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I shift my weight, then flatten my feet on top of the counter and reach between my legs, lifting my balls out of the way, exposing myself to him completely. I know how much Bez enjoys seeing me full of him, marked and owned. His chest rises and falls sharply, his fists grip my ankles. In a moment, he’ll be hard again.
I’m that good.
His hair looks wildly tousled from my hands. His cheeks flushed, pecs and neck filled with bruises, and his eyes pure, melted silver.
I feel smug and loose, floating on a post-coital sea.
“How do I look?” I ask, tone a little sassy.
“Like mine,” Bez whispers, spreading his cum over my inner thighs.
I hear Wednesday’s little claws clicking on the floor. Gabe made her a small chicken coop on the balcony after installing a metal net to cover it all. He says he doesn’t like her, especially when she steals his wallet or ruins his carpets, and they engage in long stare battles. I think they’ll soon fall in love, though. Bez, of course, adores her.
My boys are like ice and fire, opposites who only gang up to make me do something.
I’ll start my university course in September. Gabe and Bez forced me into it. They made a university scholarship fund for Spencer, the bloke that lived near my old apartment. He called Gabe, and in exchange for his help protecting Gabe’s car, he asked for a job. Ballsy right?
He’s a good kid, trying to change the cards that fate dealt him. Gabe told him no, but offered him the scholarship. Then my boyfriends decided that I should go too, full-time, and Gabe threatened not to give the scholarship to the boy unless I accept one as well.
Tosser. I didn’t fall for it, not at first, but Bez’s skilled mouth made me yield…fairly quickly. They also paid all my gran’smedical bills. I’m grateful, I really am, but I still get mad when they tell me about a fact after it’s done. Especially if it’s about me.
“Are you still pouting about the bills I paid?” Gabe asks me, he’s a mind reader now.
“Again the Paddington hard stare? It’s never worked on me, Gabe.”
He brushes with a finger the heart-shape engraving on the tiny urn pendant hanging from my necklace. We spread the rest of Gran’s ashes in Lake Michigan from Uri’s house a month ago. It was hard letting her go, but she’ll never really leave me while I honor her memory.
I still can’t go inside her house. A step at a time, right?
“Why do you always call me Gabe?” he suddenly asks.
“Isn’t it your name?” I joke, sitting up to nip at his lower lip. The large glass door on the left lets the morning light shine brightly inside the living room. The sunrays hitting him from this angle give him a diaphanous, angelic appearance. He’s magnificent, and it makes me want to do wicked, dirty things to him.
“Why don’t I have a nickname like the others?” he insists, like a dog with a bone, or a hardheaded idiot that doesn’t know when to kiss his boyfriend back.
“Oh, I have a few things I’d like to call you,” I reply.
“Tell me.” His lips curl slightly. Fucking hell! Yep, he does that now, but only when he wants something from me because he knows I can’t resist his almost-smile.
“I… You’ve always been Gabe to me. Couldn’t give you any other name,” I try to explain. He’s not even listening to me, looking for something inside his jeans pocket. I swear to God, if he pulls out his phone, I’ll cut him.
“How about husband?” he says as he slips a beautiful ring on my finger. It has three stones, the center one is a diamond, emerald cut, the other two on each side are round and smaller. It’s breathtaking.
“This ring was made from the blade of my most precious knife. The sharpest and deadliest,” Gabe tells me as I’m trying to stop my heart from exploding out of my chest.
“The two rubies on the sides are Gabe and me.” Bez squeezes my thigh.
“The diamond in the center is you. We remain near you and cherish you as you shine brightly. Our Lori,” Gabe adds.
“You gave me a sandwich ring.” My voice quivers. I gaze up at him, my eyes turn blurry as his confused face swims in front of me. “Does this mean you want me to live with you permanently?” I dumbly ask.
“You were never going to leave.” He has a soft, fond look that I'm sure nobody has ever seen but me. His strong, muscular arm loops around my waist, his big hand resting possessively on the swell of my arse as he pulls me against him.
“I love you boys so much.” I let out a wet laugh, never felt happier in my life.
“Is that a yes?”
“Crikey, yes!” I scream, kicking my legs out.
