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She looks up with a smile. “Miss Rose, what can I help you with?” I notice no one calls me by my given name.
“Uhm, am I allowed visitors?” I ask so quietly that I’m surprised she hears me.
“Of course. We’re just waiting on some paperwork to come through, and then you can make requests.” I nod, intending to go back to my room, when she stops me with a whispered, “But if you take a peek out that door, I suspect you’ll see who you’re looking for.” She motions to the window on the door before returning to her work.
Nerves sprinkle goosebumps across my flesh, and I worry she’s wrong. Forcing my feet forward, I take a deep breath before peering through the window. I gasp as tears crowd my eyes when I see Cain leaning against the wall just a few feet away. His eyes are closed, and he appears pained, but he’s here.
Tapping on the pane, his head lifts and his eyes immediately zoom in on me. A slow grin spreads across his face, and the fear that he would hate me dissipates from my chest. Taking the few steps forward, his eyes absorb as much of me as he can see. Lifting a hand, I place it on the window, needing some kind of connection, and he does the same before calling out over his shoulder.
Glancing past him, I watch Abel stop mid-argument with my parents as he turns to look our way. His eyes warm when they spot me, and his long strides eat up the space between us. Despite the barrier between us, I can feel them. I close my eyes as my emotions get the better of me, and tears leak between my tightly sealed lids.
I had no idea I could be so desperate for someone to touch me as I am for them. One night spent sleeping between them, and I need their closeness like my next breath. I hadn’t even known my feelings for the men were so strong until they touched me. Was that only yesterday? It feels like weeks ago. Perhaps it’s due to how much time I’ve spent with them. Even without speaking to each other, I feel like I know them better than anyone else in the world. And they know me.
“Please,” my voice cracks.
“You’re breaking my heart,” the nurse murmurs a second before I register the buzzer that opens the door.
Stepping back, I wait for my knights to enter before the door quickly closes again, denying my parents access. Instantly, I’m wrapped in their protective arms. Their strength seeps into me, and I feel as though I can breathe again. Hands on my hips, my back, delved into my hair. Their care and concern envelop me. It’s a feeling I never thought I’d be privy to. One I never knew how much I would cherish when presented to me like a gift.
I’m unsure how it happens, but one minute, we’re standing in the middle of the ward, and the next, I’m lying next to Abel as Cain settles behind me. Their bodies cocooning me between them, not a word needing to be spoken. If I close my eyes, I can almost forget where we are, why we’re here. I can pretend we’re in Greece with the warm air and sounds of waves crashing against the rocky wall, surrounded by the Ionian Sea. I can forget how damaged I am and that I’ve tried to take my own life because for so long, so, so long, it felt like that was the only way to stop the pain I was experiencing every day.
If I had known that day three months ago was going to change my life, maybe I wouldn’t have gone through with it. Perhaps I would have gone searching, instead, for these men who seem to complete me. Though, where would I have even begun?
I’ve never been one to believe in fate or happenstance. Still, I can acknowledge that if I hadn’t done what I did, I never would have opened myself to the possibility of a future, let alone a life outside the walls my parents surrounded me with.
In some ways, I’m so grateful for my struggles and my weaknesses because they brought these incredible people into my life, but in others, I hate how much I suffered and still struggle with my self-worth. But I know if I just open my heart and give this a chance, I might be granted the happiness I’ve spent a lifetime searching for.
Epilogue
FAITH
Three Years Later.
“Again,” I gasp as Cain settles between my legs, laving gently at my clit with his tongue as Abel watches. I’m nine months and three days pregnant now, and they are betting on when I give birth. The doctor said sex is a great way to induce labor. So for the last week, I think we’ve had as much sex as during our time married, and I can’t get enough of either of them.
Whether they take me separately or together, I always want more. There’s no denying our attraction and desire for each other. They constantly touch me and haven’t let me out of their sight for more than a few minutes at a time since we arrived in Greece all those years ago. I had no idea their plan when we left New York, but I knew I would enjoy the journey because I had the two most amazing men in the world at my side.
“Greedy, greedy girl,” Cain murmurs, sucking the small pearl between his lips and nibbling, skyrocketing the pleasure that recently dissipated from my body. “Give me everything you’ve got, little lamb.”
Combing my fingers through his thick hair, I lean back and try to relax as he takes me to the stars and back, again and again. It doesn’t matter that one of the first things I did as a legal adult was change my name to Faith and then to Faith Preston when we married less than a year later. But they still call me by the pet name they gave me when we met.
Little lamb.
And neither has any idea what it means to me that they did.
“She’s getting tired again,” Abel growls as I watch through slitted eyes as he strokes his eager cock.
“So, give her something to focus on,” Cain demands.
Licking my lips, I wait for Abel to edge closer, reaching out for him once he’s near enough. I don’t hesitate to open my mouth around him and gingerly work my lips up and down his length, just how he likes. Moaning as they both work my body until I break out into a sweat and grow too tired to remain sitting upright.
Abel pulls from my mouth, helping me lie back, and immediately captures my lips in a kiss that warms me to my soul. It’s a claiming of my body as I feel him working himself to an orgasm that I know he’ll spill across my naked body.
“Fucking perfect, little lamb,” he groans against my mouth as he releases on my swollen breasts just as Cain sets my body on fire, and I scream out my own pleasure for what feels like the tenth time this morning.
Languid and satisfied, my men join me on the lounger, tugging up the thin blanket I keep out on the deck of our home for this very reason. Water crashing into the jagged rocks below our seaside home lulls me into contentment as my men run their hands across my body.
“I love you both,” I murmur, sharing a look with each, secure in the knowledge they feel the same way.
