Page 74 of My Ex-Fiance's Best Men
The look on Crystal’s face doesn’t evoke that same confidence nor even an ounce of his enthusiasm. I saw what Maggie wanted me to see. Clearly, I have no real family here. Just people I share a bloodline with.
“Keep telling yourself that, Matthew. I wish you both precisely what you deserve. And I will get what’s mine, Crystal. I’ll get what I’m owed. Mark my words.”
I turn away and head back downstairs. Another deluge of tears threatens, but I blink them back as I storm out of the mansion. It’s not until I get behind the wheel of my car that I allow myself a moment to just break down and let it all out.
22
PHOEBE
Ifind myself standing outside the door, the Hamptons sunset painting the sky blood red behind me. This is the only place I could think of that felt safe. And as soon as the guys let me in, I realized I was right.
“Rough day?” Theo asks.
“You could say that. Can we talk?”
“We’ve been waiting for you to reach out,” Dominic says. “We’ve always been here, Phoebe. Always.”
Hearing that makes me want to cry even more. “I know. And in my panic, I pushed you away. I’m so sorry.”
“Hey, it’s okay,” August says and takes me in his arms.
For a moment, I lose myself in his embrace, wrapped in his strength and comfort. I feel the soft linen of his shirt against my cheek. The scent of his cologne fills my head with sweet memories of the wonderful times we had together. I know they were always here, and I should’ve known better than to doubt any of them.
“It’s going to be alright,” Dominic says, running his fingers through my hair.
I close my eyes, cherishing his touch. The three of them hold me while I cry my heart out and melt against them, letting go of everything. My purest form emerges as they guide me into the bedroom.
“There will be plenty of talking later,” Theo whispers in my ear. “We’ve got some catching up to do first.”
“I agree,” I reply and kiss him.
We lose our clothes somewhere along the way. My dress lingers in the doorway, a shapeless mass of pink under a ray of sunset light. My fingertips explore every inch of bare skin, tickled by curls of chest hair and enticed by the curves of taut muscles.
“It’s been such a mess,” I say as they trail kisses down both sides of my neck. “What we have is the only certain thing, isn’t it?”
“Nothing will get between us unless we let it,” Dominic replies.
He cups my breasts, squeezing hungrily as our eyes meet. He lowers his head and takes one nipple in his mouth, suckling feverishly before he does the same to the other.
My breath hitches and my head falls back to rest on Theo’s shoulder, his hand moving around my hips to find that swollen, wet spot between my legs.
“Oh, I’ve missed this,” I moan as his finger circles my clit, priming it for what I know will be an explosive release. “I’ve missed this so much.”
“I can tell,” Theo growls, going further and slipping a finger inside me. “Baby, you’re already so wet and hot.”
“Fucking hell,” August manages as he bites into my shoulder.
I wrap my hands around the twins’ cocks, both hard and throbbing as I stroke them, slowly at first, until the rhythm builds, until they come closer with ragged breaths and darkened eyes.
Dominic’s teeth graze my nipple. Theo’s cock is wedged between my buttocks. He presses the head against my opening, then slides it back up, making me wet all over until, finally, he penetrates me easily.
“Oh, fuck!” I cry out as I welcome him inside me.
I hold on to Dominic’s sculpted shoulders, my lips locked on his while he takes over for Theo, proceeding to tease my clit until I’m pushed closer to the edge. August handles my breasts, kneading the tender flesh.
“Give it to me,” Theo commands as he fucks me harder and faster from behind. I love the sound of skin slapping skin as he rams into me, stretching my pussy in the most glorious way.
Dominic stares at me, breathless, as he waits for me to reach the pinnacle.
