33. Epilogue II
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EPILOGUE II
SIERRA
Several hours later
“Do we have to get up now?” My voice was hoarse from all the shouting I’d done, but I was too sleepy to care.
“I hope not.” Tristan stroked my hair as I rested my cheek on his sculpted chest.
“Good. I never want to move again.”
“Me either. Carter and Drew are crazy.”
“Agreed,” I said drowsily. “Oh wait, you mean about the running thing.”
“Yep.”
Carter had always enjoyed a good run—I’d learned that once I finally got a chance to spend time with him somewhere that wasn’t covered in snow—but Drew was a recent convert. They ran together a few times a week, sometimes in the morning and sometimes at night.
And sometimes after sex, which was weird. But they’d headed out a half hour ago, while Tristan and I lounged in Carter’s extra-large bed.
“I don’t know where they get the energy,” I mumbled.
Tristan's tired smile might have been suggestive if I hadn’t worn him out. “You were pretty damn energetic for a while there. I wouldn’t be surprised if the neighbors file a noise complaint.”
“Worth it.”
Tristan’s fingers rubbed down my arm, brushing the side of my bare breast. “How much longer do you think they’ll be gone?”
“I don’t know. They’re the fitness freaks, not me. Why?”
Tristan pulled me on top of him, and his cock stirred against my thigh. “I’ll give you a hint.”
“That’s a pretty big hint,” I teased, and I gave him a quick kiss. “But what if the others come back?”
“Then we’ll ask them to join in. After they take a shower.”
“Sounds good to me.” I rubbed my body up and down Tristan’s, enjoying the warmth of his skin and the delicious friction. It was incredible being with all three men, but I also enjoyed one-on-one time.
Like when Tristan and Carter went into their office and Drew worked from home. All I had to do was to tell him that I had writer’s block and needed to get my mind off my story for a while, and he’d come up with the perfect way to distract me. It was funny how often I got writer’s block when he was working from home.
And then there was Carter. He wasn’t shy about initiating things when he found me home alone, or out on the balcony late at night, or in the elevator at the guys’ new office building… he was pretty much good to go anytime—and I loved it.
“Want to be on top?” Tristan asked. The men had been teaching me to do that. It was hot because our bodies connected at different angles, but it still wasn’t entirely comfortable for me.
Somehow, It made me feel on display. Like I had to perform—and I’d been performing all my life. Still, it was something my men enjoyed, and for them, I gave it a try. And once I got over my nerves, often had spectacular orgasms as a result.
“You don’t have to if you want, but you always look so gorgeous with your hair flowing around your bare shoulders—like a Valkyrie,” Tristan said.
“Well, when you put it like that…” I grinned at him. I was pretty sure that Valkyries weren’t known for riding men naked, but hey, if he thought I looked like one, I’d take it. Besides, even though all my men were very well endowed, it was easier to be on top of Tristan or Drew. Attempting it with Carter’s girth and length was something for the advanced level, not a beginner like me. “Let’s do it.”
“Thank god,” Tristan said, putting his hands behind his head. “Because you tired me out before.”
I gave his cock a few long strokes. “Looks like this guy didn’t get the message.”
Then I swung my leg over to straddle him. I pressed his hard length up against his abdomen, sliding myself up and down it as a warm-up.
Tristan reached for my swinging breasts, and I bit back a smile. I knew he wouldn’t be able to keep his hands behind his head for long. But my smile turned into a deep, throaty groan as he captured my nipples and teased them into hardness.
Lifting my hips, I reached for his cock, grasping the head. The moisture from the tip made it easy to glide my fingertips in circles, making him groan. Then I positioned it at my entrance, swirling it around a few times the way my men often did before they entered me. It was so hot that we could do this without a condom now that we’d been tested, and I was on the pill.
Slowly, I lowered myself down his cock, engulfing him as he spread me open. A deep moan escaped me. It felt good but the look of bliss on Tristan’s face made it even better.
I started undulating my hips, not just up and down, but also forward and backwards, giving him different sensations. He put his hands on my hips, gripping hard, not to control me but because he knew I liked that.
The pressure from his fingers gave me a hint of what felt best to him, and I enjoyed how his large hands covered so much of me. His thumbs stroked along my abdomen, and his long fingers curled back to my ass cheeks. There were several tantalizing options for where his fingers might go next.
“God, that feels good,” Tristan said as I established a rhythm. The pleasure in his voice made me want to please him more, so I put my hands over his, arching my back and making my chest stick out. Then I slid my fingers slowly up my body, finally resting them just under my breasts.
Tristan’s eyes were glued to my chest as I rode him, squeezing myself around him. Then I cupped my breasts, letting them bounce against my fingers as I moved up and down. All my guys liked that sight.
I threw back my head, letting my hair tease my back, while I squeezed my breasts, and Tristan’s hands tightened on my hips at the same time his own hips thrusted upwards. That was my cue to go faster, but I didn’t need it. The pleasure building up inside me made it impossible not to.
Tristan looked up at me, a question in his eyes. “Not yet,” I said, breathing harder. I wanted to get as close as I could before he lent me a helping hand. I leaned forward, my hands resting on his powerful chest for support. My hair tumbled down toward, curtaining my face.
This new angle meant that his long cock hit a different spot deep inside me, and it felt so damn good. I couldn’t remember how many times I’d come today… and couldn’t remember the days when I used to think that one orgasm was enough.
