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He spreads me open and slides one large finger into me, and I gasp more loudly. I can’t stop myself. Some part of me thinks I should be quiet, that I should take his finger without a sound, but I can’t keep quiet. I’m out of my mind with need and I can’t keep my voice down. When he slides his finger out, adds a second, and pushes them both into me, I cry out.
The sound summons Gabe from the workroom, and his wide shoulders appear in the doorway. I look to him, half horrified that he’ll see me spread out on the counter for his father, but his eyes are between my legs, watching what Gunner is doing to me.
And his expression is hot with need.
He crosses the kitchen to stand behind me, his hands already undoing his belt and pulling his cock out. He’s running his hand up and down the length, stroking himself as he watches Gunner’s hand, and when he stops behind me, his hands come around to pull my shirt over my head. A flick of his fingers and the clasp of my bra springs open, releasing my breasts. Gabe takes them in his hands and leans forward to nuzzle into my neck, and when Gunner steps back, Gabe takes my mouth for his own.
I gasp at this new contact and Gunner’s sudden absence, but moments later my legs are spread more widely, and I feel a breath of hot air on my pussy.
I barely register this before Gunner runs his tongue from my ass up to my clit, licking every inch of me.
I jerk and try to pull away, but Gabe holds me in place, his hands squeezing my nipples and his lips keeping mine hostage. Gunner’s hands pin my legs to the counter, refusing to let me go, and I’m spread and helpless in front of my men as they take what they want from me. Gunner’s mouth is hot and demanding, his tongue pushing into my pussy and then retreating in time with Gabe’s tongue in my mouth, and when Gabe rolls one nipple in his big hands I think I might come undone.
I’m in Heaven, and I have no idea how I got here, but I never want to leave. I want to spend the rest of my life spread out on this counter giving my men what they want. Feeling them both entering me at the same time, and taking their promises as they offer them. I’ve gone from feeling empty and unloved to feeling so full I can barely contain it.
And my boys have found something that brings them together.
Gunner pulls back enough to slide two fingers back into my pussy, then ducks down and takes my clit in his mouth, rolling it with his tongue, and my hips start jerking. His fingers are crooking forward to hit the spot that I can’t deny and when he starts to speed up, I know I won’t last for much longer. Gabe is kissing me more deeply, his hands busy on my tits, and Gunner’s fingers are spinning me tighter and tighter, driving me inexorably toward the darkness.
Gabe breaks off the kiss and takes my earlobe in his mouth. “Tell me,” he says hoarsely.
“What?” I gasp. “Tell you what?”
“That you’re all in,” he grinds out. “Tell me you’ll never leave us again.”
“Never,” I agree easily. “Never, never, never.”
It becomes a chant and now I’m jerking my hips in time to the words, the tension in my body building and building around Gunner’s fingers until my muscles start to contract and pulse. I’m going to come, I realize, and the moment I have the thought, Gabe’s mouth comes down over my own again.
When I scream with my release, he swallows every note, his hand on my chin so I can’t get away from him. And I think again that I want to stay here forever, with these men who have found their way into my heart and will never let go again.
Because this is safety. This is home. And this time, when it’s my choice, I’m going to choose to stay.
Taryn
The next two days pass in a haze of Christmas-flavored joy. We decorate more of the house, winding the decor up the stairs and into the upstairs hall, and then hang lights on the outside eves. Gabe attaches those lights to the generator so they’ll turn on even if we lose power—always a possibility this deep in the winter—and I bake so many cookies that we start eating them as meals.
This leads to a joke that we don’t eat real food in the Hawke house, we only eat cookies, and by the time Christmas Eve rolls around we’re using this as some sort of code between the three of us.
“Cookies at midnight tonight?” Gabe will ask.
“When the otter flies,” I’ll reply.
And Gunner will laugh so hard he spits coffee on the table.
It’s beautiful and hilarious and indicative of what we’re building together, this threesome where our arms are linked and our cheeks ache from laughing, and for these two days, I feel like we’ve figured it out. We know how to move around and with each other and how to take care of what we have. I sleep in their beds at night—sometimes the three of us, sometimes just two—and we spend every waking moment together during the day.
We feel as if we’ve been together forever, and like this will never end.
I should feel safe and satisfied, and like I’ve finally come home, but the truth is, I know this will end. It’s just a matter of time. I haven’t been able to stop thinking about my mother and Johnny in the city and their continued threats against me. I’ve heard from her three times in the last two days, the threats increasing in strongly worded violence, and though I’m still not positive that she knows I’m up here, my instincts are screaming.
My mother has never considered me an individual of my own, and now that I have something she wants, she’ll never stop until she takes it from me.
And I don’t have the paperwork I need yet, so legally, I don’t know if I can do anything to stop her. With the way things currently stand, if she shows up here and tries to take me home without my permission, I don’t think anyone can stop her. Sure, I’m over eighteen and officially my own person, but the important birthday—the one that will mean my true independence—doesn’t happen until next week.
I haven’t said anything about this to Gabe and Gunner because I don’t want them to worry. Gunner knows a little, but not everything, and after having seen him over the past three days, I’m truly concerned about what he’ll do if he finds out. He’s gone from acting like I’m not here to acting like I’m his sun, moon, and stars, and if he finds out about the threats I’m receiving, I think he might kill someone.
Even if that someone is the woman he used to love.
