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“You’reincredible.” Deacon slipped his palms up my thighs, toward the source of my need. He guided me onto him and slid inside me, stretching me out in the most delicious way. The groan he made was another delicious touch fluttering over me.
I still had no idea how this was supposed to work. Just Deacon was enough to make me wince—in a good way, but still.
A new touch slipped over my skin from behind, as Adam liberally applied lube, then coaxed his fingers into me.
“Relax.” Adam’s voice was low and comforting. It still made my pulse hammer against my ribs, knowing what he was going to try next.
He took his time teasing and stretching my opening with his fingers, and then when he slipped his shaft inside me. The sensation was almost too much, but it also felt incredible.
Both men rested there, cock to cock, cradling me between them. Adam slipped his hands forward to find my clit. To tease the button still swollen and sensitive from Deacon’s touch. Adam stroked until climax built under my skin. Until I was riding the edge of orgasm, but not falling over. I was clenching around them, my body not sure if the sensations were good or bad.
When pleasure rushed through me, it was like a dam had broken. I dug my fingers into Deacon’s arms, losing track of myself when I came. I pressed back into both of them.
This sensation was different, borderline uncomfortable, but so incredible.
Before the sensation faded, both men started rocking against each other. Deacon pulled me into him, and wrapped his lips around a nipple. Adam gripped my hips tightly. They both hit spots inside me I didn’t know existed.
Was this a series of orgasms, or one long, drawn-out one?
I didn’t care. It felt so good. So easy to lose myself in all of it, until the world ceased to exist.
Adam and Deacon were both making those incredible noises I associated with them finishing. Grunts and growls and drawn-out groans. Together they were a delicious chorus, and I wasn’t sure which of them finished first.
The frantic thrusting slowed to a stop. There was pain when Adam pulled out of me, but I’d do this again in a heartbeat. So worth it.
Deacon slipped out as well.
The mattress shifted and Adam wrapped his arms around my waist, holding me against him. His hot breath hit the back of my neck as he caught his breath.
Deacon cradled my face, and kissed my forehead, then my nose, and finally my lips. “Don’t go home tonight.”
“I won’t.” There was no way I could force myself from their arms.
For so long, I’d told myself the twins needed me to be their world. I never minded giving them everything I could, but after I lost my husband I assumed I had to do it alone. As my kids grew closer toleave the nestage, I’d assumed I would be alone.
But I didn’t have to be. It was okay for me to love and live and pursue amazing opportunities, and I wasn’t depriving them of anything.
And falling asleep in Adam’s and Deacon’s arms was okay. It was better than okay. It was amazing.
When I woke up, for a brief moment I was terrified that last night, theI love youswere a dream, but when I felt Adam and Deacon wrapped around me, I could breathe again. I had them. This was all real.
The day passed in a blur, as Deacon opened to more people than I’d ever seen in his shop, and kept busy all day. The rest of us didn’t know the antiques the way he did, but we could take money, load furniture, and move things around as needed.
By the time he locked the front doors, almost two hours after the store was supposed to close, we were all exhausted. But it was in a good way.
We were discussing how to spend the rest of the night, and talking about sending Dylan and Bryan home, when Sebastian stopped by. Then Evie and Aubrey and a few other people who owned shops on the block.
“Is the rumor true?” Evie asked.
Deacon gave her a blank look. “Rumor?”
“That Brooke talked Travis out of that bullshit he was trying to force down our throats,” Sebastian said.
Adam grinned. “Oh yeah, that’s totally true.” He slid up behind me and the stool I was sitting on behind the counter, and rested his hands on my hips.
“I think this calls for a celebration.” Aubrey pulled a bottle of champagne from the large purse hanging from her shoulder.
I was impressed. “Do you carry that with you everywhere?”
