Epilogue 2
Three Years Later
I stand at the windows, hands in my pockets, taking in the dizzying lights of the Vegas strip. The neon glow pulses like a living thing. It's surreal, this sense of completion washing over me as I gaze down at the city that once flipped my world on its head.
It's been four years. Four years since that weekend of drunken madness. A hazy memory, but it's where everything started. Well, for Skylar and me. Her story with Theo started a long time before that. And Austin’s came later of course.
Still, here we are now, back where the madness began, only this time with so much more than a hangover as a souvenir.
Love hasn't been a straight flush; it's been a hand played in the dark, full of bluffs and stakes that could break a man. But we've held strong, betting everything on us.
My thoughts scatter as her voice, a melody I'd recognize anywhere, slices through the quiet of the hotel room. "Cohen?"
I pivot from the window, the cityscape exchanged for something far more captivating. Skylar leans against the doorframe, bathed in the soft glow of the bedside lamp. Her chestnut hair cascades over her shoulders, her hazel eyes alight with that
"Hello, Mrs. Shepherd."
I watch the broad smile stretch across Skylar's face, wider than before, though I hadn't thought it possible. Her eyes drift to her left hand, tracing the cold metal of our rings. A beautiful engagement ring surrounded by two diamond-studded wedding bands. One ring for each of her men.
"Never thought I'd be so damn happy to see you wearing these," I murmur, my voice low, touched by an emotion I can't quite name.
"Each one tells a story," she replies, her hazel eyes catching the light as they meet mine, "stories of us."
She belongs to all three of us. Legally, on paper, she’s Theo’s wife. But in every way that matters, she’s ours. And, we wanted something small. No grand gestures, no over-the-top wedding. Just us, in the place where we first met. She and Theo have zero intention of returning to their old lives, so that was out. And, while we could have gotten married in the backyard where she and Austin met for the first time, Vegas seemed more fitting, since our entire relationship was such a gamble at first.
It’s poetic in a way—Vegas started this for me and her, so why not let it be the place that cements what we already know?
Skylar holds out a glass of champagne, and I take it, our fingers brushing in a slow drag that lingers. That simple touch sends a hum of awareness through me, grounding me in this moment. She watches me over the rim of her glass, hazel eyes flickering, and then she turns, heading back toward the living room.
I follow, taking in the sight before me. Theo and Austin are sprawled across the massive sectional, looking like they belong here—relaxed, at ease, glasses of champagne in hand. The city stretches beyond the floor-to-ceiling windows, lights flickering like a million stars. The view is something most people would kill for, but right now, nothing is more captivating than the woman sitting beside Theo, legs tucked beneath her, sipping her drink.
Theo glances up at me, his grin lazy, knowing. “So, we still going through with this?”
Skylar’s lips curve around the rim of her glass. “Of course we are.”
Austin exhales a dramatic sigh, stretching his arms behind his head. “Good."
I chuckle, swirling the champagne in my glass. “Then let’s make it count.”
Theo sets his drink on the table and stands, holding out a hand to Skylar. His voice is teasing, but the weight behind it is real. “Shall we, wife?”
Skylar slides her fingers into his without hesitation. “Lead the way, husband.”
I watch them, feeling the weight of my own longing press against my chest. There's beauty in their simplicity, in the way they navigate this complex dance we've choreographed.
We give them time, letting the anticipation build before we step into the elevator. The energy hums around us, thick with the promise of what’s coming next. Skylar wanted to recreate the night we met…but with a happier ending.
The bar is buzzing when we walk in—low lights, soft music, the murmur of conversation blending into the clink of glasses. It’s familiar but different.
Skylar sits at the bar, back to us, her fingers trailing along the stem of her glass. Theo is beside her, playing his part, his arm slung casually over the back of her chair.
Austin nudges me. “Showtime.”
"Remember, just like we planned," I murmur as we approach the bar, the clink of glasses and low hum of conversation wrapping around us.
"Of course," Austin replies, his voice a controlled rumble. "It's all about the thrill of the chase, isn't it?"
I wait until Theo leaves her side. It’s game time. I smirk, straighten my sleeves, and stride forward, letting my voice drop into something low and rough as I lean against the bar.
“What’s a beautiful woman like you doing here alone?”
Skylar turns, feigning surprise, her lips twitching. “Who says I’m alone?”
Austin slides onto the stool on her other side, his grin sharp. “Maybe you’re just waiting for the right company.”
Skylar tilts her head, amusement flickering in her gaze. “And you think that’s you?”
