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Turning to Kingston, I say, “I’m just enjoying the water.”
“This is my favorite time of day,” he says, handing me a glass of sparkling liquid.
“Champagne?”I ask, taking a sip.
He nods.“But only one glass.Bash and I have plans for you, little one, and we don’t want you impaired.”
His care and attention are touching, and I blink back tears.
“Hey, hey,” he says, gathering me in his arms.“If you’re not ready to mess around, we don’t have to—”
“No, I want to,” I say.“It’s just you’re so…good to me.”
He presses me to his chest briefly before letting me go.“I love you, Ella.Your happiness is my number one concern.”
“It’s overwhelming sometimes,” I say.
“We come on strong.”His eyes are gray-blue, like the ocean beyond.
Sebastian comes out on the deck of the house and brings his hand up to shield his eyes from the setting sun.Spotting us, he waves and begins striding toward us.
Kingston continues, “We have strong feelings, Bash and I.It takes a strong woman to handle us.I think you’re that woman.But if we get to be too much, you let us know.We can try to compromise, back off.”
“Back off?”Sebastian asks.“Us?”
I giggle and take another sip of my champagne.It’s smooth, sweet, bubbly.
I don’t know how I got so lucky—I found two amazing guys who would move heaven and earth for my happiness.In the two days since the kidnapping and car accident, they’ve canceled everything they had going on and whisked me to the beach.Kingston arranged for a week off of work for me—the first vacation I’ve had since before Dad died.So far, we’ve been spending the time lazing around.We read, watch movies, cook together, and go for long walks.There’s a section of beach a couple of miles away with tide pools, and I love spotting the orange starfish, green anemones, and purple urchins.Sebastian even brought Schrödinger, so we don’t have to worry about him being lonely back in the city.
“I’m so incredibly lucky, and spoiled,” I say, squeezing Kingston’s hand, then Sebastian’s.“Thank you for this time with you.”
They each lean toward me and kiss my cheeks, one man on each side.It’s probably my emotions going wild, but I can imagine a wedding photo, just like this.On the beach.I’m in a white dress and they’re in tuxedos on either side of me.They lean in and kiss my cheeks while I hold their hands—shiny rings on each of us.And that would be the photo for the cover of our wedding album.
I blink away the notion.I’m getting way too far ahead of myself, too fast.We’ve only been dating since the end of January, and it’s the end of April, now.Way too soon for marriage dreams!
And yet, with the soft way they each look at me, adoration in their eyes like I’m a treasure to them, someone valuable and precious…it’s hard to banish the marriage thoughts.
Sebastian steals a kiss from my mouth, then takes it deeper, clutching the fabric of my shirt at my back and pulling me close to his body.I nearly drop my champagne flute, but Kingston is there to gently take it from my grasp while Sebastian grinds against me.
Abruptly, Sebastian pulls away.“I’m sorry, princess, I should’ve talked to you first—are you ready for all of this?”
“Bythis, do you mean yours and King’s cocks?”I ask.“Because if so, yes.I want you both.So much.”
“Good,” Kingston rumbles, while Sebastian reaches for me again.
Sebastian
We make our way back to the house, kissing and stumbling in the sand.The sun is sinking, and although I love watching sunsets, nothing compares to the lust-dazed expression on Ella’s face right now.
She’s barefoot and wearing a pair of jeans and a long-sleeved tee, as well as that scarf that she thinks hides her bruises from Kingston and me.
It doesn’t work.We know those bruises are there.We’d give anything to go back in time and prevent it all from happening.
She still has nightmares.I want to obliterate them.I want to obliterate all thoughts of Joel Tyler and his awful violence.
But I can’t.The only thing to do is move forward, try to get past it.
When I tug on the end of the scarf, Ella grabs it.“Maybe we should go to the bedroom, where it’s darker.”
