For the Love of a God [Gods of Olympus] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) (8 page)

The sparkle of interest in her gaze was enough to convince him that he was heading in the right direction. “Yes, that.”

Neil raised his hand, grabbing their attention. “Just for the record, I’ve never had a threesome.”

Eros couldn’t say the same thing. Hell, he was older than recorded history and the god of love. Of course he’d had threesomes. He’d had orgies, for that matter. So he cleared his own throat in a neutral sound before continuing. “Yes, that. Are you okay with this? Because I want to know where you stand before we go any further. I mean, we can just go to my place and watch a movie, or it can go…as far as you want.”

She paused, and Eros could tell she was giving his question some serious thought. He gave her credit for actually thinking things through. If the two of them had been proposing a ménage to him instead of the other way around, he would have had Neil pull over the car and gotten freaky in the backseat.

“Let’s just go back to your place, order a pizza, and go from there,” she finally said.

Eros nodded. He could live with that. “Still like pepperoni, mushrooms, and onions?” They’d ordered plenty of pizzas during their tutoring sessions.

She giggled and turned halfway around in her seat to speak with him. “I think we should skip the onions, don’t you?”

“Can we throw some pineapple on it?” Neil asked.

Eros wrinkled his nose. Pineapple on pizza was something that never should have been invented. “We can get two pizzas,” he answered, pulling out his cell phone and dialing his favorite pizzeria. “What do you guys want?”

Eros finished up his order as Neil pulled into the driveway. Eros shot out of the car and opened Talia’s door for her. It was an old habit that he’d never quite grown out of. He was thousands of years old, after all. It was hard to teach an old dog new tricks. But luckily, Talia didn’t seem to mind his somewhat old-fashioned manners. She even accepted his help getting out of the car.

Looking around his earthly home, he tried to see it from her eyes. It wasn’t like he and Neil had stopped to admire the view the other night either.

“It’s so cute,” Talia exclaimed. “How long have you had it?”

“Only about eight years,” he replied truthfully. They didn’t know that he’d sort of made it appear there one day when he’d finally gotten sick of living on Mount Olympus. Zeus had made him swear to add a guest room for those times when Hera kicked him out. Of course, time moved differently on Mount Olympus, so he hadn’t had to entertain a grumpy king yet, but one never knew.

Neil came around to stand beside them. “You should see his bedroom. It’s probably the biggest bedroom I’ve ever seen, and the most luxurious, too. Silk sheets and everything.”

Talia pursed her lips and glanced between the two men. “I take it you’ve been in his bed then.”

“Oh yeah,” Neil replied seductively. “In the bed and between the sheets, grinding my cock against Aaron’s.”

A gentle finger traced soft circles on Eros’s stomach. “I hope I get to see that.”

Eros shifted, trying to find a more comfortable position for his dick. Could any more blood pool in his crotch?

But despite her bold words, Eros could still feel the thread of anxiety working its way through her. He felt slightly guilty for delving a little more into her psyche than he usually would to determine how she was really feeling, but he would do just about anything to make his woman comfortable.

Wrapping one arm around Talia’s shoulders and the other around Neil’s, Eros led them inside and kicked the door closed behind him. He waited until everyone had removed their shoes and pointed the way to the kitchen. “What can I get you guys to drink?”

“Do you have any wine that would go with pizza?” Talia asked with a smile.

Did he have wine? He was related to Dionysus, the god of wine. Of course he had a wine that went with pizza. He opened the fridge and found a bottle of crisp white wine, the likes of which he’d seen in the wine god’s personal cellar. “Thank you, Dion,” he whispered, extracting the bottle.

A very faint laugh, which only Eros could hear, echoed through the kitchen. “No problem. You can pay me back the next time I’m trying to seduce some young, luscious thing.”

Only if she’s legal
, he sent back to the wine god. The chuckle sounded again, louder this time, ringing with merriment.

Eros shook his head and turned to his guests. “I think you’ll like this one a lot. It’s one of my favorites. Can I get you a beer, Neil?”

