Epilogue #2
“I’ll do the register.” Jax is already halfway to the lobby.
Brax and I lower the jacks and he pulls the vehicle around right as Mr. Robinson is walking out of the building. Hope you’re happy with the business, old man. Talking to my dad might make me seem a little unhinged, but it’s helped process the grief and keep the connection we had alive.
I know he’d be proud of what we’ve done. How Brax won teacher of the year, Jax’s new career, and the sudden booming business at the shop. But most of all, I think he’d be proud the three of us worked to get Callie back, because he loved her as much as we did.
I drive the Honda into the bay and Jax and Brax join me as I use the bigger jack to lift the vehicle up so we can work on the brakes without straining our backs.
Brax unbuttons his shirt and tosses it on the tool box.
The white tee underneath is about to get covered in filth, but he’s already tackling lug nuts, not at all bothered by the grime.
Jax mirrors his movements, concentration wrinkling his brow.
Appreciation fills my chest. Their help means a lot to me, but I’m not about to get sappy. I’m their big brother. I’m the tough one. So I pick up my tool and get to work loosening the nuts on the back tire as we fall into a seamless flow.
This is what Dad always wanted.
The three of us happy, working together, building a life. I don’t think any of us could have gotten there without Callie, and I remind myself to make sure she knows how much I love her as soon as we wrap up and take her out to dinner.
CALLIE
The stepladder I’m standing on isn’t tall enough for me to reach the lights and adjust them, but it seems fate is on my side, because right as I’m straining and the ladder starts to wobble a bit, three men walk through my gallery doors.
My gallery.
Perhaps my muse would’ve come back without the guys, but I think my soul was always missing them, and now that we’re together, I’ve never been so full of creative energy.
Opening a gallery was a big decision, but Dad’s basement was overflowing with canvases and it was the last step in reclaiming my art.
A gallery in Big Ridge may not be as fancy as NYC, but it’s home.
None of it would have been possible without the guys who pause when they see my precarious position.
“Callie Mae,” Brax warns.
“What are you doing?” Jax asks.
“You should’ve called,” Knox grumbles.
Dropping back down to my heels and clutching the handle with a death grip, I gaze down at my men as if I wasn’t two seconds away from falling right off. “I had it handled.”
“Sure you did, cupcake.” Jax reaches the base of the ladder first and offers me his hand.
I take it and he guides me down the steps, sweeping me into his arms for a passionate kiss that leaves me dizzy, but I’m tugged out of his arms and pulled straight into his twin brother’s.
Brax’s lips claim mine with equal fervor, and my mind takes a nose dive to naughty places.
A pointed throat clearing and a strong hand clamping on my arm pulls me away from the twins and right into Knox’s arms.
Biting my lip, I rise on my toes, holding his gaze, and brush my lips over his. “Hey, tough guy.”
He grins, a real, boyish thing, and kisses me like I always dreamed about when I was a little girl. As if I’m the only woman he’s ever wanted or loved. Like I’m his whole world, and finally—FINALLY—after all this time, it’s true.
By the time he lets me go, Jax and Brax have adjusted the light, knowing exactly how I like it positioned on the paintings because they helped set up the others.
Tucked against Knox’s side, I check over the last two paintings I put up.
The first one is simple but full of so much of who I am, that I decided to display it but not to put it up for sale.
The painting is of a cute little house with blue siding and four blurry figures standing on the porch.
Me and the guys.
Our home.
The one without liens.
Our memories.
The life we’ve built together.
“How else can we help?” Brax asks.
Sighing, I look around. “I’m pretty much done for the day.”
“Perfect, because we’re going on a date.”
My eyebrows lift. “Oh really? I thought we might head home. . .” I trail off, biting my bottom lip.
The Williams brothers exchange looks, but I’m already racing for the door. I know their answer. The three of them rush after me. Knox catches me around the waist before I reach the door.
“Where you running to, baby?”