"Is this seat taken?" I ask, tipping my chin toward the empty space beside Skylar.
Her eyes lift to mine, that familiar glint sparking a wildfire in my veins. She's a vision, every bit as captivating now as she was when we first crossed paths. But tonight, it's not just about the heat—it's about the chase, the game, the pretense of discovering something we've already claimed.
"Only by the luckiest man in Vegas," she responds, her words a challenge wrapped in silk, and I can't help the grin that spreads across my face.
"Then perhaps he'd be willing to share his good fortune?" Austin chimes in, his tone playful yet laced with a current that runs much deeper.
Skylar hums, swirling her drink, pretending to consider it. “Depends,” she muses, her voice a soft tease. “What exactly are you offering?”
Austin leans in, his smirk pure devilry. “An unforgettable night. One you’ll be thinking about long after you leave Vegas.”
I chuckle, playing along. “And we don’t make promises we can’t keep.”
She lifts a brow. “Confident, aren’t you?”
Before I can answer, a familiar presence slides back in beside her. Theo.
He’s been watching from across the room, giving us time to play out the scene, but now he reclaims his place at her side, his hand settling possessively on her thigh.
“I’d hate to break it to you boys,” he drawls, his voice edged with amusement, “but she's already spoken for.”
Skylar lets out a soft laugh, leaning into him. “You always ruin my fun.”
Theo smirks down at her. “On the contrary, sweetheart. I think we’re just getting started.” He lifts her hand, pressing a slow kiss to her knuckles, the simple action laced with intent.
Austin downs the rest of his drink, standing. “Sounds like our cue.”
I grin, tossing a few bills onto the bar before offering Skylar my hand. “What do you say, sweetheart? Ready to take this party somewhere more private?”
Her fingers slide against mine, warm and familiar, as she stands. “Thought you’d never ask.”
Theo wraps an arm around her waist, guiding her toward the exit, while Austin and I flank her sides. The anticipation thrums between us, electric, thick with unspoken promises.
The role play disintegrates like smoke in the wind, the pretense of strangers abandoned the second we're alone in the elevator's steel embrace. It's all a game, a tantalizing appetizer before the feast we're starving for.
"Looks like I've won the jackpot tonight," Theo murmurs against Skylar's lips, his voice low and teasing. He turns to us with a wicked gleam in his eyes. "What do you think, boys? Want a taste of my prize?"
There's no hesitation, just that familiar surge of heat that drowns out everything else. The doors slide shut with a soft click, sealing us away from the rest of the world. We ascend, cloistered in our own slice of sin city.
"Get on your knees, Skylark," Theo commands, his words wrapped in velvet but carrying the weight of steel. She complies, sinking gracefully onto the floor, her pose an open invitation that sends my pulse racing.
I catch his nod, a silent signal that unleashes the raw need coiling tight within me. I don't wait for another word. My hands move to my belt, fumbling slightly, and within moments I'm free of the constriction. Skylar doesn't miss a beat, her sass momentarily replaced by raw hunger as she lowers herself before me.
"Come here," I murmur, guiding myself toward those waiting lips.
She engulfs me, and a shockwave of pleasure rolls up my spine. The warmth, the tightness—God, she's always known precisely how to unravel me. I slap the wall behind me, an attempt to ground myself, to stay standing. Her name is a ragged breath torn from my throat, "Skylar..."
She pulls back, looking up at me with those deep-set eyes, then takes me down again, swallowing around me. There's no one else who can do this, make me feel this undone. She's relentless, working me over with an expertise that borders on sinful.
"Good girl," Theo praises, his voice laced with admiration and desire.
The elevator dings, announcing our arrival, and the moment cracks like lightning. Theo lifts Skylar effortlessly, her legs wrapping around him as if they were designed to fit there. Her chestnut hair cascades over his arm, a wild river of silk against the strength of his hold.
We burst through the doors, the suite sprawling opulent and decadent before us, but none of it matters—not the luxury, not the view, nothing but the fierce need clawing inside.
Theo's carrying her as if she weighs nothing, her laughter trailing behind them like music. And I'm following, consumed by a single, burning thought: mine .
The muffled sounds of Vegas' nightlife filter through the glass as I watch Theo's fingers work expertly at Skylar's clothes. Fabric falls away like petals, and she's unveiled before us, a vision against the luminous backdrop of the city. Her skin glows, a soft contrast to the harsh lights outside.
"Hands on the window," Theo commands, his voice low, firm with authority that doesn't need to be loud to be obeyed.
