Enzo and Breck are on either side of me, hands roaming, mouths finding sensitive spots on my neck and shoulders. The combination of all three of them is overwhelming in the best way.
“You’re going to come for me one more time,” Ansel commands. “And this time, you’re going to say my name.”
“Ansel—” I’m already close, impossibly.
“Louder.” He adjusts the angle, hitting that perfect spot.
My fourth orgasm crashes over me, and I scream his name. He follows immediately, groaning into my neck as he empties himself inside me.
We collapse together in a tangle of limbs. The world narrows to the bed, their bodies, the sound of our breathing.
Breck’s hand finds mine. “You’re stuck with us now. All three of us. Forever.”
Enzo pulls a blanket over us, and they shift to create a cocoon of warmth around me. Ansel on one side, Breck on the other, Enzo sprawled partially across all of us.
“I love you.” The words slip out before I can think about them. “All of you. I love you.”
Ansel’s voice is rough with emotion. “I love you, too.”
“Love you, Little Genius.” Breck’s fingers trace patterns on my hip. “We’re going to spend every day proving it.”
“We love you, Remy.” Enzo presses a kiss to my temple.
I close my eyes, surrounded by the men I love, and for the first time since this whole nightmare began, I feel completely safe. Completely home.
And I know, without a doubt, that this is exactly where I’m meant to be.
Epilogue
REMY
One Year Later
The penthouse smells like my lasagna, which means Sunday dinner is about to get chaotic in the best way.
I’m setting the table when Breck comes up behind me, wrapping his arms around my waist and pressing a kiss to my neck. “Need help?”
“You could grab the wine.” I lean back into him. “The good stuff. Your grandmother is bringing her famous tiramisu.”
“She’s going to want updates.” He releases me but steals another kiss. “You know she will.”
I do know. Sadie has been asking about ring shopping for months now, despite our repeated assurances that we’re not in a rush. She’s convinced we need to “make it official,” as if living together and being disgustingly happy isn’t official enough.
I’ve tried explaining that legally marrying three brothers is complicated, but Sadie waves her hand and says, “Minor details.” I’m starting to understand where the triplets get their stubbornness.
The elevator chimes. Enzo emerges first, followed by Sadie, who’s carrying a dessert container that probably weighs more than she does.
“Let me get that, Gran,” Enzo says.
“I’m seventy-nine, not dead.” She swats his hand but lets him take it, anyway. “Remy, darling, you look radiant.”
I hug her. “You say that every week.”
“Because it’s true every week.” She pulls back and studies my face. “You’ve changed my boys’ lives for the better in so many ways. I’m so grateful for you.”
“So are we, Gran.” Ansel steps out of his office and smiles at me before hugging Sadie.
She moves toward the kitchen to hug her other grandsons.
