Epilogue – June
I glance up from overtop the paperwork I’m going through and meet Dominic’s gaze. “Hey, quarter three projections are off by about two percent. You need to get them to run the numbers again.”
Dom grins and strolls over, pressing his lips to my forehead. “Business major my ass, did you specialize in accounting, too?”
“I specialized in not fucking up a business because people don’t know how to math.” I crane my head and pucker my mouth toward him. “You better kiss me before my lips fall off.”
He chuckles and plants a sloppy one on me. “Uh, I fucking love you so much.” Dom scoops me into his arms and drags me away from my desk.
“Whoa, I said kiss, not whatever this is.” I kick my feet and try to get free of this strong man. But who am I kidding, I eat up every bit of affection he showers me with.
Ever since Dom came to his fucking senses, things have been completely different between us. And not just he and I, but my relationship with all four of my men. There is no incessant animosity, arrogance, or excessive displays of toxic masculinity.
If anything, they go above and beyond to show me as much love as they can, leaving my heart fuller and fuller with each passing day.
It was a transition at first, but isn't every new relationship? And adding Simon to the mix of an already testosterone-heavy situation was definitely a fun thing to navigate.
We’ve had our speed bumps, but nothing like when they were keeping secrets, and I was stewing all by myself.
They were pretty livid when they found out Simon and I had gone to that underground fighting match, and they were more shocked when they learned that I had shot that man in that alley.
But they embraced my secrets and accepted them as their own.
They stopped keeping things from me, and instead of trying to solve every problem themselves, we deal with it as a group.
Because we work better when we put all of our minds to it.
We deal with bad days and stubborn patches, but we go into every day with love and an open mind, and that is what helps us through.
Each of us are insecure and dealing with our own traumas, stemming from our childhoods to things we have dealt with as adults, but instead of being broken alone, we do it together.
Because isn’t that what relationships are all about? Being vulnerable and allowing yourself to love without restraints, even when you’re not so sure you feel worthy of it?
“Where are you taking me?” I pound on Dom’s back playfully.
“You’ve been a bad girl, June. You need to be punished.” He smacks my ass and carries me up the stairs to the second floor of our house.
“Wait a minute? Is today Tuesday?” I wiggle excitedly. “Are you finally giving in?” When he doesn’t answer, I squeal. “I knew it, I fucking knew you’d give in.”
He pauses in front of my bedroom door.
Yes, my bedroom. We all have one. Each one of us.
Even Simon. That way we have our own space, and then there is a shared bedroom that belongs to all of us.
Simon still has his penthouse, and we stay there sometimes.
But we’re free to move about while still respecting each other’s privacy.
We might be super fucking open, but we allow that.
“We took a vote,” Dom tells me. “Unanimous, obviously.”
“Obviously,” I grin so wide my fucking cheeks hurt.
“Group sex Tuesday is officially my new favorite day of the week.” I wrap my arms around his neck and kiss him. “Screw Taco Tuesday, that shit is overrated.”
He carries me into my bedroom where Simon, Coen, and Magnus are waiting for me. They're chatting amongst themselves, something that I'd never thought I'd witness six months ago. Let alone be hanging out in preparation for what's about to go down.
Dom plops me onto the mattress.
I hop up onto my knees. “Can we try it today?”
“I don’t know, princess.” Magnus leans on his elbows and tilts his head back toward me.
I kiss his lips and glance at the rest of the men.
Simon winks at me. “You know I’m down for anything, love.”
Coen sighs. “Whose dick am I touching?”
Simon nudges him. “Probably mine, you little perv.”
Coen narrows his gaze at him. “You’re the one who tried to make a move on me back at Castleberry.”
“I fell out of the fucking car, you’re the one who was fondling my leg and shoving your face in my crotch.”
“You know,” I point between them. “You two bickering like this makes me think you’re secretly in love or something.”
“I tolerate him,” Coen insists.
“Says the guy who wants to touch my dick,” Simon teases.
Magnus scoffs. “How come no one wants to touch my dick?”
“Well,” Dominic chimes in. “No one better touch my dick.”
I tug my shirt over my head and toss it onto the floor. “Someone better give me a dick to touch or I’m going to get rid of group sex Tuesdays.” I lay back and unbutton my black jeans and slither out of them. “This pussy isn’t going to eat itself.”
“Dibs!” Dominic calls out, grabbing me by the ankles and pulling me toward him. He yanks my panties off but keeps them balled in his fist.
