Page 130 of Beautiful Chances

“I-I can’t move,” I stammer as pleasure builds inside me again. Remembering Kas wanted me to ride him, I try to move my hips, but it’s no use. I’m sandwiched between them.

Kas is lying on his back, and by now, I’m almost lying on top of him while Coen is pumping between my thighs. Looking down between my legs, I can’t contain a loud moan as I realize their balls are touching when Coen thrusts into me.

“Oh, shit… That’s so hot,” I pant without elaborating as I involuntarily clench around both of them. “Fuck me harder,” I demand.

Not needing to be told twice, they slam into me harder and faster. Kas thrusts up and into my ass from beneath while Coen rams into my pussy so hard I almost lose my balance.

“Sweets, your tits are insane when CJ thrusts into you.” With a groan, he palms my breasts again, teasing the areola with featherlight touches.

“This is making me hard again,” Alec groans, and I look up at him as he’s stroking himself above us.

With all the stimulation going on, it’s hard to form words, and it takes several tries before I can speak. “Come on my mark, Alec. I want you to coat it in your cum.” Despite my heavy breathing, he hears me, and he strokes himself faster, almost matching the pace with which his brothers are fucking me.

“Coen! Alec! Kas!” I scream their names as my entire body tightens, this orgasm feeling even more intense than the previous ones. Black spots dance in front of my eyes as I force them shut. My body contracts and spasms between them, and I can’t do anything but give in to my pleasure.

Pleasure that’s heightened as my three men groan and come in and on me almost simultaneously. Kas comes first, pumping my ass full of his seed while Coen thrusts into me one more time before shooting his hot load deep inside me. Alec is the last to come, and I open my eyes and watch ropes of white cum shoot from his dick and onto the burn mark still nestled between my breasts.

Too tired to move, I let myself fall back and collapse on top of Kas. Both he and Coen are still inside me, and for some reason, it feels like Alec is left out, since I don’t have any part of him inside me.

“Come here,” I mumble as my eyelids droop. Alec sits down next to us, and I take his hand, tugging until his face is hovering above mine. “Kiss me!” And boy, does he. It’s a slow and sensual kiss, one of those toe-curling ones I can feel everywhere.

As soon as his tongue invades my mouth to tangle with mine, I sigh in pure satisfaction. This, us… It has been worth every single thing we’ve been through. If this is what life required of me to give my men and me a life together, then it’s a price I’d pay again if I had to.

I let myself indulge for a few more minutes before I sweetly place a close-mouthed kiss on Alec’s lips. “Help me up?” I grin as I hold one hand out to him so he can pull me up from the floor.

“I thought we were all getting two rounds,” Kas says, pouting in the exaggerated way only he can get away with.

“Maybe later,” I laugh, reaching for my clothes and getting dressed.

Even though I wish we could spend the rest of the night in a naked tangle of limbs, we already have to hurry to beat my siblings to our house. This is the first time they’re coming to see it, and only the second time I’ve seen them since I told them about the bomb Mom dropped. Of course, Dad wanted to go on with the secret, something I refused. I have had enough lies and secrets to last me ten lifetimes, so there was no chance of me agreeing.

While I still talk to Dad once or twice a month, our relationship is even more strained. I know he’s sorry. Even a blind man can see that, just as a deaf man can hear the guilt and sadness in his voice. Being sorry isn’t enough, though. Maybe I would have an easier time forgiving him if he had ever stood up for me or if I’d heard the truth from him rather than having it thrown at me like an insult.

Instead, he held onto his precious secret for dear life, and now he has to keep everything in, no matter how much he wants to talk about it. Yes, he’s tried talking to me about my biological mom. So far, it’s been fruitless, though. I’m not ready to hear about the mom I never knew existed.

As for the mom I did know, we haven’t talked at all. The last I heard from Reid, Dad asked for a divorce. I try not to ask because I don’t want to care. I also don’t want to put my siblings in a situation where they feel they have to choose. Regardless of what Miranda did or who she is to me, she’s still their mom, and nothing will change that.

Jewell is probably the one that’s the most upset. She had a few months where she didn’t want to speak to her mom at all, and I can’t say that I blame her. For Reid, it was harder. He has his son to think about as well, and I can only imagine how hard all of that is to juggle.

The most important thing to me is that my siblings and I are okay, and we are. We’re talking and texting more than ever, even doing weekly sibling video calls just to keep in touch. That, to me, is all that matters.

“I guess all that’s left to do is get rid of our trash and leave our keys on the kitchen table,” I say once we’re all dressed, my tone sounding wistful.

“Are you sure you’re ready to say goodbye to the first home you ever owned?” Alec asks, even though it’s too late to change my mind.

All three of them have asked me that numerous times before I put the place up for sale, and even more after I accepted the first bid with zero hesitation. “Home is where you guys are, and this apartment is too small for all of us.” I’ve said this so many times I’d started hoping they’d believe me since it’s the truth.

Even if they want to live here, which Coen suggested, it’s not right. I never faltered in wanting us to have our own house—a fresh start, a place we can build and form our lives together. And now we have it.

One afternoon, after leaving Coen’s parents’ house, we took a detour route home and came across a gorgeous one-floor house that just so happened to be up for sale. Although the guys objected, I talked them into bidding on the property. It isn’t grand or luxurious, but it’s perfect in its imperfection. Plus, there’s the added bonus it isn’t close to our old neck of the woods, meaning it feels even more like a do-over without being reminded of hardships and the pain we’ve endured.

In the end, I talked the guys around to us buying the house. Their only condition was that I only put up a quarter of the money as they wanted to get mortgage loans for the rest. Naturally, I didn’t listen, and I put up half for the down payment, taking out a loan in my name for the rest. I could have paid in full, but I knew it was important to them to pay part of it, so I wanted to respect that without burying them in debt. The way I see it, my money is our money, and they need to get over their misplaced pride.

The timing was perfect. Just two weeks after the sellers accepted our bid and our mortgage loan was in place, the owner of the house Alec, Coen, and Kas rented wanted to sell. He’d received an outrageously generous offer from a company that wanted to buy the houses in the neighborhood. The offers were so great that everyone accepted and moved out within two months.

The last time we drove by there, a few weeks ago, we could see the total destruction of the building site. Every house is torn down, and they’re building a… I don’t actually know what they’re turning it into. I do know that it’s slow going, especially since there was a destructive fire where we used to live. Although it didn’t spread too far, it burned the ground so badly that everything was destroyed.

While I’m no expert, the news reporter said that the fire was worse than what the company led on. Luckily it was contained in an area that, funnily enough, was right where the old basement was. Even though I had no proof of confirmation of who bought up the neighborhood, I had my suspicions, and they were proven correct when a spokesperson from Electric Mind was on the news to reassure everyone that everything was fine and that the incident was being investigated internally.

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