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I climaxed in a strange, ascending way… like I was already in the throes of an orgasm, yet somehow began coming again. Every convulsion squeezed them harder and tighter inside me. Every electric surge was like a glorious injection of morphine, directly into my brain.
And through it all, they kept on fucking me. Kept pushing and pulling their cocks through my body, draining every last drop from their full, swollen balls. They needed this as much as I did. Maybe more…
“Jesus, Kayleen…”
My body rose and fell in time with their breathing now. I felt twenty fingers relaxing their vice-like grip, but their strong hands still felt magnificent on my skin. Like they possessed me. Like they owned me.
“Holy shit…” I purred, smashing my sweaty face against Nathan’s hot chest. As hot as I was, for some reason I just couldn’t get close enough.
“We waited way too fucking long to try that…”
Epilogue
KAYLEEN
“It’s amazing, isn’t it?”
I practically squealed I was so gleeful, my voice dripping with excitement. I squeezed Chase’s hand hard on my right side. Nathan’s on the other.
“The place is bigger than I thought,” said Chase. “Much bigger.”
“Good.” I wriggled past him. “All the room for bigger crowds.”
My hand trembled as I took the key from my jacket pocket. The lock was big. Clunky. Burke stepped forward, reaching out to help me. I cut him off with the swing of my hip.
“No,” I declared firmly. “I’m doing this all on my own.”
The lock clicked, and the hasp fell open. The chain rattled as I slid it clear.
Here we go…
A moment later, we were stepping into my restaurant for the very first time.
Or rather, my would-be restaurant.
“Hoooooly shit,” Nathan declared. Chase whistled. Burke just looked around in every direction.
“What?”
“We’re not going to see you anymore, are we?”
I let out a nervous laugh. “That much work, eh?”
“You ain’t kidding.”
Okay, so the place was a wreck. A big, wide, sweeping mess of dust, dirt, debris, and half-demolished building materials. But it was my mess. My wreck.
“When do the contractors get here?”
“Tomorrow, eight AM sharp.”
“Sharp?” Nathan asked skeptically. “You don’t know contractors.”
“On the first day?” I answered. “They’d better be sharp.” I stepped over a broken chair. “Or the whole crew is gone… and I hire someone else.”
It was the thirty-fourth property I’d looked at. The third one I’d actually made an offer on. I’d seen places that were turnkey immaculate. Other places that were empty lots, and hadn’t even been built yet. I could’ve gone with a greasy little establishment already bustling with its own customers, its own clientele. It would’ve been lucrative right off the bat. I could’ve slipped right in.
But no. I wanted to build something.
