I grab my bag, hop out of the car and walk over to the mailbox to get the keys to our forever home. Built by my two loves with the help of Beau and me. Well, really, he and I just pointed fingers and fought over the style of the kitchen, but help is help.
When I get to the door, I notice an amber glow flickering from inside the house. Please, for the love of everything holy, don't let there be a fucking fire. I open the door as fast as I can, and the sight inside steals my breath away. Candles line every surface, casting dancing shadows on the walls and arches. Rose petals wind a trail through the entrance and out toward the living room, scattered like a river at my feet. Smiling, I place my bag, phone and keys on top of a moving box by the door, then follow the path my guys made for me and I think I might choke on the sheer impossibility of it because there they are. West,Haze, and Beau, kneeling in the center of this empty room, their hands entwined, their eyes burning with a promise I've only ever dared dream of.
This isn't what I think it is… right?
“Jovi,” Beau says on an exhale, low and tremulous. His hair is down and sweet mother of Jesus, he looks undeniably hot. My eyes roam over their bodies, dressed in their finest black formal attire, and I feel all giddy inside because I haven't seen West dress this fancy since the game show night on the cruise. Damn, they scrub up nicely. I take a step forward, but Beau’s voice stops me dead in my tracks. “I love you, Jovi. Every beautiful, fierce piece of you. Always have and I know I always will. I've wanted to do this since that day I saw you running from lizards. Hell, I would have done this back in high school if I had half the guts to talk to you. Babydoll. You shine brighter than anyone. You're my temple. My northern lights. My always. I can't spend another day without making you mine…ours,in every way possible.” I let out a breathy cry, their dark figures blurring from my traitorous watery eyes. What is happening right now? My chest feels like it's cracking open.His temple?How will I ever compete with that? My eyes land on Haze. His deep green eyes are dark in this light, but his intensity is hard to miss. His voice rips from his chest like it's been buried there for years when he speaks.
“Two years of you. Of us. Of everything we've built together. The breath in my lungs isn't worth anything without you with us, baby, and to me, two years isn't enough. I want you for always.I love you, doesn't even cut it. You, Jovi Jett Stone. You're everything I am. Everything I feel, and all I'll ever be. I'm not much for romance, but I mean every word, and I'll spend the rest of my life making sure you believe them. I love you.”
I can't breathe.
Always. Everything. I want all of it.Them.
My eyes sting as I lose my battle with the tears, now tracing paths down my cheeks and I don't bother to wipe them away. I can't even think. I can't form words because I know what this is. My knees give way and I stumble forward, reaching for them. All three take my hand. Their touch is the only proof that what's happening right now isn't a dream.
“I–” I choke on my own voice, laughter and sobs tangle together, and West moves in closer to me, letting go of my hand to wrap his arms around my body, cradling me to his chest.
“Hey, Trouble… shhh,” he soothes. “You were the puzzle piece I didn't even know was missing in my life. The reason nothing I did ever felt right. Whole.Complete.You came into my world like a damn storm, and it took a hurricane for me to realize that there's no fighting how I feel about you. You'll never have to wonder what you mean to me again, Jovi. You're the home I've always wanted and the home I can't live without, and I know the world doesn't see it…see us.Not the way they should. But I don't care. This is going to be a little different for us, but that's what makes us special. Special to me. Jovi, you gave me love without even knowing you'd get it back in return, because that's just who you are. I love you, Jovi. For all time, and I’ll die a happy man if you'd take my last name.”
Every word reverberates through me, shaking me from the inside out. Their words. Their voices. The way they're looking at me like I'm the only thing that's ever mattered to them. I press myself deeper into West, letting the steady warmth of his chest and the rhythm of his heartbeat wash over me. For a moment, I let myself exist in their love. Their gravity. My fingers clench into West’s black button-up, as if holding onto him will make this moment last forever. This is where I belong. The reason nothing ever felt right before I met them. The love I have for them isn't like anything I've ever felt with anyone before.
West presses me tighter, and I glance over at Beau, holding out a black velvet box, and I don't think I'm breathing when he opens it up to reveal the ring inside. I can't stop the gasp that leaves me.
“It's not just a ring,” Beau says softly. A little closer now, kneeling on one knee. “We had it made with some of the sand from the island. A little piece of that place. Of the moments we shared there. From that spot you and West almost got it on—hey!” Haze nudges Beau, and I lift my hand, speechless, trembling as I touch the box. The ring catches in the candlelight, and I can see the golden grains of sand inside the stones that frame the marquise diamond.
“I… This is perfect. You're perfect.Yes!All of me. For always. I love you. All of you. Yes!” Beau slips the ring on my finger and within seconds, all four of us collapse into each other. Holding me, loving me. This is the beginning of the rest of our lives. This house. Our home. It couldn't get any more perfect than this.
West shifts, gently guiding me down to lie on my back in the pile of rose petals, and he gazes down into my eyes like I’m the most treasured thing in the world. I wet my lips, and his eyes drop to my mouth for a single second before pulling me in, our lips parting together, and then slipping his tongue against mine in a warm, feverish kiss that robs my lungs of every breath. He moves my hands above my head, pinning them against the hardwood floor, kissing me deeper until we're a breathless tangle of heat and limbs, aching to feel each other. A surge of desperate need pulses up my spine.
