“How does it feel?” Rafe asked Holt. “To have us both at the same time?”
“Heaven,” he groaned. “Fuck.”
“That’s what I intend to do,” Rafe said.
A moment later, Rafe began fucking Holt.
Hard.
Deep.
Fast.
With every thrust, Holt fucked her deeper. When Rafe rammed in, Holt hit the perfect spot inside her. Bailey saw stars. Her scalp tingled as pleasure coursed through her veins.
“Fuck, yes,” Holt hissed, his eyes opening as he stared down at her. “Come for us, Bailey. Come all over my cock.”
She was so close, her pussy clenching and releasing as she tried to hold on a little longer. Her insides coiled as a sparkler of sensation detonated in her core. She couldn’t stop it. The orgasm made her cry out, arching her back as Holt slammed in so deep she swore she would feel him for eternity.
“You’re so fuckin’ beautiful,” Holt bellowed. “Fuck, Rafe. I can’t … oh, fuck … I’m coming.”
Rafe’s deep, booming roar followed as the bed shook one final time.
“That was…” Bailey couldn’t find the word.
“Amazing?” Holt supplied.
“Mind-numbing?” Rafe added.
“Perfect,” she decided. “That was perfect.”
They fell to their sides beside her on the bed, the warmth of their bodies prolonging the sweet sensations still moving through her.
“I know one way it could’ve been better,” Rafe said after a moment.
Rafe and Holt lifted their heads and looked at each other over her.
“She needs a bigger bed,” they said in unison.
Bailey giggled, then it morphed into a full laugh as she snuggled into them and accepted that she’d finally found her happily ever after.
***
Rafe waited until Bailey and Holt fellasleep before he slipped out of bed. He went to the bathroom to clean up. Since a shower was just as fast, he went that route, soaping up and rinsing off, hoping he hadn’t woken them in the process.
When he finished, he went to the kitchen for a bottle of water.
As he went through the motions, moving around Bailey’s apartment—what would soon be shared by all three of them—he kept waiting for the panic to hit. He stared out the window at the front of the house, noticing that downtown Coyote Ridge was only now beginning to close. There was a light on in the bookstore, which meant Violet was closing out her receipts for the day. The barber shop sign had stopped spinning, Mr. Harris gone for the evening.
Interesting how it looked the same from here as it did from his apartment. A week ago, he would’ve said it was completely different. Then again, he felt completely different now. He wanted to claim that walking through the house had exorcised his past, but he knew that wasn’t the case. Those demons likely lurked and would return when he least expected it, but he felt strong enough to face them now. And one trek through the house hadn’t given him that strength.
His brother had by reminding Rafe that he was still the same brother he’d looked after when they were younger.
Bailey had by opening her heart to him and letting him see that he would never be alone as long as she was with him.
And Holt had. Perhaps Holt had given him the most strength because he’d shown Rafe that he was more than he’d ever given himself credit for. Holt had let him open up, and he’d never once looked at him with pity or shame. That had given Rafe the strength he needed to live a life worth living.
And now he was.