“Ah, no fair.” Magnus hops off the bed and rips off his clothes as quickly as he can, returning to the bed and plopping down next to me. He kisses my mouth while Dom swirls his tongue over my already wet slit.
Dom surprises me by shoving my panties inside of me with two of his fingers. He sucks on my clit and pulls himself away for a second. “What do you think, go for ten?” He takes his other hand and rocks it over my clit while fingering me with my panties.
Magnus grips my throat and kisses me harder.
"Ten would be pretty solid for a Tuesday afternoon," Simon says from somewhere above me.
I reach for him and he grabs my hand, guiding it onto his already-hardening cock.
My core tightens and before I can even fucking stop it, I climax under Dom’s pressure and moan into Magnus’s mouth.
“There’s one.” Dom tugs my panties out of my throbbing pussy, and when I break away from Magnus to glance over at him, he’s shoving them in his coat pocket.
I shake my head. “You naughty boy.”
He shrugs. “Little souvenir for later.” Dom rises to his feet, drags his pants down, and climbs back onto the bed, shoving his thick cock into my ravenous hole.
I take his wrath and spit on both of my hands, one of them reaching toward Magnus, and the other for Simon. I tilt my head to locate Coen who is approaching me with his sprung cock, too. I open my mouth and lick at my lips, an open invitation for him to fuck my face.
Magnus sucks on my nipple and plucks it between his lips, pinching and applying pressure to it while I stroke his cock.
Dom fucks me harder, bringing my legs up to rest on his shoulders. He, or someone, I don’t fucking know, rubs on my clit.
Coen slides his cock in and out of my hungry mouth, bouncing it off the back of my throat.
There are so many sensations I don’t know where exactly to focus, especially when my next orgasm is riding so fucking close to crashing over me.
But I’m no match to the wrath these men inflict on me, and when I come, it’s harder than I did the first time.
I pulsate around Dom’s cock and he keeps pounding into me.
“Two.”
“Not fair,” Magnus declares. “You’re having all the fun.”
Dominic pulls himself out of me, leaving my hole raging with want. I’ve already come twice and yet I can’t wait to see what else they have in store for me.
“Have at it,” Dom tells him. “Let’s see what you can do.”
I release all of my men and scoot myself further onto the bed. “Magnus.” I pat the spot next to me.
He sits down, grinning from ear to ear as I climb on top of him and straddle his waist, sliding myself onto his shaft while these three other men watch.
I bob up and down on him and he rocks his hips into me.
Dominic comes around the side of us and tugs my face down and onto his cock.
“You taste yourself on him, princess?” Magnus grips my waist and fucks me hard. “You taste so sweet.”
I eye Simon and Coen who both stand there with their cocks in their own hands. Simon nudges Coen and motions for him to go.
Coen surprisingly complies and climbs up behind me on the bed. “Listen, I don’t understand how you got two in there, let alone three.”
Simon chuckles and gets on the bed next to him. “Just find the opening and shove your dick in there.”
I laugh, too, causing my pussy to tighten around Magnus’s shaft even more, and without meaning to, I come for the third time.
I stop sucking Dominic’s dick long enough to say, “That shouldn’t count. I accidentally orgasmed.”
Dominic shoves back into my mouth. "It counts." He grips the side of my cheeks and thrusts into me.
Fingers feel their way around Magnus’s cock and my pussy, and a second later, another cock joins us, stretching me open.
“Atta boy,” Simon says.
"Dude, don't try to high-five me. You're going to make me go soft." Coen goes easy on me and seems to get acquainted with the feeling of his cock rubbing up against Magnus's.
I moan against Dom and look up at him with tears in my eyes.
He grins. “You’re taking us like such a good girl.”
Simon kneels beside me and reaches his hand between me and Magnus to rub my clit. "You going to give us number four, love?" He applies more pressure.
I rock back onto Magnus and Coen and revel in the fullness of them stretching me open.
Coen grips my ass and smacks it gently. Then a little bit harder.
He’s not usually this adventurous, but he’s been coming out of his shell the more time we all spend together.
He lands his palm another time, the sound crackling through the air and sending my pussy tightening around him and Magnus. I gag on Dominic as I breathe through yet another orgasm.
“Four,” Simon declares. “How about five before we try to fit another cock in you, love?”
“I’ve got five right here.” Magnus grips my hips and picks up his pace, fucking me harder and deeper from underneath. “Pinch her clit, Simon.” He slams into me harder and Coen equals his force from behind. “You going to give us five, princess?”