She peaks, spasming around me. She’s coming on my cock—no,hercock—and with each thrust of her hips and moan from her sweet mouth, I fall deeper into the inevitable, transcendent love that has the power to sustain me for the rest of my life.
“That’s right, baby. It’s always been yours. It always will be. Even when the others are here—I’m yours. Completely.”
The last words are choked out as another orgasm ripples through my core, pulling every muscle in my body taut as I spill in long, hot spurts inside the woman I love.
Chapter forty-six
Sawyer
I’m drowning in disbelief as every cell in my body hums in bliss.
My mind is fuzzy, but in the best way. The world is brighter than it was even an hour ago. There’s a gentle ease in the center of my heart, where all the worry and anxiety used to live. Something clicked into place just now.
It worked.
It workedwell.
They shared. No one died. Or tried to cause physical harm. Is that the litmus test for a successful polyamorous relationship? Probably not. But it’s a start.
I turn my head to the side, resting it on my forearm, soaking in the warmth of the fire.
Beside me, Ty is naked. We all are. His cheeks are flushed, dark brown eyes alert but content. Flickers from the fire dance across his features. Over his head, outside the window, snow still falls at a rapid pace.
Mercer has made his way over to Noah, the two of them on the couch talking quietly.
With a deep breath in and back out, I acknowledge that this might be the most peaceful, blissful moment of my life.
I’m with the men I love, safe, sated, and whole. I’m not alone. There’s a very good chance I won’t be alone ever again.
My heart is full here, in this place with these people. And I’m filled with hope. No one was left out. There was no need for a sacrifice or a devastating compromise. For the first time in a very long time, I feel like the best, most complete version of myself. It’s a gift and a blessing and a treasure I plan to cherish for the rest of my life.
Chapter forty-seven
Tytus
Mercer crouches before us, looking first to me, then to our girl. “Come on,” he encourages, offering his hands. “Let’s clean up and go to bed.”
Sawyer lets him help her to her feet. As he wraps her in the discarded flannel she was using as a makeshift pillow and ushers her out of the living room, I sit up and stretch out my neck. When my incisions burn from the pull, I suck in a sharp breath.
“Time for more meds?” Noah sidles over, dressed in just a pair of sweats.
He puts a hand out, and I take it, allowing him to help me up.
I snag a pair of sweatpants off the floor, step into them, then stand slowly, shifting my weight as more aches make themselves known. “Yeah, that’d be great.”
“Follow me.” He saunters out of the living room and starts up the stairs.
With each step up, pain radiates through me. My knuckles are nearly white as I grip the railing to keep myself from tumbling backward.
I’m sore as hell.
But that was so fucking worth it.
“There’s another bathroom down the hall,” Noah says as we reach the landing. “I’ll meet you back out here in a minute.”
While he steps into the first door on his right, I head down the hall as instructed.
I piss and clean up the best I can, washing my hands thoroughly before returning to the hall. While I wait for Noah to return, I study the photos of smiling people that make up a gallery wall across from me.
