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I watch him go, feeling nothing but happy in the moment. “It’s nice to have three boyfriends who stand up for me,” I say without really thinking about it.

All three of them turn to look at me, and I realize what I said. I blush, wrinkling my nose. “Is… is it alright to say that? Is it too soon to call you my boyfriends?”

Ares grins. “We’ll take that to start with.”

“What does that mean?”

“Boyfriend is great,” Tate chimes in. “But it’s really too small a word for what we want from you. What we want to be to you.”

“What do you want to be to me?” I ask.

Callan pulls me close and drops a kiss to the top of my head. “Everything.”

Ares and Tate kiss me in turn, sealing their agreement.

With nothing left to do here, we get back in the car and start heading for the airport.

Instead of taking the exit, Ares veers away from it. We all look at him, and I speak for all of us when I ask, “Where are we going now?”

He smiles, leaning back in his seat. “I’m not in any hurry to get home. We still have some time before the holiday break is over, right? Why don’t we just drive?”

“We could,” Callan says, agreeing easily. “My shop is closed until after the new year.”

“And you know, a lot can happen on the road,” Tate adds.

I laugh, feeling lighter than I have in a long time. “Sounds good to me.”

We head down the highway, taking the long way back home.

EPILOGUE

BRYNN

About a Year Later

I wake up spooned tightly in Callan’s arms. I shift a little, yawning and stretching, and Callan tightens his arms even more, like he doesn’t want to let me go even while he’s sleeping.

It makes me smile, knowing that he wants to hold on to me so much. All of them have kept their promises in the last several months. It’s almost Christmas time again, and after moving in together, Callan ends up in bed with me every night, and he’s still there every morning. It’s amazing that the man who used to refuse to share a bed at all is now the last one who wants to get out of it. We all sleep in one big bed, and Callan is always the one pulling me closer in his sleep. I love that.

“Morning,” Callan mumbles, nuzzling against the back of my neck as he wakes up. He presses his lips to the tattoo he gave me, the way he does by habit all the time.

“Morning,” I say back with a smile. “You know, I was just thinking about how when we met, you refused to sleep in bed with anyone. Now you’re here wrapped around me like an octopus.”

He just snorts. “You changed all my rules. You know that.”

I do know that, and I love that he admits it so freely.

His hands start to wander, moving over my sides and down to cup my pussy through the thin material of my pajama pants. I can’t help but moan as he rubs against me, my hips jerking when I grind down against his hand.

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” Callan whispers in my ear. “That’s why I can’t stop touching you.”

I lick my lips and grind down harder on his hand. “And you’re so good to me.”

He kisses my neck and then rolls me over so he can press his mouth to mine. The kiss turns heated, but we pull away before it goes too far. We have things to do, after all.

Callan gets up first, pulling back the curtains to let light flood into our cozy bedroom. The room is big enough for all four of us, just like the rest of the house. It’s done up in dark woods and nice, modern but cozy furniture. Callan’s sketchbook is always on the nightstand, and right across from the bedroom in the hall is a framed poster from one of the cheesy movies Ares was in years ago.

I can already hear Tate rummaging around in the huge kitchen, and it makes me smile that we have this home that’s so perfect for all of us.