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Sully curses harshly, and I know he’s close. Jason comes at the same time, both of them throbbing and pulsating as they release deep inside me. I gasp and moan, welcoming every thrust and ripple as I come apart at the seams.
Outside, the blizzard rages on.
I’ve got two perfect cocks inside me and one filling my mouth, and I can’t let go of any of them. I clench myself around each, determined to hold on for dear life, not wanting to let this moment pass. I’m theirs, and they are mine. I know it is the first of many beautiful nights yet to come, and I feel so lucky.
“I don’t want this to end,” I whisper.
Matthew lifts my chin so he can look me in the eyes, shadows hooded over his face. “It won’t. Not until I give my last breath, baby. And that ain’t happening anytime soon.”
“Good. Because I can’t get enough of you.”
“Then give me a couple of minutes,” Sully growls as he rolls me over on the bed. “I’ve got a lot of work for you tonight.”
“I think the three of us have an entire task list for you tonight, Selina,” Jason chuckles gruffly.
I can feel warmth dripping down my thighs and onto the silken sheets. My body is as soft as pudding, my hair’s a mess, and my heart’s a constant wildfire, but this is as close to heaven on earth as it’s ever going to get.
I put on a Cheshire cat grin and arch my back, letting my breasts rise with each deep breath as my men admire me, as the shimmer of an unforgettable afterglow settles over our sweaty bodies. The clock may have jumped well past midnight, but the night itself is still young. The morning will find us here, still sucking and licking, pinching and slapping, biting and caressing, devoting ourselves to the act of making love until exhaustion leaves us splayed across the bed wrapped on one another’s arms.
We will sleep soundly for a while, only to wake up and start all over again.
I’m safe and loved and protected. Most importantly, I’m home. Wherever Matthew, Sully, and Jason are will always be home.
Epilogue
Selina
The following months are a superb combination of weird and wonderful, of new and scary, of perfect simplicity and unexpected balance. I’m just a few weeks shy of my due date now, and my belly is huge. I’m taking up more space than usual, my back hurts like a motherfucker, and my men take turns rubbing my feet and ankles whenever we’re together. But I wouldn’t change a single thing about any of it.
I’m still not talking to my parents, not that it’s a problem. I’ve accepted that this is how they chose to live. With plenty of emotional support from Matthew, Jason, and Sully, I’ve learned to let go of the ghosts of a past I can never change, anyway. I have plenty of marvelous things on my plate. A baby on the way. A blossoming career as a junior designer for The Sartorialist, as Etienne has finally taken me under his wing. A nice and comfortable place to stay, also thanks to Etienne who has become my good friend, my unexpected father figure and design mentor, in addition to being my boss. And a wonderful and fulfilling relationship with three men who always go above and beyond for me, for us.
I even got myself a new car, something I am able to afford with the raise that came with my new position within the company. Summer is bright and hot in the heart of Providence, the sun forever shining and smiling down upon me as I drive myself to work. There’s plenty of traffic, and the temperatures are getting downright nasty, but this new ride has an awesome A/C system that keeps me comfortable behind the wheel. The radio is playing some of my favorite songs, a smooth mix of 80s music that has me smiling and bobbing my head to the rhythm.
It’s as if the universe itself has realigned to match the song in my heart.
Not a day goes by that I don’t miss my sister Maddie, but I understand that she would’ve wanted me to let go, to forgive myself and move on. Once that concept was fully internalized, I was able to look forward with fresh enthusiasm, with joy and determination. I’m living for her, too. Every day counts as two. One for me, and one for Maddie. I like to imagine she’s watching me from somewhere beautiful and peaceful, smiling proudly as I move through life with sparkling energy and love oozing from every single pore.
I arrive to work with a decaf latte in one hand and my purse in the other, the sliding doors opening as I make my way through the megamall building and take the escalator up to the first floor. A different kind of music plays here during opening hour—bubblegum dance, as I like to call it. I don’t mind it. It’s supposed to appeal to everyone. The summer look of this place is colorful and happy, an abundance of pastels and neon signs, mobile tiki bars and balloons cluttered at the center of the domed roof. It adds an extra kick to an otherwise tired step as I walk into The Sartorialist.
“Good morning, sunshine!” Etienne greets me with a broad smile.
“And a good morning to you, kind sir!” I gleefully reply.
“Good morning, Selina,” the trainee sales specialist says from behind the counter. The rest of the crew has yet to arrive since we don’t open for another hour, but I do appreciate Lara for her spunk and dedication.
“Mornin’!” I say with a wink.
She will be taking over Matthew, Sully, and Jason’s store accounts soon enough. I still make sure they get the best out of our designs, of course, but they’re my only sales customers at this point. I spend most of my working hours in the back office with Etienne, as I follow in his footsteps and further hone my design skills.
I’ve already got six products currently awaiting their turn on the manufacturer’s desk, which will be released with our autumn/winter collection. Naturally, I’m stoked and eager to do more, already proud to have managed six different items under Etienne’s personal approval. He’s an excellent teacher, and I have to admit, I’ve learned more from him in the past three months than I learned in all my years of design school. Granted, most of my experience in the store has also been a tremendous help to me, as I’m able to easily discern what makes The Sartorialist’s brand really tick with our desired clientele.
On top of that, I’m dating three of its most prized customers. Of course, I’ve got some insider knowledge that certainly helps. Matthew often tells me about what he likes and what he’d like to see more of on the shelves.
“How are you coming along, Lara?” I ask, setting my coffee and purse on the counter.
“I’d say I’m doing well, but Mr. Lacroix can confirm or deny,” she says, half-smiling. I like her. She’s in her early twenties, a strawberry blonde with sharp green eyes and impeccable style. The Sartorialist uniform suits her perfectly, and she has already flawlessly adopted the demeanor of an expert sales specialist. I’m comforted by the idea that my men will be in good hands. “I’m definitely loving the job and its challenges.”
“I can confirm that Lara is doing a wonderful job,” Etienne says. “Though she hasn’t met Mr. Hamstring yet.”
