I make my way over to the rope to let Charlie down and Max starts taking off the cuffs. Ben is apparently not feeling very helpful because he stays right there with Charlie, holding her to him as she is finally free and collapses into his chest.
Okay, maybe he is helping. I don’t think Charlie can move anymore. I watch as Ben pushes them forward on the bed and lays Charlie down on all the pillows. She looks completely sated and very happy as she looks at each of us in turn.
“I love you guys,” she mumbles before closing her eyes.
“We love you too,” I echo with a laugh.
“C’mon firefly, you’re gonna wake up sticky if you fall asleep without a shower.”
“I’m already sticky,” she grumbles, half ass slapping Ben’s hands away when he tries to lift her off the bed.
“And so is the bed,” Max says. “Go shower with Ben and Andy so I can change the sheets. Then we can all take a nap.”
“Nooo,” Charlie whines half-heartedly. “We all shower together. We’re doing everything together now.”
I bark a laugh and help Ben get Charlie off the bed.
“Whatever you say, gorgeous,” Max says with a laugh.
Showering together is going to be comical. We may have the double XL bed now, but the shower is still regular sized. Making a mental note to start drafting up some renos for a bigger shower, I follow my three-favourite people into the bathroom.
I’m so proud of Charlie and how far we’ve all come together. The guys called me crazy, but I knew that this is how it would turn out. Charlie was the girl we were all waiting for. She brings out the best in all of us individually, but also together.
I’m pulled from my thoughts by a loud groan from Charlie. “Okay I was wrong. We don’t all need to shower in here together. There is only room for one of us under the water, and that’s gonna be me!”
We all laugh as Charlie gets into the shower ahead of us. Whatever she wants, we’ll gladly give her. That’s our girl.
Epilogue
Charlie
"Are you sure you don't want one Max? We'd be like ... the three amigos of dick piercings if you did." Andy paces with nervous energy around the waiting area of the tattoo and piercing shop.
"I am absolutely, 100 percent certain that I do not want someone sticking a needle through my dick. Thank you." Max is sat comfortably in one of the waiting room chairs, hand resting on my thigh while I sit next to him.
"What about you Ben? Time for another one, yeah?"
"Yeah, no." Ben chuckles. "Once was enough. You go ahead though Andy. All the power to ya."
"You are all a bunch of whiny baby party poopers." Andy sticks his lip out in a mock pout, and we all laugh at him.
"Betcha can't say that 10 times fast," I joke.
Of course, Andy tries anyway. "Whiny baby party poopers. Whiny baby party poopers. Whiny baby party poopers ..."
"Well, what about you gorgeous? You wanna get something pierced?" Max rubs slow circles on my thigh.
"I have thought about getting my nipples pierced. But I'm nervous." Andy's party pooper chant changes to "Do it! Do it! Do it!"
"That would be so fucking hot," Ben mumbles, more to himself than anyone else.
"Andy? You're up!" The piercer appears in the waiting room holding a clipboard with Andy's consent form on it.
His excitement fades quickly, and you can tell he's nervous. "One of you has to come with me," he pleads.
Max shakes his head, and Ben says something like "not a chance." I start to get up to go in with him, but my phone starts ringing.
"Ben, would you please go in with him? You're the one with the experience and he's gonna need a hand to hold."
