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Leaning over her, I sandwich her body between Ace and me and brush her hair back from her face. “You like being full of us, baby?”
We slide out and drive back in. “Y-yes!” Her back bows, but Ace wraps two arms around her waist and holds her in place while we fuck her. And we fuck her hard. Hard enough that she’ll feel us inside her forever and then some.
Because she is ours, forever and then some.
Chapter
Fifty-Two
KERES
Snuggled between Ace and Romeo, I stare at the ceiling and contemplate their proposal from earlier. They want me to live with them. Here in their apartment. Full time. “I can’t just stay here. I have money. I can rent my own place.”
“What would be the point of getting your own place when I’m just gonna kidnap you every day and bring you here anyway,” Romeo says without even a hint of humor. He’s entirely serious, and I have zero doubt that his outrageous ass would actually do that.
“Don’t you see this is where you belong, sweetheart?”
Screwing my eyes closed, I shake my head. This hurts too much. “I don’t belong anywhere. Or to anyone.”
“Fucking hell. Do we really have to go over this again?” Ace says with a low growl. “Look at me.”
I keep my eyes closed.
“Look at me, Keres,” he commands, and the deep rolling timbre of his voice seems to short-circuit my brain. I open my eyes and focus on his face. His fingertips flex on my hip as he pulls me closer. “You fit right here.”
“Yeah, Fuck-up,” Romeo says softly, pushing his body against mine until I’m sandwiched tightly between them. He takes my hand and places it on Ace’s chest, directly over his heart. “And here too. For both of us.”
My own heart is hammering. I can’t do this. It will hurt too much when…
Ace dusts his lips over my cheek. “I understand your instinct to run. I get that you’re scared and you’ve never been able to trust anyone before now. But you’re ours, Keres, and you know it. You belong right here, safer and happier than you ever thought was possible, covered in our sweat and cum…” A tear drips down my cheek, and Ace catches it with the pad of his thumb. “And your tears if that’s what you need.”
“Whatever you need, whenever you need it, baby,” Romeo adds.
Ace cups my jaw between his thumb and pointer finger and angles my head so I’m forced to hold his intense gaze. His eyes, dark and fiery, burn into mine like he’s trying to see the pain I keep hidden from the world. “You can stop fighting, sweetheart, because we’ve got you.”
A sob shudders through my chest. Romeo presses a tender kiss on my shoulder blade. “You must know by now that we’ll never let you go. Stop trying to run, baby.”
“I-I don’t want to run,” I admit on a shaky breath, and the relief of saying it aloud has my eyes filling with tears. A deep, bone-weary sigh leaves my body in a rush.
Ace brushes back my hair, a soft smile on his face. “Then don’t.”
After quietly slipping out of bed, I glance back at Ace and Romeo, then pull on Romeo’s discarded T-shirt from last night and pad out of the room.
I tiptoe down the hallway, not wanting to wake them and, for the first time since I got here, look around their apartment and actually take in my surroundings, absorbing the details now that I have the time and space to breathe.
Our jackets hang on a rack by the door, and the comforting scent of leather and engine oil hangs in the air. Romeo’s boots lie in a heap next to Ace’s, which are lined up neatly. The single photograph hanging in a frame on the wall shows Ace and Romeo, wearing nothing but low-slung jeans, boots, and wide smiles, standing next to their bikes with the sun behind them.
We left my bike at the convent, but my helmet sits beside theirs on the cabinet near the front door. A lump bubbles in my throat. It looks so right sitting there, as though it belongs. I wander into the living room and switch on the lamp, bathing the room in a soft amber glow. The room is sparsely furnished, with only two sofas, a TV, and a few bike magazines on a coffee table, but it feels like home.
Could this be my home? That’s what Ace and Romeo were suggesting last night—that I could live here with them. Can I give up my independence so easily? Become theirs after fighting so hard to belong only to myself?
A kaleidoscope of butterflies take flight in my stomach, swirling up into my chest and throat, and the sensation makes me realize that there is only one answer to that question. And that answer nearly knocks me on my ass.
Chapter
Fifty-Three
ACE