“You're so fucking sexy,” I murmur between kisses, sliding my hands up his arms, loving the way his muscles flex beneath my touch. His body is pressed against mine, his erection grinding against my pussy through his pants while he takes control of me in the way that only West can.
“I want to claim this body,” he says, smoothing his hand over my stomach beneath my blouse, then gliding it up to cup my breast.
“It’s already yours, baby.”
“I want to spend the rest of my life buried deep inside you, painting you with my cum.” He kisses along my jaw before his tongue finds my neck. The warmth of his breath has me submitting to him as always, and I spread my legs, anything to feel him where I need him the most. He pulls back, rising to his knees, though his heated, blue gaze never once leaves mine as he starts to unbutton his shirt. I watch, biting my lower lip because the suspense is fucking killing me. I need to have him. All of them. I look down at my pants, way too in the way for my liking, then start to unbutton them.
“Did I say you could look away? Eyes on me, baby,” West murmurs, and my pussy throbs with each of his deep, gravelly words. My fingers immediately halt before Haze grips my wrists, pinning them back above my head and preventing me from reaching out and touching them. I love everything about being like this with them. But not being able to touch them is torture. I turn my head for the briefest second and notice that Beau is right there on my left. He reaches out and rips my blouse open with one big jolt. Buttons fly everywhere and before I can say anything about it, Beau squeezes my nipple. Hard. My body jerks, but Haze’s grip on me tightens, and in the next breath, Beau closes his mouth around it, soothing it with his warm, wet tongue. West pulls my pants and underwear down over my hips, tossing them across the room, and I realize I’m naked, save for whatever fabric remains of my shirt, but I might as well not have anything on because my tits are fully exposed. I’m completely bare for them and it isn’t fair because they’re all still wearing pants.
“I want to see you,” I beg before West smoothes his palms up my legs, then around to the backs of my thighs. He lifts them until my knees are almost in line with my face without warning, and he’s lucky I’ve been doing yoga because Goddamn. Three sets of eyes burn into my skin, staring at my exposed ass and pussy, and I love the way they borderline salivate at the sight. West moves away and his hold on me is quickly replaced by Haze’s, keeping me in position. West brings a hand to his mouth, swirling his tongue around his index and middle finger, before bringing them back down and sliding them through my already dripping slit. Then he moves lower, gently circling my hole and I already know that it’s going to be a long night. These men are so fucking greedy for me, and I wouldn’t have it any other way.
“You look like a dream, Jovi. Your perfect tight cunt is glistening, just waiting to be stuffed with our cocks. Isn’t that right, baby?” he says, slowly working me, coating me with his spit before he leans in, closing his mouth around my pussy. I cry out. The feeling of his tongue sliding up and down, then flattening over my clit has my body quaking. My pussy is pulsating as West sucks it into his mouth, drawing small circles with his finger along my sensitive flesh, and it’s all I can do not to thrash from the sheer pleasure his mouth is giving me. There is no getting out of this, and I don't even want to try.
“West, please, I’m fucking dying over here. Please. I need one of you to hurry up and fuck me.” I’m begging at this point, but I don’t care.
“You want all of us, baby?” he teases, as if he doesn’t already know the damn answer to that.
“Y-yes!” My voice comes out more like a cry as he slowly slides his finger into my ass but none of this is enough.
“How badly do you want your pretty little ass to be fucked?” Just the feeling of him touching me there sends a ripple of heat racing through every inch of my body, and my breathing is allover the place as he starts to fuck me with his finger. Slowly, he adds another, twisting and gliding in and out, preparing me so perfectly for what I truly want. What I need.
“Like, I’ll die without it! Please.” He lets out a breathy laugh in response, but I am beyond joking right now. There has never been a time when I haven’t wanted them. Just being near them has always been enough to unleash my inner goddess, and I have absolutely no filter when it comes to telling them what I want and when I want it. Whether they actually give it to me right away? That’s a whole other story. They like to tease. They like to play, and I let them. Because that’s the thing about our little game of love, I’ll never lose as long as I have them by my side. Haze lies down beside me, and our eyes meet. He’s naked now, and thank God.
Haze Lawson is so special to me.
My deep thinker. The one who feels everything a little more quietly than the rest of us, but somehow, more intensely too. He has such a beautiful mind. He says he’s not a romantic, but there has never been a moment he hasn’t swept me off my feet. He takes care of me in ways I never thought were possible. He grounds me when the world gets to be too much, and I lose focus. The way his eyes soften when he looks at me after a long day at work. The way he loves Dutchess, even though he hates cats. The way he helped me renovate my old apartment right after we all moved in together. After he had worked over twelve hours a day, he still showed up for me every single time. But, that’s just Haze. He shows up. He’s there. Always. He sees me exactly as I am and loves me unconditionally. And I think the thing I love about him the most is the way he loves Beau and West. He brings us all back to earth sometimes without ever making us feel small. He truly is our gravity.
“I am so damn in love with you,” he says, and my heart skips a beat because it’s like he’s in my head. He always knowsthe right thing to say at the right time, and I can’t wait for our forever.
