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She found a can of soup, heated it, and forced herself to finish it. She was just about to start another crying session because she wasn’t done yet when her door swung open.
She rose from the chair, and the book that had been lying on her lap fell to the floor. Her heart soared first in triumph and then in agony.
Seeing them again meant she got to resuscitate the tattoos of their touch on her body. It meant she got to fill her gaze with their male beauty. And drink in their presence until she felt alive again. But then the agony set in. They opened her to pleasure, only for them to rip it from her when they walked away.
“What are you doing here? I took all the blame, so you have nothing to worry about. You really should stay away if you want to protect your reputation from me.”
“Protect our reputation from you?” Isaac asked as they engulfed the cozy comfort of her cabin with their sheer power. She never thought she was going to see them again, but this was even more cruel. Giving her a glimpse of them when it wasn’t going to be forever.
“Yes, because I’m bad news. Bad luck. I’m cursed, just like all the other Chapmans before me. Because—”
“Watch it, Small Town, you’re already in enough trouble to be saying anything else negative about yourself.”
“But I broke the rules. I slept with you. All three of you. And I’m sorry that everyone knows about it now. And Mayor Mike Springs deserves to win because he would never do something like this.”
“Unfortunately, our grandmothers are sticklers for rules when it comes to this competition, so yes, Hopeturns Spring did win, on the technicality. They get the trophy and the five million dollars.
“Right, because I messed up.”
“But you get the consolation prize instead,” Isaac said, smiling.
She frowned.
“What consolation prize?”
“Three billionaires with a bank balance that makes us three the tied spot for the richest men in the world. And you get our cocks as your trophies,” Chance grinned. “That is something Mike Fucking Springs will never get, even in his dreams, Small Town.”
“I don’t understand,” she said, her brows dipping deeper to the center of her forehead. What were they saying? Were they pranking her?
“Then let me explain it to you,” Trey said. “This is where you belong. As Mayor of Bloomings Tide. And where you belong is where we’ll be.”
“What? What are you saying? Are you saying you’ll live here because I live here?”
“Yes.”
“Why?” she cried.
“How else are we going to keep you naked, spread your legs, feed on your nipples and your pussy until you make us greedier for more of you? How else will we stretch your tiny little asshole so you can take our cocks, every inch of us, until each of us can slide in so easily it’ll take your breath away? How else will we fuck you, Kalista, the way we would fuck the woman who belongs to the three of us if we’re not here where you are, sweetheart?”
“But … Why would you? I still don’t understand.” Her heart had already exploded out of her chest. Her brain was on the verge of melting.
“Because you own everything that we are. Our hearts, life, soul, and breath,” Isaac said.
“That’s how we want to fuck you, Kalista, as our woman, and that means we come inside you. All three of us shared between your gorgeous pussy and your stunningly tight asshole,” Chance added gruffly.
“And that’s how we want to own you for the rest of your life. Shared between us. This is your home, but your body will be our home. The place where you take our seed and give us our sons and daughters. Do you understand now?”
She shook her head, worried she was reading everything wrong again.
“It’s so simple, sweetheart. We’re going to make you our wife. The mother of our children. The love of our lives.”
“Is this real?”
“Sweet Kalista. We’re going to do this the old-fashioned way.”
She staggered backward when they dropped down onto one knee and presented her with a gold velvet box.
“Say yes,” Trey ordered her as they flipped the boxes open.
