Tyler groans. “Fuck, I’ve missed seeing you between us.”
I’m building up a sweat, pushing against their cocks, needing to be filled as deeply possible. “I don’t think I can last much longer.”
“Your ass has my dick feeling too good,” Felix grunts. “Play with your clit. Come on Tyler’s cock while I fill your tight ass with cum.”
Before I can reach between my legs, Tyler strokes my clit. My body seizes, clenching hard around them, forcing an orgasm for all three of us.
Tyler curses, thrusting up and emptying himself in me.
“Fuck, yes, Harper,” Felix hisses, pulling my ass to the base of his cock.
My body gives out due to the intense high, no longer able to hold myself up. Before I collapse forward, Felix wraps an arm around my chest, preventing me from landing on Tyler’s wound. He keeps pumping into my ass, drawing out all three of our orgasms. With my last ounce of strength, I squeeze my hips, working every drop of cum out of them.
“Good girl.” Felix’s breath is hot against my cheek. “Take all of us.”
We remain locked together once it’s over, sweating and panting, tingling with bliss.
“Better than I remember.” Felix pulls out and helps move my limp body off Tyler before we collapse onto the bed.
The moment I’m empty, Tyler and Felix’s cum leaks down my thighs. I smile, not wanting to wash it off any time soon. I love being marked by them. I want their cum in me at all times.
Once checking Tyler’s bandage is still intact and there’s no bleeding, I curl into his side, resting my head on his chest.
Tyler kisses my forehead. “Are you okay?”
“The best I’ve ever been.” I’m exhausted and feel like I’m high, floating with euphoria. Every muscle in my body is useless.
“I remember this.” Felix grins, watching me. “The post-orgasm intoxication you have when you’re with both of us.”
“I love you two so much.” My voice is airy. I’m in a daze.
They laugh at the state I’m in, then repeat the wordsto me. Felix hugs me from behind, his body flush to mine, painting kisses at the nape of my neck.
The three of us lie quietly in the aftermath, catching our breath. No further words need to be spoken. I know they feel this connection as much as I do.
Finally, all three of us are home.
CHAPTER THIRTY
FELIX
It’s early morning when I wake, tangled in bed with Harper and Tyler. His arm is wrapped around her waist as they sleep. The two of them look peaceful, Harper especially. My lips brush against hers, careful not to wake her.
This, right here in the bed, is everything.
I don’t know how I went all this time believing I could live life without the three of us. Some part deep within me knew I was living a lie, even when I thought I could be happy just with Harper. I’ve never seen anything more beautiful as when she’s wedged between the two of us. My dick is completely drained. The best sex I’ve ever had. Something that should feel wrong is the missing piece of my life clicking into place.
I pull on a pair of black pants and slip out of the bedroom, leaving the private living quarters and heading for my office, ready to plan the new trajectory of my life.
Now that Tyler is well on the way to healing, we’ll relocate to the penthouse. I’ll move him in with us. He’llrun this speakeasy with me and help expand it, as he was always supposed to. We’ll focus on getting Harper pregnant.
The Scarlet Mirage is dead at this hour of the morning, with not a soul in sight. Once sinking into the leather chair behind my desk, I open the top drawer, staring at the red poker chip from my youth.
This time as I weave the chip through my fingers, the item feels like an old friend instead of a traitor. I watch the chip, reminded of everything it symbolizes with my brother.
The door opens and Theo enters, carrying a duffel bag. “Blackwood.”
He drops the open bag on my desk. I assume it’s filled with eclipse and quirk a brow when finding thick rolls of cash and a passport.
