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When Jesse slipped free of Roark’s jaws, he returned to my mouth, plunging hard and fast. Roark stayed with me, licking at my lips as I sucked Jesse's cock. I ground my pelvis against his, inhaled his breaths, and lapped at Jesse’s salty taste, keening, grabbing, and rolling with Roark’s sadistic thrusts.
I loved Jesse’s hand in my hair and Roark’s mouth open beneath my kiss. I loved the way they watched me with intensity and devotion. Loved their bare skin against mine and the need tumbling from their lips in throaty grunts. And I loved their trust in me and their trust in each other.
The inconceivable bliss they gave me swelled in my belly and expanded through my chest, spreading outward. My insides heated and my limbs tingled with full-body stimulation. They climbed the tide of pleasure with me, muscles trembling, breaths staggering, and cocks digging with focused strokes.
As I came, millions of tiny pleasure-seeking sparks cracked and broke open, surging through me in rippling waves. I convulsed uncontrollably, my pussy clenching against Roark and my lips locking around Jesse. Their fingers tightened on my ass, my hips, and in my hair, as they spilled, pouring into me, the hot spurts of their orgasms leaking down my thighs and soaking my throat.
We collapsed in a pile of sweat-slick flesh, watching each other as our breaths evened out, our muscles twitching with gentle echoes. Slowly, our expressions, our bodies, the silence, everything ebbed into lazy contentment.
Side by side, Jesse and Roark lay on their backs, my thigh sprawled across Roark’s, and my cheek pressed against Jesse’s chest.
Jesse twirled my hair around his finger. “I love you.”
I grinned. “And Roark.”
“He’s part of you.”
I sighed, happily. “And Michio?”
Roark rubbed a hand over my thigh. “Every look from your guardians, every word, every breath, the very energy in our bodies, everything we are is a part of ye. And we love every part.”
They weren’t just a part of me. They consumed me. I knew their deep voices, their tastes, and their drugging scents. I knew the lines of their bodies, the brutal beauty of their expressions, and the thoughts behind their steady eyes. I knew them as well, if not better, than I knew myself. My mind, my body, and my soul. Three parts made whole. We were one.
My eyes drifted closed. “And my child?”
“Is our child.” Jesse’s timbre whispered through me, warming me.
“Three overprotective fathers.”
Roark’s hand moved to my belly, lightly stroking. “Three fathers to love her.”
Deep, profound happiness soaked my weary muscles. I basked in it, sinking against their warm bodies, while imagining a tiny infant in Roark’s huge arms, a rambunctious toddler pulling on Jesse’s whiskers, and a hormonal teen challenging Michio’s ungodly patience.
I longed to be there, to walk her through every precious stage of her life, but if I couldn’t, if fate took me, I would be leaving her my heart. A very full heart, embodied by three strong and loving men.
The peaceful silence whispered by with the minutes, slipping into hours. Jesse and Roark hadn’t moved beneath me, their soft breaths coaxing me to join them in sleep. But I waited, unable to close my eyes without resting them on Michio.
His distance was palpable in the hum beneath my skin. He was near, but not near enough. For hours, I convinced myself to be patient.
He’ll come to ye when he’s ready.
What if he was never ready? Maybe he needed me to knock him on his ass in a river. My Jiu Jitsu skills paled in comparison to his, but I could find another way to knock some sense into him.
Quietly, carefully, I slipped away from Jesse and Roark and crept across the room. I found my t-shirt and shorts and dressed as I tiptoed toward the door and turned the knob.
“Do ye want me to go with ye?” Roark asked, steeping the silence in his groggy, accented tones.
He didn’t have to ask where I was going.
“No.” I smiled at him over my shoulder. “Go back to sleep.”
“Don’t leave this level of the dam.” Jesse rolled to his side, watching me with sleepy eyes.
“Should I be worried about the security?” I held his gaze. “I’ll sense if there are spiders or aphids nearby.”
“No. I just don’t want you farther than a shout away.” Jesse’s protectiveness hardened his voice. “Promise me.”
“I promise.”
With that, I slipped into the hall, leaving the door open, and followed the pulse of Michio’s humming aura. Down the corridor, passing two tunnels, I arrived at the cracked door of the restroom we’d showered in.
He would’ve felt my approach the same way I could sense him, his nearness brushing beneath my skin like a dark whisper. As I stepped through the doorway, I could see three toilets and the shower head at the center of the ceiling. No Michio. My nose twitched. Did I smell—?
