She finally removes her hand and looks at me, giving me permission to speak.
"First, I don't care what anybody thinks. We each have enough money to live a thousand lives, whether our company fails tomorrow or ten years from now. If clients don't want to work with us because of who we love, fuck them." I turn her so she's straddling me, cupping her face and forcing her to look at me.
"If you want to travel, we'll go with you. If you need to find yourself or experience more, we'll make it happen. Just do it with us. Because if you ever leave again, we won't survive."
Skylar's eyes glisten, and I brush away her tears with my thumbs. I want to hold her, make it all better, but she has to hear me out first.
"As for marriage”—Skylar tries to look away, but I pull her closer, resting my forehead against hers—“officially, we can't all marry you. But we've talked about it.”
Skylar's eyes fly open in disbelief.
"We would create a legal arrangement with our lawyers, collectively and individually. You and any future children would be protected if anything should happen to one or more of us. We would have a ceremony for the four of us. And yes, we'd all be Daddy. It won't matter to us who the biological father is, although we’re hoping you might be willing to go for three so we can each get you pregnant once. It's part of the breeding kink we all share. But we’re flexible, and ultimately, the choice to have children is entirely up to you."
Skylar stares at me, her grin growing with each word I speak.
"And finally, the company will be fine for as long as you need to stay here. Now that we know you aren't running from us, we can stay in Fox Falls for as long as you need us to. Our financial situation gives you options you never could have dreamed of, and we all want to make that happen for you."
The worry eases from her face, and she takes a deep breath. "So, you're saying that all I need to do is trust that you guys love me and enjoy my life?"
I smile, grateful that she isn't resisting or making excuses to push us away. "Yes."
She shrugs. "I'll think about it."
"Think about it?" I growl, digging my fingers into her ribs until she's laughing so hard she can't breathe. When I finally stop, she cups my face, bringing her lips to mine in a kiss so purely full of love that my entire body warms from the inside out.
"I love you," Skylar says shyly.
I kiss her nose. "Never as much as I love you."
"That is true. I didn't hack into your personal life and stalk you like a psycho."
I grimace, not entirely proud of our behavior, but she isn't wrong.
"Good thing I don't scare easily." She grins and gives me one more quick kiss.
Standing, she lifts the hem of her shirt and reveals her perfect tits in a move more sensual than anything I could have imagined on my own.
"Let's do our thing, baby." She giggles as I get up and chase her into the other bedroom as quietly as possible.
I push her toward the bathroom and turn on the hot water in the shower. Skylar watches me, eyeing the tile bench and raising her eyebrows in question.
"Next time, I'm going to have you ride me on that bench," I tell her, turning her to face the mirror over the sinks. "This time, I want you to watch me fuck you."
Her eyes close, and her skin breaks out in goosebumps as I run my fingers lightly down her arms.
"Open your eyes, baby."
Skylar's eyes fly open. Pulling her hips back, I push her down on the counter so she's at a right angle and lined up with my cock. I stroke my shaft, the tip already weeping and ready to fill her. I nudge her open with my knee, and she quickly complies, spreading her legs wide. Her opening is slick with her need, and I want a taste before I fuck her.
"As much as I love to hear you scream, you have to be quiet so you don't wake up Hunter or Mark. This is my time," I warn.
Skylar nods, hiding her mouth against her arm. Our girl is loud. I'll need to talk to Hunter about soundproofing every possible room we might want to take her in.
I drop to my knees behind her, spreading her open for me, and devour her pussy like I'll never eat anything more delicious in my life. Her honey floods my tongue like a magic potion that turns me into a feral beast. I feast upon both her holes, spreading her wide so I can lap up every last bit of her juices.
She bucks forward, writhing back against my face as I make a sloppy mess of her gorgeous pussy. Her legs shake, and her soft cries are barely contained against her arm. My cock drips on my leg, spurting pre-cum in a desperate warning. I’m not sure how much longer I can wait to fuck her.
I pull back, forcing myself to my feet, and replace my tongue with my finger. I've got Skylar so wound up that she tries to hump my hand.