“Yeah, sure. Whatever you have is fine.”

Eros quickly summoned a six-pack of Neil’s preferred brew and uncapped it before handing it to him. He made quick work of pouring the wine into some glasses and gestured to the living room. “Why don’t we sit down while we wait for the pizza?”

The conversation flowed easily, ranging from Talia’s studies to the new project Eros and Neil were working on. Eros was far more interested in the fact that he was finally sitting between the two people he loved with all his heart but nodded in appropriate places.

When Talia’s hand crept onto his thigh, Eros was thrilled. When
Neil’s
hand slipped onto his knee, Eros thought he would swoon.

Neil made the first move, and Eros sighed when Neil’s warm lips landed on the side of his neck. Talia’s hand moved higher up his thigh, stopping just before she brushed against the tent in his pants. “That is so hot,” she whispered a second before she kissed the corner of Eros’s mouth.

Oh, gods, the prelude to sex had never been this exciting before, and that was something coming from the god of love. Eros wondered if he would cream his jeans before they even got started.

The doorbell rang, followed by an irritated knock. “Come on, man. I’ve been ringing the bell forever now. I’ve got other deliveries, you know.” The pizza delivery boy was calling through the door and practically leaning on the bell.

“Oh, fuck,” Eros swore as both Neil and Talia jerked away from him. He jumped up, strode to the door, threw a bunch of bills at the delivery boy, grabbed the pizzas, and tossed them on the counter.

Eros turned around propped his hands on his waist. “Dinner or…do we pick up where we left off?”

The thing was, he really did mean the statement as a question, not as a come-on. He may have been the god of love, but he’d never been in love himself. He’d only ever helped other people find love. And since he wasn’t allowed to use his gift to make people fall in love with him, he couldn’t guarantee that they would even respond to his attempt to initiate something, let alone how they would respond.

Neil’s next words ratcheted up his nerves even more, for all the right reasons.

Neil’s mouth watered, and it wasn’t for the pizza. “I vote for giving Talia the grand tour, ending with the bedroom. If she’s up to it, that is. No pressure, honey.”

A sexy little smile played at the corner of her lips, and he just about wept with need. God, he was probably hard enough to pound nails. “I think we should put the pizzas in the oven and have that…tour. Except I want to start with the bedroom. And I want plenty of time to explore.”

It would probably be overkill if he pumped his fist in the air, but man, he was excited. Neil nodded at Aaron. “Well, let’s get to it.”

If the bulge in Aaron’s pants got any bigger, the guy would probably split the seam. “To the bedroom it is,” Aaron said, leading the way.

Neil urged Talia to walk in front of him. The halls were large enough for all three of them to walk side by side, but Neil didn’t want to give up the chance to ogle two beautiful backsides. He’d been in one already, and he hoped to be in the other soon.

The bedroom was everything Neil had remembered. The huge bed had a headboard just made for securing a lover to so Neil could explore to his heart’s content. He wasn’t sure if either Aaron or Talia was ready for his personal kink, but he had high hopes that one or both of them would let him tie them up and tease them for hours before finally providing the explosive orgasm they needed.

He tracked Talia’s response to the room closely, pleased to see that she looked intrigued. Her eyes had rounded with surprise and awe. He remembered the wonder he’d experienced when he’d first walked into the room a couple of days ago, too, but he’d come to realize that its understated elegance and large, airy spaces suited Aaron to a tee.

Aaron stood to the side of the bed, looking more than a little uncertain. “Shall we move on?” he asked.

Oh, the sweet, sweet man. Aaron’s insecurities tugged on Neil’s heartstrings and made him want to erase that nervous hesitation and turn it into passion. And he could tell Talia was thinking the same thing, if the look of gentle lust on her face was anything to go by.

Neil normally would have stalked over to his two lovers and thrown them on the mattress to ravish them. He glanced at Talia and nodded when she raised an eyebrow and tilted her head subtly in Aaron’s direction. It looked like they were on the same page. Soothing Aaron’s nerves as the three of them took the first moves into a ménage relationship was paramount.

