I follow, tears stinging behind my eyes.
We stay this way, breath slowing. Liam deep inside me, the heat of him nestled between my thighs. His heartbeat steady against my ribs.
The sound of keys startles both of us.
The front door creaks open. Boots. Damp footsteps on the wood.
We don’t move.
Linus opens the bedroom door. Hair tousled from the wind, jacket open. His eyes immediately zero in on the two of us on the floor. Liam’s cock buried inside me.
His mouth curves. “Huh. Didn’t take long.”
Liam lets out a soft huff against my throat but doesn’t shift. I don’t blush. There’s nothing shameful here. We’re not cheating.
Linus shrugs out of his coat and starts to undress without a word. His shirt hits the floor, belt unbuckled with a clink, trousers peeled away. His cock is purple at the tip. He watches as Liam eases out of me, then helps me up onto my feet.
The three of us cross the hallway to our bedroom and crawl into bed. Liam reclines against the headboard and I settle my back against his chest. He cradles me so I’m facing Linus.
I spreadmy legs to show him my pussy filled with Liam’s come.
“You want my cock too, love?” His Dublin growl radiates low and warm.
“Yes,” I breathe.
He guides himself to my entrance, the thick head sliding through everything Liam left behind. He pushes in.
“Fuuuck.” He grips my hips. “You’re full of him…”
My howl is helpless, high and sharp, hips rocking back. Liam kisses my shoulder, my neck. Holds me firmly when Linus starts to fuck me with rolling thrusts, each one deeper than the last.
They’re all around me. Liam’s chest warm at my back, fingers working my nipples, while Linus drives into me from the front, watching every reaction he wrings from my body.
“God—yes—please…”
“You’re ours,” Liam whispers. “Aren’t you?”
“Yessssssss,” I exclaim as Linus slams deeper, rhythm steady, his cock sliding through Liam’s come coating my channel. My body shakes at the intensity of the moment and I lose myself in an epic release.
Linus follows, thrusts stuttering as he spills too, thick and hot.
When he collapses, Liam shifts so I’m enveloped between them.
They hold me, fingers brushing mine, mouths soft against my skin. I feel their heat. What they gave. What I took.
I’m home.
This is everything I ever dreamed of.
More.
It’s real.
forty-two
Linus
Four Months later