My heavy breathing filled the room as I moved over him. When my moans were louder than my gasping breaths, I said, “Okay.” Tristan slid his hand between us, curling his finger up to tease my clit. I cried out at first contact and almost came right then, but I did my best to wait for him. Judging by the way his hips were lifting off the bed, he was close.
“Please,” I gasped, and he rewarded me with more pressure on my clit. He had his other hand on my ass, guiding me down on top of his cock. “Oh please…”
And then he grunted loudly, his cock pushing deep inside of me, and I couldn’t hold out any longer. I arched my back and cried out as his cock pulsed deep inside me. My inner walls clamped down on him while my arms and legs shook out of control.
“Fuck,” Tristan panted as he released himself inside me. “Fuck, that’s good.”
I collapsed on top of his chest, and he wrapped his arms around me. Neither of us could breathe right yet and neither of us had our bodies under control, but no way in hell were we letting go of each other.
Except as my orgasms faded away and the aftershocks took over, it was too much effort even to lay on his chest. Eventually, I rolled off him and onto my back, his arm under my head. “Wow.” My voice was quiet and hoarse, but he heard me.
“Agreed.” He lay there panting for another minute before continuing. “We need to do that more often. You’re getting really good at it.”
Both pride and a small amount of concern flickered through my mind. “I don’t think I’d want to do it that way every time. I like it when you guys are on top.” I giggled. “Or behind me. Or pressing me up against the wall.”
“You just listed some of our favorite things,” Tristan said with a grin. “And don’t forget, you live with three horny men.”
“How could I possibly forget that?” I stroked my hand lightly over his flat abs.
“I mean, I don’t think it’ll be a problem to find someone to give you what you want. The odds are kind of in your favor.”
I studied his incredible blue eyes. “Does that bother you?”
“No. I wouldn’t be here if it did.”
“But… why?” It was a question I’d always wondered about but had been afraid to ask. Until now.
He put one arm behind his head with the other still around my shoulders. “It’s a little hard to explain, I guess. Because when you know something is right, you know it deep down inside you, in a place that doesn’t deal with words.”
“It feels right to me, too.”
“I’m glad. I guess… to me, it’s like a bonus. I’m with the woman I love. I see her every day. I sleep with her. I spend as much time as I want with her. But I’m also living and working with men who feel like brothers to me. Men who are smart and funny and who have my back no matter what.”
“That’s beautiful.”
“It is. And some people might not understand it, but as long as the four of us do, that’s what matters.”
“Agreed.”
I snuggled my head against his shoulder as his breathing slowed. We were both tired after a marathon sex session, but our descent into sleep was halted by the sounds of the front door banging open and feet pounding up the stairs.
“How on earth can they have the energy to move that fast?” I asked, somewhat grumpily.
Drew burst into the room, with Carter close on his heels. “You’re never going to believe this!” my youngest suitor exclaimed. Then he caught sight of us on the bed.
Carter raised an eyebrow. “Looks like someone found their second wind.”
“Fourth wind,” I said with a giggle.
“You snooze, you lose,” Tristan said, smirking at his buddies.
Carter laughed. “We were running. You were snoozing.”
“Not all of the time.” Tristan gave me a quick kiss on my forehead.
“Anyway,” Drew said, excitement still lighting up his eyes, “You’re never going to believe what happened.”
“You said that already,” Tristan grumbled. I was glad I wasn’t the only one who was a little bit bummed that our afterglow was cut short.
Slowly, I coaxed my sore muscles into a sitting position. “Tell us.” I brushed my tousled hair out of my eyes in order to better appreciate their shirtless, gleaming chests.
Carter went into the bathroom and got two towels, one of which he tossed to Drew. “We know we should have waited for you, but there was a park bench nearby, so we just couldn’t help ourselves.” He wiped off his forehead as he spoke.
“You two had sex, too?” Tristan asked, amusement in his voice.
“We watched a video. The newest Battery Operated video, in fact,” Drew said. “You know, from Tristan’s girlfriend, Lila James.”
Tristan gave me a squeeze. “I’ve got all the girl I need right here.”
None of that explained what Drew and Carter were so worked up about. “Was it good?”
“It was—” Drew looked at Carter for help. “I don’t even know how to describe it.”
“Did she turn herself into an android or something?” She’d always seemed a bit too into technology to me.
“No,” Carter said. “But remember that video back when we were in Colorado? The one where she took some potshots at those three guys?”
“The hotties from the down home channel, or whatever they called it?” I asked.
“You’ve already got enough hotties of your own,” Drew said with a wink. “But yes, the guys have a show called Down to Earth.”
“Man, those dudes are masters at biding their time.” Carter gave a slow whistle. “I thought they’d just turned the other cheek, but no, all this time, they were plotting their next move.”
“And boy, did it pay off,” Drew said.
“What happened?” Tristan asked. If they didn’t tell us soon, I was going to murder whichever one of them was closest.
“You’ll have to see it to believe it,” Drew continued. “But it looks like they’ve got her right where they want her.”
Carter nodded. “No way she can back down now.”
This, I had to see. “Where’s my phone?”
Drew pulled his out and sat down on the other side of Tristan. “I want to watch it again, too.”
I plucked the phone out of his hands, eager to find out what they were talking about.
And then we watched it.
“Wow,” Tristan said, after we watched a second time. “That's going to be one hell of an epic battle.”
“ Epic ,” I echoed, already aching to watch it a third time.
I couldn’t wait to see how it played out.