Total pages in book: 113
Estimated words: 107826 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 539(@200wpm)___ 431(@250wpm)___ 359(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 107826 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 539(@200wpm)___ 431(@250wpm)___ 359(@300wpm)
Adonis slips his hand into mine. It’s a brief contact, there and gone in a moment. Is he looking for reassurance? Confusion alights in my chest. It only gets worse when he stops and looks back at me. Gods, he’s beautiful. The kind of beautiful that takes my breath away every time I look at him too long. I know I keep thinking that, but I suspect I could spend the rest of my life with this man and still not get used to it.
He’s not who I’m here for, though.
Or, at least…not the only one I’m here for.
Aphrodite has followed my command and pulled off that oversized shirt—I have a feeling it belongs to Adonis. It’s obviously well loved, the fabric worn thin from years of use and the print on the front faded until it’s unrecognizable. That shirt is a clear representation of their history. They’ve known each other so fucking long.
Have loved each other for so fucking long.
I don’t get that. Or I do, but only in theory. I love Pandora, but romantic relationships are a totally different animal. And now I’m standing here, feeling like an intruder.
“Theseus.” Adonis’s brows draw together. “Are you okay?”
I could ask him the same thing. There’s a tightness to his shoulders that looks like he’s about to spring into motion. Like he might run the fuck out of this room. I don’t know why that calms me down, makes my thoughts stop spinning.
Maybe they do need me here, after all.
You should use this. They’re both vulnerable right now.
The voice almost sounds like Minos. For the first time in a very long time, I ignore it. I don’t want to hurt Adonis. I haven’t since that first conversation between us. As for my wife? The thought of causing her further pain makes me uncomfortable in a way I’m not ready to confront.
But then, I’m a man of action. “Take off your clothes, Adonis.”
He hesitates, but I don’t blink, don’t give him anything to argue about. It’s an order, plain and simple. After another beat, he slowly unbuttons his shirt and shrugs out of it. I turn away as his hands fall to his pants. If I watch him strip, I’m going to lose track of where we’re headed.
Aphrodite crawls across the bed and takes up a position leaning against the headboard. She watches me with an expression she’s trying to keep locked down. She’s not doing a good job of it. My wife is unsure. I wonder if that’s ever happened before? The thought should make me happy, but instead it feels like I swallowed hot coals. She might not be swinging around a sword or staring down the sights of a rifle, but my wife is a warrior. A monster. Until this attack on her life, she’s never shown even a hint of uncertainty or indecision. Even when I threw her curve balls, she pivoted smoothly into whatever action or smart-ass comment would take me to my knees.
I want that fiery witch back. This woman is all too human, and she makes me feel strange and soft, like I’m another person entirely. Like I’m not her enemy.
I snag Adonis’s hand and tug him to me. Kissing him isn’t part of some grand plan. I don’t have a fucking plan right now. If I did, I wouldn’t feel like the ledge is crumbling under my feet and I’m about to fall into some great unknown. But he’s visibly wavering, and there isn’t a damn thing I can say to make him sure that this is where he’s supposed to be. So I’ll show him instead.
He tastes of my wife’s pussy.
I lick the inside of his mouth and tug him closer. Yes, this is what we need. His hands grabbing my biceps and pulling me against him. His hard cock jumping against my palm when I press my hand to him. His sweet little moan that I want to eat right up.
We’re not here alone, though.
Taking a step back from him feels all kinds of wrong, but I manage it. I move to his back and stare at Aphrodite over his shoulder. If I thought watching us would distract her, I missed the mark. Her eyes are a little too wide, and she’s got this look on her face as if she’s studying a feast on the other side of shark-infested waters. Permanently out of reach.
Not tonight we’re not.
If the gods exist, they’re laughing their asses off at me right now. How the fuck did I end up as the person driving this thing? The one who’s doing his damnedest to be the glue that gets us through the night? I don’t know if that’s ironic or just flat-out fucked.
I stroke Adonis’s cock, still holding my wife’s gaze. “Spread your legs.”
Her breath hitches, but she obeys. Her body is fucking unreal. Tits high and tight, topped with rosy nipples I can’t wait to get my mouth on again. Waist with the perfect curves for…our…hands. Just like that, I know where we’re headed.