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They were heavy on me, my legs shoved back as far as they would go, as Knox did most of the work. Each time he sank into Finn, Finn would sink into me.

While they were heavy, it was comforting. I felt safe and protected. I trusted my men immensely.

Finn craned his head and kissed Knox again before leaning down and kissing me. He was a little sweaty, and his lips tasted like salt, but I loved it.

The air in the small space turned humid and warm from our heavy breathing and sweat.

Finn whimpered in my mouth; no doubt Knox had been hitting his prostate. He did the same for me with his piercing, making my eyes roll in my head. Soon, his body froze, and warm cum filled me and marked me.

“Good boy,” Knox said to him, out of breath. “Pull out and put his plug back in.”

Finn left me empty, but soon he filled me with my plug to hold in his cum for as long as Knox deemed fit.

There were pleasing murmurs behind the curtain that I tried to ignore, which went suddenly silent again when Finn sucked down my cock as Knox fucked him again.

I was so close already from Finn hitting my hot button so many times, and his body giving me friction on my dick as he fucked me.

“Make him come quickly, Precious. I’m close, but our Sweet Boy needs to come next.”

Finn dug in his tongue on the underside of the head before sucking me down again. A few bobs and I was done for, quickly coming into Finn’s mouth. I fisted the sheets underneath me and cried out.

As my body grew numb and lifeless, Knox pounded into Finn like hell, gripping his hips so tightly that bruises would be left behind.

Knox grunted and froze before milking out the last drop of cum inside him. He pulled out and quickly plugged up Finn.

“Oh, I like that. They have to wear each other’s cum. So hot,” I heard Atlas say a little too loud—no doubt so I could hear him.

We wiped ourselves down with a couple of towels we’d brought and climbed out of the small space. I loved knowing I had Finn’s cum trapped in me. Atlas wasn’t wrong. It was hot.

When I stood upright, Atlas bounded over to me and pulled me into a hug, as awkward as it was being naked. “So sexy! You have to watch me next!”

Before I could respond, he was yanked away by his bosses, and they growled at him for touching another man, especially a naked one.

Instead of looking contrite, Atlas beamed at the jealous attention. I huffed a laugh. That was so typical of Atlas. I was happy for him.

We quickly said our goodbyes, got dressed, and headed home. My home. It now belonged to all of us. For the first time in over a year, I felt whole again. Complete. Finn and Knox did that for me.

Once we got home, I pulled them both into a group hug. “Thank you for this.”

“For what?” Finn asked.

“For everything. For freeing me. I love you both so much.”

Knox chuckled and kissed my head. “And we love you, Sweet Boy.”

Chapter 30

Finn

Epilogue

February-AnotherTwoMonths Later

I stayed home tonight, reading a book on the couch and sipping on some Cabernet Sauvignon while Father and Ryder worked at the club. But I was bored. After working so long and so much as a model, sitting at home doing nothing for the past several months except for reading was dull. I could’ve gone to the club, but I did that a lot already. Sometimes, I wished I had made more friends or put in more of an effort to have them.

My agent tried to get me back to modeling again, even after having to pay to get out of my contract, so my career hadn’t been in the total shitter. Regardless, I didn’t want to go back, despite missing it. That last moment with Marc Laurent had ruined it for me, so he could go fuck himself. I also didn’t trust anyone.

Maybe I could find some different work, but what? I’d been so focused on modeling that any other interest in something different never once cropped into my mind.

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