So instead of stalking, he padded softly over to Aaron and tilted his chin up just enough to kiss the man. He kept it soft and gentle, just gliding their lips together.

Ever so slowly, Aaron relaxed and began kissing him back. They shifted together, moving and rubbing against each other tenderly until they were panting.

Neil never stopped kissing his sweet, dear subby-but-didn’t-know-it-yet boy. He just reached out his hand and closed his fingers around Talia’s when she placed her palm in his. He pulled her close and was happy to see Aaron’s arm wrap around her waist and plaster her up against his side.

The air fairly crackled with the electricity that was sparking between the three of them.

Clearly not one to be subtle, Talia joined the kiss. Three mouths made things a little harder to control neatly, but they managed. Neil pulled away slightly and turned Talia’s head with gentle fingers on her chin. He kissed her before muttering against her lips, “You wanna help me drive him crazy?”

Aaron whimpered but stayed still when Talia murmured her agreement. “But I want him on the bed before we start. Maybe we can restrain him?”

Oh, shit, a woman after Neil’s heart. The idea of Talia joining him in his favorite kink ratcheted up his arousal until Neil thought he was going to explode in his pants. The deep breath he took did nothing to calm his lust, not when the air was perfumed by the scent of his lovers’ desire.

God, Talia must be creaming something hard for him to be able to smell her sweet musk. And if the wet spot just starting to form on the crotch of Aaron’s slacks was any indication, he was just as aroused.

Neil busied himself by stripping Aaron’s clothes off and nudging him back until the man was sprawled naked on the bed. He quickly shed his own clothes, enjoying the way both Aaron’s and Talia’s gazes caressed him.

Joining Aaron on the bed, Neil nipped at the man’s ear before soothing the small bite with his tongue. “You have anything we can use to tie you up, big guy?”

Aaron gulped, his throat bobbing as he swallowed. He cleared his throat a few times before pointing to the bedside table. “Cuffs. In the drawer.”

Neil’s eyebrow shot up. Cuffs? This he had to see. He crawled across the mattress until he could slide open the drawer and peek inside. What he saw took his breath away.

“Oh, Talia, I think our Aaron has a naughty streak.” Neil pulled out an industrial-sized tube of lube, a realistic looking dildo, a small silver vibrator, assorted cock rings, and the handcuffs. The cuffs were a dull bronze, a strange color to be sure, and felt warm to the touch rather than the cold metal he was expecting.

Neil loved the idea of seeing Aaron’s wrists cuffed together, but he didn’t want anything to mar such perfect skin, and he certainly wasn’t into causing his lovers pain. Normally he would have used suspension cuffs so that Aaron could tug at them all he wanted and not feel a lick of pain. These handcuffs of Aaron’s had no padding whatsoever. “I don’t know about these cuffs, Aaron. I don’t want you hurt.”

Aaron’s gaze softened. “They’re not quite what they seem. I’ll be fine. Please, Neil, Tal.”

Who could say no to that? He would just have to keep a careful eye on Aaron. “All right, handsome. Put your arms over your head.”

He waited until Aaron had done what he’d demanded and locked one cuff around his right wrist, careful not to fasten it too tightly. The short chain between each metal circle clanged against the wrought iron headboard when he threaded it through to secure Aaron’s other wrist.

Neil tested the restraints, double-checking everything before stretching out full-length against all that gloriously nude skin.

Now, to really get things rolling. “Talia, why don’t you strip for us?”

* * * *

Neil’s words caused her breath to clog up in her throat and the tingles gathering in her belly to spread even lower. Two of the most gorgeous men were spread out on the mattress, waiting for her to join them.

She would have been a fool to turn that down, and her mother hadn’t raised a fool.

Neil lounged next to a restrained Aaron, stroking his fingers in small circles on Aaron’s belly. Both of their stares were fastened on her. Instead of making her feel nervous or self-conscious, she felt powerful.