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I look toward him, scared and excited. He brushes his hand over my face. “Are you enjoying yourself?”
I swallow hard, nodding. “Are you?”
There’s agreement in his grunt before Liam edges his cock inside of me. At first, I think he’s going straight for my ass… but he doesn’t.
He slides in with Dex, spreading my pussy even wider. His hand catches my jaw, and his eyes fix on mine as he thrusts. He doesn’t say anything. He just stares, watching my face contort as I take both men in a place that’s never been stretched so far.
“Suck his cock,” Liam demands, nodding toward Bryan.
I willingly do as I’m asked, sucking Bryan’s dick, as Liam and Dex slide in and out of me. Their cocks glide against one another as they groan out in approval for every sensation they’re feeling.
Bryan is so hard in my mouth, I know he’s going to come. So, I slow down and tease him a bit, jerking him gently as I watch Liam pull from my pussy to let Dex slide into my bottom.
“Take a deep breath,” Dex grunts. “I’ll go slow.”
Something tells me he isn’t going to be slow.
Inch by inch he slides into me. It’s smoother than I thought, and within seconds I’m in heaven. All three men have found a home inside of me. Dex in my ass, Liam in my pussy, rubbing my clit, and Bryan in my mouth while he flicks my tits.
I’m going to come. I’ve never felt so complete in my life.
Liam thrusts in harder. “Come for us, baby. Come hard.”
With a single sentence, I’m lost to all humanity. I see black, my body goes numb, and a euphoria spreads over me like the lights of a Christmas tree flickering on all at once. I quiver uncontrollably, thrashing against the cocks inside of me, igniting each of the men with my fevered convulsions.
Liam holds me in place, but his face has gone hard. He’s going to come. Dex groans beneath me, and I can tell he’s on the edge. But it’s Bryan that can’t hold out. He’s the first to come hard, filling my mouth with his hot liquid.
I swallow his forceful seed down, and he pulls out before collapsing next to me.
Dex is second. He holds me tight and warm, thrusting up inside of me before filling my ass with an orgasm that triggers Liam into coming. Both of them growl out at once, loud and reckless, flying off the edge of control, burying ribbons of come inside of me.
We sit like that for a long minute, everyone tired and ragged. I expect the pressure of‘real life’to come falling back, but it doesn’t. Instead, it stays far away, and my new reality is in the arms of three men. And I know without a doubt, I’m never leaving.
Chapter Seventeen
Beth
We lay in the bed and hold one another for what seems like days, but I’d bet it’s been weeks. Time is gone. There’s nothing left but the three of us in some alternate dimension where‘real life’doesn’t matter, and the past is just…the past.
Bryan even took leave from work, which he never does. He’s also talked about quitting so we can go live on the farm with Dex. North Carolina would be a change. Mountainsandthe ocean. It’s the best of both worlds. Liam would still have to work now and again, so trips to London would be a regular for us, but I’ve always wanted to travel. Though, I think I’d sightsee while he does his… job.
“You haven’t asked me about that ammo box since you dug it up. Aren’t you curious?”
Liam sits at the small wood table, sipping coffee over the box. It’s as though we’re pretending it doesn’t exist, but I need him to see what’s inside.
I flick open each hinge and lift the lid off, but his big hand covers mine and stops me.
“I told you. It’s the past, Beth. Whatever got us to this place, I’m thankful for it.”
I should be content with his statement. I know without a shadow of a doubt he means it, but I don’t want any more secrets.
When he pulls his hand back from mine, I lift the lid. Inside, the contents hit me hard. A dark blue onesie, folded up in a plastic bag with an ultrasound photo inside. It’s the only photo I’ll ever have of my son. Beneath that, the bag of jewels that Patrick died for. The jewels that belong to Liam.
Liam looks toward me, clearly seeing the beads of jade that he’s been chasing for weeks, but he doesn’t acknowledge them. Instead, he takes my son’s photo in his hands and reaches out for mine. “What was his name?”
A tear drops from my cheek. “Brock. What about your son?”
“Timothy.”
