“Our life,” Eli corrected. “The three of us.”
“You both want that? This wasn't just Halloween madness?”
“Kris,” Hunter said, taking my hand. “I've been looking for you for three years. I just didn't know you were already there.”
“And I've been waiting my whole life for something this weird and wonderful,” Eli added.
“I don't know how to be alive,” I admitted. “I don't know modern anything. I died when the Backstreet Boys were still together.”
“We'll teach you,” Hunter promised.
“Everything?” I asked, though I mostly meant the sex.
Six hours and I was already addicted.
As the shower heated up and Hunter pressed against my back while Eli dropped to his knees in front of me, I thought about second chances. About waiting twenty years for this moment. About two men who saw me at my most desperate and chose me anyway.
The water was perfect. Eli's mouth was even better. Hunter's fingers were working me open again, preparing me for round... seven? Eight? I'd lost count.
“Your turn to be in the middle,” Hunter murmured against my ear. “Let us take care of you as someone living. Want to see if it feels different now.”
“Different how?” I gasped as Eli took me deep while Hunter's fingers slid in and out, like he owned my ass..
“You've been taking care of Hunter for three years,” Eli said, pulling off just long enough to speak. “And last night you experienced everything for the first time. Now it's our turn to worship you properly.”
“Still here,” I whispered, amazed. One hand pressed to my chest, feeling my heart beat steadily under my palm, faster now, responding to their touches with living arousal.
“Still here,” they repeated, and I knew they meant more than just the physical.
I was alive. Really alive. With a heartbeat and everything.
Best death ever.