A laugh spills out of me. “I thought I’d get a head start.” I press my ass into his groin. “Are we going home?”
“Oh we’re going home, and once we’re done with you, you will eat dinner.”
“And drink some water,” Brax says, voice firm.
“Yes, sir.” I bat my eyelashes at him as he pulls ahead to open the door.
Knox sweeps me into his arms and carries me out of the gallery while his brothers lock the place up. He deposits me in the passenger seat of Jax’s truck and buckles me in, grabbing my chin when I start to protest and silencing me with a kiss.
My chest warms. He and Brax get in the back and Jax climbs into the driver’s side, hand finding my thigh as he drives us home. His fingers squeeze and drag over my leg, driving me crazy, filling me with need, and by the time he parks, my core is pulsing with desire.
I launch myself out of the truck, ripping my shirt off before I even get up the porch steps.
The guys are on the same train of thought.
A trail of clothes follows us to Knox’s bedroom.
I crawl onto the mattress and they join me.
Knox’s fingers thread through my hair, mouth slamming into mine while Jax and Brax sandwich me on either side, cupping one of my breasts each, tweaking and teasing.
Knox’s rough palm coasts down my stomach, two fingers sliding through my desire and pushing inside of me. I gasp into his mouth and he pulls away, watching me while he pumps in and out.
“Look at how pretty she is,” he tells his brothers.
Jax turns my head and kisses me once before whispering, “Gorgeous,” against my lips.
Brax captures my attention next, lips demanding submission, and soon, I’m lost between the three of them, driven crazy by how much attention they’re giving me and how much they’re not doing.
Knox’s thumb coasts over my clit.
I break away with a gasp, rolling my hips to meet his fingers. “Please, I need more.”
“Well, since you asked so nicely.” Knox slides his fingers out of me, nodding to his brothers, who move with practiced ease.
They love to share, but Knox prefers more solo attention, so while Brax positions himself horizontally on the bed and tugs me across his lap and Jax moves to slot himself behind me, Knox moves in front of me.
Brax centers himself.
Jax squeezes lube over my ass.
And Knox pumps his length, watching as I lick my lips. “Is this what you need, baby?”
“Yessss,” I rasp as I sink onto Brax’s length. The stretch is still delicious, but it feels like coming home. Knox eases closer, smoothing a bead of precum over his tip, fingers catching the underside of my chin.
“Eyes on me.”
So demanding.
I keep my eyes glued to his and hold out my tongue the way he likes.
He drops his cock onto it and Jax slips one finger inside of me.
As much practice as I’ve had, that stretch is always overwhelming, but I breathe through my nose as I wrap my lips around Knox, humming as I explore his length with my mouth.
Brax moves my hips for me, helping me grind against him, pinching and teasing my nipples as Jax adds another finger. I gasp around Knox’s dick, and he groans, hand moving to my hair, guiding me into an easy rhythm, never forcing me to go faster than I want.
“Don’t forget to breathe, Callie,” Jax murmurs, palm smoothing over the small of my back as he slots himself against my tight hole.
Brax and Knox slow their movements as he pushes into me. My muscles instantly contract and I breathe in, forcing them to relax, rolling my tongue over the underside of Knox’s length. On my exhale, he sinks even deeper.
“Such a good girl,” he praises. “You’re doing so well.” And with my body relaxed, he pushes all the way in.
A deep groan rattles in my throat, and Knox’s cock pulses in response.
“Ready?” he asks me, stroking my cheek.
I nod as best I can with a mouthful, and a devilish smirk slices across his face.
“Then let’s fill her up, boys.”
Together, they fuck me so thoroughly there’s no question if anything will ever compare. It won’t. Together, they give me everything I need and more. Pleasure that only they can provide, and I’m addicted to them.
They take the best care of me because I’m their everything.
Their partner.
Their lover.
Their world.
And they’re mine.
The Williams brothers have stolen my heart and captured my soul, together.