In response, Skylar moves, her silhouette pressed to the glass, hands splayed wide. The sight of her—vulnerable yet so powerful—sends a surge of heat through my veins. Theo, Austin, and I shed our clothes.
"You first, Cohen," Theo says, stepping aside, a knowing look in those green eyes of his.
I don't hesitate. My body is drawn to her like gravity, an inevitable force that guides me until I'm flush against Skylar's warmth. My cock slides between the valley of her cheeks, and a guttural sound escapes her lips, vibrating against the cool pane.
"Is that pussy thirsty?" I murmur into her ear, my hands traveling up her sides, palms finding the fullness of her breasts. She pushes back against me, and I can feel the desperate nod of her head. "Do you want to be filled?"
I don't wait for words. In one fluid motion, I push inside her, and the world narrows down to the gasp she lets out, the tightness enveloping me, the slick heat that welcomes me home. It's all-consuming, the sensation of her clenching around me, and I know I won't last long—not with her like this, not with the city laid out beneath us, witness to the rawness of what we share.
"God, Skylar," I breathe, as I begin to move within her, each thrust a testament to the hunger that's been building since the moment we returned to this place where it all began.
The pulse of Vegas dims to nothing, blurred into insignificance as I lose myself in Skylar. My hand slams flat against the glass, a desperate anchor as I drive into her with a ferocity that's all instinct, all need. Each thrust is hard, fast, primal—stripped of pretense or hesitation.
"God, you feel so good," I rasp, voice hoarse with emotion. The words are breathed out between kisses, my lips crashing against hers in messy, fervent displays of love. "I love you, Skylar. So much."
My other hand wraps around her throat, not too tight, just enough to add an edge of danger, a reminder of the trust between us. Her hazel eyes flash with that fiery intensity I know so well, and it pushes me closer to the brink.
She meets every movement, her body responding with an urgency that echoes my own. The sound of our skin slapping together fills the suite, a carnal symphony for just us.
Then she comes apart beneath me, her climax ripping through her with a force that tears a cry from her throat. It's the sweetest sound I've ever heard, and it's my undoing. I follow her over the edge, my release hot and relentless, spurred on by the tightening grip of her around me.
Shuddering, I pull out, leaving her gasping against the cool glass. With heavy breaths, I guide her, turning her to face Austin and Theo. "Get on your knees, love," I tell her, my voice still rough from passion’s grip.
Obedient yet fierce, Skylar drops down, her gaze never wavering from ours. Austin and Theo step forward. In this moment, there's no room for anything but raw desire, the need to consume and be consumed.
Hands steady, Skylar reaches out, grasping both their lengths. She alternates between them, her mouth warm and inviting—a promise of pleasure and the unspoken understanding that exists between us all. Austin's controlled exterior cracks with a sharp intake of breath, while Theo's eyes soften, the intensity giving way to affection.
"Fuck, yes..." Austin's murmur is strained, his usual composure slipping as Skylar works him over with practiced ease. And Theo, always the charmer with a quip at the ready, is speechless—his dry humor silenced by the sight before him.
The room pulses with a hunger that's nearly tangible as Theo, all tousled curls and predatory green eyes, lifts Skylar effortlessly. My chest tightens watching the way she molds to his touch. He deposits her onto the bed with a grace that belies his urgency, laying back and guiding her down, her lips parting to welcome him.
"Take me," Theo growls, his voice laced with an authority that has Skylar complying without hesitation. Her head bobs fervently, the slick sound of her mouth working him filling the air. I'm acutely aware of every gasp, every gag that escapes her.
Austin kneels behind her. He teases her, the head of his cock nudging against her pussy. It’s still dripping with my release.
"Please," she whimpers, the single word loaded with the weight of her craving. Austin doesn't make her wait any longer, sliding inside with a sharp thrust of his hips that draws a sharp cry from her lips.
He takes her hard and relentlessly. Every thrust from Austin sends her deeper onto Theo's cock, and I watch, transfixed, as she's consumed by them both. It's raw, it's carnal, and it's a sight that could bring a man to his knees.
Austin moves her away from Theo’s cock. His arm wraps around her, lifting her until she’s straddling Theo. She lowers herself onto Theo, taking him in completely.
"God, yes..." Theo's usual quirkiness is stripped away, leaving only the base notes of pleasure in his voice as she rides him. Skylar moves with a desperate rhythm, her hazel eyes darkened with lust, her regal features twisted in ecstasy.
