“We have no beef with you, man,” Chad adds. “It’s in the past. If you can let it go, so can we.”
Ares clears his throat, looking more than a little emotional. “We were a team today.”
“We were,” Chad agrees.
“Weare,” Jase says.
“I liked it.” Ares’s cheeks pink, and my mouth trails the ground. “It felt good.”
“Oh my God. Are you blushing?” I probably shouldn’t tease him, but this is too good not to.
“Careful, dollface. Just because I’ve agreed doesn’t mean I’ve turned into a pussy. I can still put you over my knee and slap the shit out of your ass.”
Warmth floods to my core, and I squeeze my thighs together.
Jase laughs as he picks me up and throws me down in the middle of the bed. “I think you know by now that’s not a threat as much as an invitation.”
Ares smirks that arrogant smirk of his as he crawls up onto the bed. “Why do you think I said it?”
I turn over, propping myself up on all fours, and offer my ass up to be spanked.
Then we spend the next few hours fucking like our lives depend on it. I ride Chad as Ares takes my ass and Jase fucks my mouth. Then we switch around, and Jase pounds my ass while Ares fucks my pussy as we lie on our sides, and Chad films it with his phone while sitting in a chair by the bed, jerking off to me being railed on both sides. Later, I kneel on the floor while they surround me with their erections in their hands, and I take turns sucking them off while fingering my cunt.
I lose count of my orgasms after five, and at some point, as the sun is rising in the sky, we fall asleep in a tangled heap of sweaty limbs, united, satiated, and suitably distracted.
Epilogue
Ashley – one year later
“Take your panties off, and wait for me upstairs,” Ares says, groping my tits through my white dress. “I want you on your knees on the bed with your wedding dress bunched at your waist and your legs spread so I can see your glistening pussy.”
Said pussy gushes liquid lust at his words, and I’ll have no problem meeting his demands. Except the timing is off. “It’s too early to ditch our own wedding. We can’t be rude.”
“I don’t give a fuck, dollface.” Ares slaps my ass hard and pulls me into him, pressing his erection against me. “Feel how hard I am for you?” I whimper against his lips as his hand lands on my lower back, and he holds me in place. “I’ve been that way since I saw you walking down that aisle. I can’t wait another fucking second to chain you to my bed and ram my dick into your greedy cunt, your tight hole, and your fuckable mouth.”
“Wow. That’s some Shakespearian shit right there,” Bree says, popping her head over Ares’s shoulder. “You should give wooing advice to every newly married man. You’d earn a fortune.”
“Fuck off. I’m having a private conversation with my wife.” His face lights up at the words, and I swoon against him.
Bree and Ares got their marriage annulled a few days after the showdown in the crypt. From that first night when Ares joined us in the bedroom and claimed he was all in, he has more than proved it, and I’ve been living my dream this past year.
The four of us have found a structure and a rhythm that works for us. We still have one-on-one time, and there are regular occasions when it’s me and two of the guys, and we have group sex at least twice a month. Ares has introduced Chad and Jase to his kinky fuckery, and we built a sex room in our new house with mirrors on the ceilings and some on the walls, a myriad of sex machines and toys, and an array of bondage equipment.
I didn’t think Ares would want to get married, but I should have known his competitive nature would win out. He got down on one knee, totally surprising me, three months ago. The guys helped him to plan it, and I cried tears of joy when I heard that.
I never thought all three of my men would get along, but they are the best of friends now.
Of course, Ares is still an arrogant dick at times. Chad and Ares bicker like an old married couple, and Jase loves to wind the two of them up.
But mostly, they all get along.
And they are united in their devotion to me.
I’m such a lucky bitch.
“I think you’re blushing again,” Bree says, pinching his cheeks.
Ares glares at her before turning it on me. “You never should’ve told her that. She’s going to be teasing me about it when she’s old and gray.”
