Myths and Gargoyles Jamie Hawke (i read a book .TXT) 📖

sight the next morning. I loaded up, knowing I’d need the energy for another day of training. I’d left Elisa and Pucky curled up on the bed, both still nude. As I’d made for the door, Elisa had rolled over, hand landing on one of Pucky’s breasts and staying there. Always a nice sight.

When I exited the kitchen for the dining room, I found Red there with a half-finished plate. She was reading a book that looked like it was about pirates and time travel—Lost Pirates, I saw when tilting my head to get a look—probably one worth reading when she finished, since I liked the show. She glanced up, set the book aside, and gave me a raised eyebrow.

“What?” I asked, sitting next to her.

“You all… you did it again last night?” she said, taking a sausage and holding it up, considering it before taking a bite. “You’d think we’re not challenging you enough during the day, huh?”

I let out an exhausted laugh, but shook my head. “You are… but with ladies like you three, I’ll always find energy somewhere.”

“Like me?” she frowned. “You include me in that?”

“Of course. You’re… How do I say this without being corny?”

“Try.”

“Stunning. Beautiful. Gorgeous.”

She leaned forward, then ran her tongue along the sausage. “You think so?”

I laughed, feeling awkward that her licking a piece of meat could turn me on like it was. “Of course. When you came in there the other night, your hand on me, I wanted you so bad. I’m still… well, you know. It’s not like I’m used to this—in the past, having even one girl was rare. It would be selfish for me to expect you to be interested, too.”

“Maybe it would be,” she said, but then put the sausage down and leaned in close. “Even so… I am.”

I gulped, took a sip of my coffee, and then tried to figure out what to say.

She scooted over, hand on mine. It was warm, comforting. “If you can handle me. All three of us, that is. It’s not going to be so easy for you.”

“I’ll do my best,” I said. “Hey, it’ll be good for stamina. Plus, I can always upgrade—”

She held up her free hand, shaking her head. “Never upgrade based on sex, please. Your dick is worthless if attached to a dead body.”

“I… hadn’t thought of it that way.”

“Better start, because priority number one is keeping you, and all of us, alive. After that, we can fuck till the sun comes up if our bodies let us. But always with our primary mission in mind.”

I nodded, and she took my hand, put a finger in her mouth, and sucked on it before leaning back and grinning.

“Wow,” I said, imagining those baby blues staring up at me as she did that down below.

“I want you in me, when the timing’s right. Until then, I’m happy to join in. Oh, but that other stuff? The girl on girl—let’s leave that to them. Nothing wrong with it, just not my thing.”

“Sure, of course. Yeah.”

My mind was spinning with the thought that all three of these beautiful women were into me. Not just into me, but wanting to share me with each other. Red looked like she was about to kiss me, was even leaning in, when Pucky came storming in.

“They got HQ!”

“What?” Red asked, turning to her in sudden panic.

“HQ,” Pucky repeated. “Elisa just got a call from Mowgli. There’s a team that found them. Somehow…” She paused, tilting her head to look at us. “Was I interrupting something?”

“Doesn’t matter,” Red said, standing up and heading off to get ready. “Somehow what? What were you saying?”

Pucky smiled, hands on her hips, but then Elisa entered.

“The fight’s still going on—let’s roll,” Elisa said. “Hopefully we can get there before the agents, or backup in the form of more Legends turn up.”

We set breakfast aside, though Red grabbed a sausage for the road and winked as she bit into it. I chugged my coffee. Too damn hot, but I’d regret it later if I didn’t finish it. That was one negative side effect of college—I’d learned to drink way too much coffee.

Soon we were on our way in the car, and Pucky was begging to stop for some sausage egg and cheese biscuits. I would’ve agreed with her if it weren’t for the immediacy of the situation. Instead, Elisa opened a compartment between seats that held several energy bars, and tossed her one. She held one up for me and all I could think about was her mouth on my cock, so I quickly shook my head and turned to look out the window. I hoped she didn’t take it the wrong way. I just didn’t want to have to adjust my pants to hide a boner again in front of these ladies, not in a situation like this, riding off to battle. They had to know I was serious about this Protector business, that I wasn’t only here to get laid (though the bedroom stuff was turning out to be a nice perk).

We were back on the highway, our surroundings looking vaguely familiar, when a crippling anger took hold of me. My hands curled into fists and I wanted to lash out at anyone nearby. My cheeks felt hot and my breathing constricted.

“Shit, his eyes,” Red said, leaning in toward me.

“Get the fuck back!” I shouted, partly in anger, but also scared I might hurt her.

A hand reached for her, out of my control, and then there was hair sprouting from it, claws too. Everything in me was fighting it, focusing on the night before, on Red this morning with her sausage, but it wasn’t working. Fuck! I wanted to scream. The ladies had me pinned back, holding me in place as my body rocked, trying to break free.

I closed my eyes, pushing away the sexual thoughts. They were great, amazing even, but it wasn’t enough. It was the moments after that mattered—the way we’d held hands, the painting too, and