Axes & O’s

20. Nathan

Chapter 20

Nathan

Fox’s blue eyes dominate me from across the room, setting my already heated skin ablaze. A part of me wants to ask if he’s serious, but after the conversation we just had, I know he’s not bluffing.

I also know my answer already. I’ve been thinking about putting my face between Morgan’s thighs since she mentioned riding it in the sauna, and now that I get the opportunity to taste her, I’m not going to waste it. I still have so many questions I want to ask them, and I’m still unsure of what—if anything—I want to happen between Fox and myself, but I don’t want to talk anymore. I’m not sure if Fox knew that, but I’m glad he cut our talk short.

I do like plans and knowing what I’m in for, but I don’t want to think about this too much, or I’ll probably question my sanity. There was a reason I let myself go in the sauna, and what Morgan said earlier got me thinking about the idea of fate.

I was raised going to church, and even though I don’t consider myself an overly religious man, I do believe in a higher power, so fate isn’t exactly a far-fetched idea for me. And while it seems insane that my fate would be to crash into a snowbank three days before Christmas and be rescued by polyamorous loggers, here I am.

As the minutes I’m here turn into hours, I find the idea of letting myself go with them to be freeing. And now that I’ve spoken to Morgan, now that I know she’s okay, that I understand where this could be heading and what I’ll be exploring, it’s easier for me to give myself permission.

“I’m waiting,” Fox says.

I run my tongue along the back of my teeth as Fox’s head tilts to the side, a twinkle of mischief sparkling in his eyes. He knows what my answer will be, yet he’s going to make me say it. Too bad two can play this game.

I know this man likes to be dominant, and despite my desire to also explore the other side of the coin, he knows I like it, too. Or I should say it’s what I think I’ve secretly craved—or didn’t know I was craving—until I let myself have it in the sauna.

So instead of answering, I stand from my spot on the couch.

Fox’s intense focus tracks my movement with interest. He’s leaning back against the chair now, his legs spread wide like they had been in the sauna. His eyebrow is still up in challenge, daring me to try something. As if he wants me to try something.

A picture of me on my knees, Fox’s hand in my hair, my fingers digging into the tattooed muscles of his thighs as my head bobs on his cock flashes so quickly in my mind that I almost drop to my knees. I swallow the knot in my throat, my dick so painfully hard that my eyes start to water.

The Nathan of twenty minutes ago might have run out of the room at that image, but I don’t want to now. I’ll have time to think about what that image means for me later. Right now, I want to feast on Morgan.

I pull away from Fox’s stare and find her soft hazel gaze watching me carefully. Her breathing is choppy, and the apples of her cheeks are flushed. I wonder if her nipples are hard underneath her sweater, if her pussy is weeping for me like my cock is weeping for her.

Morgan’s mouth parts, and her pink tongue darts out to lick her sultry lips. The action does me in, and as if some magical force pushes me down, I get to my knees in front of her. We stare at each other like we did in the sauna, but this time, our positions are reversed. I’m the one at her feet now. And fuck if I understand it completely, but I want her to use me like I used her.

“Morgan.” Fox’s assertive voice cuts through the air.

Her eyes shift to his, and one of their silent conversations passes between them. When Morgan looks back at me, her gaze has transformed. There’s still a sweetness to her, the one I’ve come to realize is part of her natural demeanor, but now, the same mischief I saw in Fox’s eyes are in hers.

Blood pounds in my ears as Morgan’s hand comes up from her lap. My eyes track the action, but my body remains still as she runs a thumb over my stubble.

“You’re going to give my inner thighs beard burn.” She hums.

“Do you want me to shave?” I ask without thinking.

She smiles, her thumb still brushing over the coarse hair. “Good answer.”

My lips tip up to mirror her smile, and a warmth fills my stomach. I start to open my mouth, but she silences me with a finger over my lips.

“I don’t want you to shave, but I like that you were willing to for me.” My smile grows beneath her finger, and when she removes it, I have the urge to snatch it back and suck it into my mouth, tease it like how I’m going to tease her clit. But Morgan distracts me by placing her hands at the base of her sweater.

In a swift movement, she pulls it over her head and drops it to the ground. I expect there to be a bra underneath, but instead, her full tits are on display, just like they were in the sauna. This time, though, the barbells I saw are now small silver rings that make me want to lean forward and tug on them with my teeth. I can also see the vine and rose tattoo better in this light, making me want to trace every line and curve of it with my tongue.

Morgan lifts my chin up. “I’m in charge, alright?” I nod my acceptance. “But if you need to stop, just say stop, and I will.”

“Okay,” I say clearly, though I know there’s no way in hell that word will be leaving my lips. At least not in this scenario .

“Are you okay if Fox gives you instructions as well?” I think back to the sauna, and my cock throbs, my length heavy and leaking precum against the soft fabric of my sweats.

“Yes.” My agreement comes out breathy. “I’m okay with that.”

She smiles. “Good. Now, take off your shirt for me. I want to see that gorgeous body of yours while you make me come.”