’s waist to assist him since he’s tired.

“Let’s go get a drink.” The others follow him to the kitchen.

Maeve begins to walk in their direction as well, when I take two steps and block her path.

“Did you forget?” I ask. “You’re mine tonight.” Before she can speak or give me sass, I bend over, scoop her over my shoulder, and turn. I march upstairs to my room, where I kick the door shut and toss her on my bed. She watches me with wide eyes before she lurches off it and tackles me.

Catching her midair, I slam her against my door as her lips find mine, her hands tugging at my jacket and shirt until she’s touching skin.

I shove it off for her so she can explore, sliding her hands across my muscles before she trails her lips down my chest and bites my pec.

“Maeve,” I hiss.

Her eyes meet mine, dark and lustful, as she sinks her teeth in deeper.

My hips flex as pain mixes with the pleasure, and then she pulls back, licking the mark she left behind.

I hoist her up, knocking her hands away.

She can play later. Maeve grips my arms, digging into the muscles there she loves.

She adores that I’m able to throw her around—I know that from experience—and that look in her eyes when I do it always makes me grin.

“The dress and heels will stay on,” I warn her as I pull the black material up and slide my hand inside her panties.

Groaning, she digs one of the heels into my ass, the pain making me groan and kiss her.

I spin us and throw us down across the bed, my fingers finding her clit and rubbing it as I suck on her tongue.

After months of teasing, flirting, petting, and touching, neither of us can stand it anymore. I should be soft and gentle, since it’s our first time together, but I can’t, and she can’t seem to either.

She turns her head as she pants, and I lick down her neck, sucking the juncture of it until she writhes, pressing against my hand and body for more.

Gripping her chin, I guide her head toward me and suck on her lips until she whines.

“I’ve wanted to fuck you for so long, Maeve.

” I have, but I was worried about Aiyaret.

I wanted our relationship to be solid. We talked about it at length, and she understood, but all that waiting has driven me insane with need for her.

“Then what the hell are you waiting for?” she snaps, smacking my hand aside and rolling us so she straddles me.

Maeve shoves the top of her dress down, causing it to gather around her waist, her curls tumbling over her shoulder.

“You’ve been winding me up all night. I don’t need your fingers or your mouth. I want your dick.”

Lifting my hips, I dislodge her, and when she rolls, I pin her down again, my lips finding her nipple and sucking as her legs wrap around me.

“Stop being a brat,” I growl, biting her nipple until she cries out.

“No,” she retorts, unfastening my pants before she grips my cock. My head hangs as pleasure washes through me from her expert touch. I thrust into her grip, trying to stop myself, but she feels so fucking good.

“You like that, big guy? You’ll like my pussy more, so stop fucking around.” She lets go and slaps my side.

“I’m big, Maeve. You know that?—”

“And I can take you, so shut the fuck up,” she snaps, “or I’ll find one of the others.” She goes to move past me, so I slam her down, circling her throat with my fingers and squeezing until her eyes bug from her head.

“Not tonight you won’t,” I promise darkly. “You’ll be here until morning, and even then, I won’t have had my fill.” Yanking the dress up higher, I rip her thong and toss it aside before I shove my pants down. “Such a fucking brat.”

“You love it,” she teases with a grin, but it falls away when she feels me at her entrance. We’ve all been tested and talked about safety—not a very sexy conversation, but necessary—so I know tonight, I can take her raw. She even asked me to.

Tightening my hand on her neck, I force her to look at me as I push into her, slow and steady even as she wiggles, wanting it faster. Every time she does, I stop until she relents. “Good girl,” I praise, and then I slam all the way inside her, letting her feel every long, hard inch of me.

Her cry of pleasure is like music to my ears, so I pull out and slam back in until she makes it again. Her fingers dig into my shoulders before they slide down to my ass and grip it as I flex, fucking her as her chest arches.

“Fuck, you should see yourself,” I praise in a rush.

“So goddamn beautiful. Wait.” Standing, I lift her, and she gasps, clinging to me as I carry her to the huge mirror in the corner of my room.

I bought it for vlogging and Aiy, but as I lower and spin her, it does the trick.

Her hands press to the glass as I kick her legs open and press inside her.

She looks so fucking small in front of me, even though she isn’t. I just dwarf her. Her sleek, tan skin glows in the low lighting of my room, and her breasts move with the force of my thrusts, her perfect pink nipples ripe for sucking.

She’s sin incarnate right now and all mine.

“We look good together,” she rasps as she pushes back, using the mirror for leverage. “You should put a mirror above your bed so you can watch me ride you.”

“Jesus.” My cock throbs at her thought, and that’s what I’ll be doing tomorrow, but right now, I focus on her.

My mouth brushes her ear as I bottom out inside her, giving her every inch before tilting her forward to drag it over her G-spot.

“If you’re a good girl, I’ll let you come until you can’t see anymore. ”

“Me? Good? Never.” She leans back into me, squeezing her cunt around my length until I yank on her hips and drive into her. “But if you’re bad, I’ll let you fuck me until you can’t walk.”

Maeve fucking Carter is the only person to ever meet my challenges with one of her own, and I can’t wait to find out which one of us is wrong.

My palm presses against the mirror above hers as the slap of our bodies joining fills my bedroom. My chest heaves with my breath, every muscle locking up as I hold back my release. She’s just so fucking sexy, so hot and wet, dripping down my cock, but I won’t come until she does.

We have all night to enjoy each other. All of our lives, actually.

“Call me that again,” she mutters, her eyes shutting as I nip her ear.

“Call you wh—” My lips tilt in a smile. “My good girl?”

I feel her clench around me and chuckle.

“So, you misbehave, but you like to be called my good girl.” I bite her earlobe until she hisses and opens her eyes.

I meet her gaze in the mirror. “Good to know. Now come for me, my good girl. I want to feel you drench my cock with it. I want them all to hear.”

My hand slides around her neck, lifting her again, while my other one grips her hip.

She gasps as I drive into her until she falls over the edge, writhing on my cock, but I still fuck her, moving harder, faster, until one release flows into the next.

She claws at my hand and arm, the slight pain making me roar as I slam into her, my release exploding from my cock.

Falling forward into the mirror, I keep her pinned in place as we pant. I leave my dick deep inside her, keeping my cum where I want it. When I eat her later, I want to taste us mixed together.

Her eyes open as she relaxes into my hold, and I tilt her head up, kissing her as I recover. “Good boy,” she teases, and my softening cock quickly hardens again, making her laugh.

“Oh, that’s it, Maeve. You’re in for it now,” I warn.

“Oh, I’m so scared,” she teases. “How ever will I survive multiple orgasms? Oh, wait . . .”

“Such a fucking brat,” I grumble as I smile, meeting her eyes in the mirror again as I hear the others downstairs, talking and laughing. She must hear them, too, because her smile matches mine.

Our family is in our home, and none of us have ever been happier.

Who knew this is where we would end up? Not me, but I have everything I could ever dream of and more, and I’ll spend the rest of my years exploring this happiness with them.

Lifting her, I stumble to the bed and lower us down. “Now, time for round two,” I say as she groans, but she screams not long after, just like I wanted and promised.