He slides one finger inside her, and she whimpers at the intrusion. He goes slow, patient, adding a second finger only when she relaxes around the first.
“That’s it, Wifey.” His thumb finds her clit, circling with just the right pressure. “You’re doing so well.”
Callum and I watch from either side of her. Callum’s hand strokes her thigh. Mine rests on her stomach, feeling the muscles contract with each wave of pleasure.
Evan’s fingers work inside her. He knows exactly where to touch and how much pressure to apply. His mouth moves to her other breast while his thumb maintains that maddening rhythm on her clit.
She’s writhing now, her fourth orgasm building despite her exhaustion.
“I’m going to give you what you need.” He removes his fingers and positions himself at her entrance. “Look at me.”
She does, and he pushes inside slowly. So slowly. Letting her feel every inch.
“Oh God,” she gasps.
He starts moving with long, measured strokes. Nothing rushed. Nothing frantic. Just steady, deep thrusts that hit that perfect spot inside her every single time.
“You feel amazing,” he tells her, his voice rough with pleasure. “So warm and tight around me. I could stay inside you forever.”
She reaches up, cupping his face. “Evan, I love you.”
“I love you, too, Tania.” He picks up the pace slightly, angling his hips so that every thrust grinds against her clit. “Let go for me, Wifey. One more time.”
Her back arches as she comes apart.
Evan groans, his rhythm faltering as her release triggers his own. He thrusts deep one final time and holds there, shuddering as he empties himself inside her.
They stay like that for a long moment, foreheads pressed together, both breathing hard.
When Evan finally pulls out and collapses beside her, Tania is completely spent.
Callum reaches over to brush hair from her face. “You alive, Red?”
“Barely,” she manages, but she’s smiling.
I pull the covers over all of us. She’s in the center, surrounded on all sides.
Her hand lifts, and she admires her new piece of jewelry.
“It really is perfect,” she says quietly.
Callum grins. “We know.”
Evan laughs. “Modest as always.”
She closes her eyes, settling deeper into the mattress. Within minutes, her breathing evens out. Asleep.
Callum’s watching her. “She’s really ours.”
“She is,” Evan confirms softly.
I look at the ring on her finger; the three diamonds catching light—one for each of us.
I spent my whole life doing what I was supposed to. Following rules. Meeting expectations. Building an empire I never asked for.
This is the first thing I’ve done just because I wanted to.
And I’d choose this again. Every time.
