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And my ass. Jesus. Alec’s thick, long cock is fully inside me. And even though Alec and I have been together in many ways, many times, over the past several years—this is more than I could’ve ever hoped for.

The whole thing feels… right.

We are perfection in a state of lust.

Or lust in a state of perfection.

Either way, it’s paradise and we’re just getting started.

I let myself drift a little. Let myself dream about all the months, and years, and yes, decades that we will share. There will be a house somewhere. A tropical paradise, or a mountain retreat, or a farmhouse tucked away in a valley. I picture all of them. Every possible version of the happily ever after I never thought I’d get. Never thought I deserved.

We will be three forever. We’ll get rings heavy with diamonds. And have a ceremony. And a honeymoon that probably looks a lot like this moment in time right now. Wild fucking in a glass house, or on a yacht anchored in a sea of unreal blue-green water, or on the most perfect white-sand beach.

Danny lets go of my hair and pulls me out of my childish fantasy. His fingers rest on my chin, making me tilt my head up to look at him. I meet his gaze and picture what I look like from his point of view.

My long, auburn hair mussed and crazy from his fists. My mouth open, lips wrapped around the shaft of his cock. Cheeks puffed out, eyes watering—tears forming in the corners from the effort, and the longing, and…

And the deep-rooted fear that someone is about to come rip it all away from me. Laugh in my face and say, “You don’t get the fairy-tale ending, kid.”

I force those irrational feelings down. Swallow them as I push my face forward to take even more of Danny’s cock.

He smiles at me, but backs away. I grip his hip, trying to force him to stay.

But he just says, “Shhhhh,” as he bends down and kisses my mouth. Breathing his soft reassurances into me. And I swallow them down. Believe them. That everything is fine. This perfect moment can last forever.

I kiss him back, more desperate than ever to keep him close.

Don’t leave me, I want to say. And then I do. I say it. “Don’t ever leave me again.”

He smiles into our kiss and whispers back, “Never again. Now let’s see how far we can take this tonight.”

I don’t know what he means. But before I can think about that further, he grabs my shoulders and gently eases me up.

Alec is breathing hard behind me. Slowly pumping his dick back and forth into my ass. His arms wrap around my waist as Danny positions me fully into Alec’s lap and we crawl backwards, up onto the keys, and then, as Alec slaps away the bar holding the lid up, onto the top of the piano. And once we’re there, Alec still deep inside my ass, Danny grips my knees, spreads me open, and slides his body forward.

I look down between my legs and watch. I watch as the thick, swollen head of his cock bumps back and forth against my wet pussy. Teasing me until I’m moaning, my hand gripping his forearms, and then finally slides inside and everything disappears… because I close my eyes tight and just experience the completion of us.

CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN - DANNY

I moan. We all moan. It’s a single, guttural, satisfied moan. Like this is where we’re supposed to be. Like we’ve been working up to this moment for an eternity of lifetimes.

I want Christine to open her eyes. I want her to see me. I want her to watch as I fuck her. I want her to look down at my cock sliding effortlessly in and out of her pussy.

But I want to just enjoy it too. And besides, there’s Alec. Staring right at me. Our eyes meeting, holding each other in a single, shared, heated moment.

He smiles, grimaces as I thrust forward, making Christine’s whole body push against his chest.

Somehow the day has gotten away from us. The dusk has turned dark since Alec and I found Christine here at the piano. A blanket of moonlight shines through the wall of glass, bathing us in an unearthly glow the color of dust.

I feel Alec just as much as I feel Christine. Our cocks, separated by mere millimeters of skin, slide back and forth against each other inside her. We are synced up. In perfect rhythm. Connected at three points, on three sides.

It’s this moment I will remember forever. A single tick of time that adds up to everything I’ve ever wanted. And even though, before today, I had no idea I needed Alec in order to fully have Christine—I understand that now.

There is no her without him. No me without them.

Alec breathes out. Our eyes still locked. Like he’s reading my mind and he’s enjoying this tick of time too. It’s relief, I think. A respite from the stress of losing the shape we made and unmade, over and over again. And a satisfaction at the same time. That we made it. That we’ve connected again. That this time, we all know what we want and where we belong.

I slow down. My thrusts softer. My eyes half closed as I grab her tit with one hand and slide the other one up to her throat. I don’t squeeze. Not because I don’t think it’s hot or that she wouldn’t love to feel that little uncertain rush of adrenaline.