She does, taking him into her mouth with a moan that vibrates around him. Now she's completely filled, completely claimed by all three of us.
Colt and I start slowly. The sensation is overwhelming. Not just physically, but emotionally. This is claiming at its most primal level.
"That's it," I growl, my hands gripping her hips. "Take us. Show us how much you can handle."
"Such a good girl," Colt pants, his thrusts becoming more erratic. "Taking our cocks like you were made for it."
Beau's hand tangles in her hair, controlling the pace as she works his length with her mouth. "Perfect mouth," he groans. "Perfect everything."
The pace builds, all of us racing toward the edge together. Lucy is making sounds I've never heard before, pure animal pleasure that drives us all wild.
"I'm close," Colt gasps. "Fuck, I'm gonna come."
"Me too," I grit out, feeling the familiar tightness building in my spine.
"Together," Beau commands, his voice strained. "All of us together."
Lucy comes first, her orgasm so powerful it triggers all of ours. I feel Colt pulsing inside her alongside me as we both empty ourselves in her pussy. Beau groans above us, coming in her mouth as she swallows everything he gives her.
We collapse together in a tangle of limbs and racing heartbeats, all of us struggling to breathe. Lucy is boneless between us, her body still trembling with aftershocks.
"That… that…" she starts, then trails off with a breathless laugh.
"Fucking incredible," Colt finishes, pressing a kiss to her shoulder.
"Perfect," I agree, pulling her against my chest as we slowly separate.
Beau hums his agreement, his fingers stroking through her hair with gentle reverence.
We lie there in the afterglow, bodies cooling, hearts slowly returning to normal.
Outside, the Montana night is quiet except for the distant call of an owl and the whisper of wind through the trees.
Inside, everything feels right in a way I never thought possible.
This shouldn't work. Three men, one woman, sharing everything from her body to her heart.
But somehow, with her, it does. It's balance. It's everything I never knew I needed.
35
Lucy
I wake to the sound of breathing. Three different rhythms weaving together like a symphony. Gabriel's deep and steady beneath me, Colt's rougher cadence to my left, Beau's controlled exhales against my shoulder. The harmony makes my chest warm and impossibly tight.
I'm sprawled across Gabriel's broad chest, his arm a possessive weight across my waist. Colt's calloused hand rests on my bare hip, fingers still curled around me even in sleep, while Beau's long leg tangles with mine, his face peaceful in the golden Montana sunrise filtering through the shutters.
Twenty-one years old today, and this is exactly how I want to celebrate my birthday.
The thought makes me smile against Gabriel's warm skin. If someone had told me a year ago that I'd be celebrating my twenty-first birthday naked in a sheriff's bed with three men who've claimed every inch of me, I would've laugheduntil I cried. Now? Now I can't imagine any other way to mark this day.
Gabriel stirs beneath me, his arm tightening reflexively before consciousness fully returns. When it does, his hand slides up my spine in a slow caress that makes me shiver despite the warmth radiating from his body.
"Morning, Trouble." His voice is gravelly with sleep and satisfaction, lips brushing the shell of my ear in a way that sends heat racing through me despite everything we did last night.
"Morning." I press a soft kiss to his collarbone, tasting salt and something uniquely him. "Sleep good?"
His free hand tangles in my hair, tilting my face up so I can see those blue eyes, clearer and more content than I've ever seen them. "Best sleep I've had in years," he admits, thumb tracing my cheekbone with reverent fingers. "You?"