I'm close, so damn close, just from the sight and sounds. The heat in the room rises with every obscene sound that Skylar lets slip from her lips.
This is us. This is now. And I wouldn't trade it for anything.
Austin, desperate to get back inside her, presses the head of his cock to her tight little rosebud and pushes forward. I can almost feel the stretch, the slow invasion as he pushes into her. Skylar's eyes are half-closed, her mouth open in a silent scream of pleasure so intense it borders on pain.
"Fuck," she gasps out, the single word laced with ecstasy as Austin fills her completely. My own arousal spikes, a visceral reaction to the sight before me. It's not just lust—it's more, it's watching her come undone, watching her surrender to the sensations that we give her. It makes my heart race and my cock ache with the need to be inside her again.
Skylar writhes between them, while Theo's hands roam over her body, guiding her movements as she takes him deep inside her. At the same time, Austin's fingers dig into her hips, anchoring her as he claims her ass.
"God, Sky... you're so beautiful like this," I murmur, almost to myself. The words fall into the charged air, but I'm not sure if they reach her ears. It doesn't matter. She knows. She has to know.
"More...please..." she pleads, and the plea is for all of us. For the love that knots us together, for the pleasure that we chase collectively.
I slide my hand up and down my length, each stroke bringing me closer to that edge again. The sight before me—a tangle of limbs, a symphony of pleasure—is almost too much. Skylar, lost in the sensations Theo and Austin are giving her, is the picture of pure ecstasy.
"Feed her your cock," Theo's voice slices through the haze of arousal. His eyes lock onto mine, green and intense, burning with a shared hunger. "She's got three holes, may as well fill them all."
I don't hesitate. Climbing onto the bed, I tower over Theo's head, positioning myself where Skylar can reach me. She looks up, her hazel eyes glazed with desire, and I guide myself to her lips. The moment she takes me in, warm and wet, I'm fighting to keep control. Austin continues his relentless pace behind her, and Theo drives into her from below, filling the room with the sounds of their union.
My hips move instinctively, finding a rhythm that matches the others. She takes me deeper, and I groan, the sensation threatening to unravel me. I look down at her, this woman who's become my everything.
The slick sound of Skylar's pleasure fills the room, a chorus to our carnal grunts. Her moans vibrate against me as I thrust into her hot fucking mouth, each gasp and whimper urging me on. Below us, Austin and Theo move with a ferocity that speaks of unbridled desire, their bodies a blur of motion.
"God, Sky," I grunt, my voice raw with need. My fingers tangle in her chestnut hair, guiding her rhythm, lost in the sensation of her lips and tongue. The heat builds within me, coiling tight, ready to spring.
Her body trembles, and I feel her nails dig into my thighs—a silent plea for release. When her scream vibrates around me, it's all I can do to hold back. But I don't—I can't. I let go, spilling into her, my release coating her tongue, filling her throat.
"Fuck yes," Austin growls from behind her, his pace relentless, while Theo's grasps tighten on her hips, his thrusts growing erratic. Their sounds merge, a cacophony of pleasure that echoes off the walls.
Then, they're there too—shuddering, groaning—and I know they're pouring themselves into her. We're entwined, not just by flesh, but by something so much deeper.
Skylar's body slackens, collapsing onto Theo's chest with a soft sigh that speaks volumes of her surrender. Her hair fans out around her, a wild, beautiful mess against the stark white of the sheets.
Austin silently slips away, his tall frame disappearing into the bathroom, his intent clear. The air is thick with the musky scent of sex, and the sight of Skylar, so utterly ravished, stirs something in me.
With a predatory smoothness, I circle the bed, needing to see her—really see her—in the aftermath. She's splayed out, her body marked by us, her pussy and ass dripping with cum. Her hazel eyes are glazed over with that look—that look of being thoroughly loved, thoroughly fucked. It's a sight that ignites a fierce pride in me, knowing I've played a part in bringing her to this state.
"Sky," I murmur, climbing onto the bed, careful not to disturb the tender tableau before me. Starting at the base of her spine, I press a kiss to her sweat-dampened skin. My lips leave a trail of adoration up her back, each kiss a promise, a silent testament to what she means to me. Her flesh is warm and soft beneath my mouth, and I feel her shiver, the tremble running through her like a whispered secret.
When I reach her shoulder, I pause, my mouth just grazing her skin. "You did so good, baby," I whisper, my voice rough with emotion. "So damn good." My hand finds hers, fingers threading together, an anchor in the storm of sensations.
I lean close, my breath hot on her ear. "I love you.”
Theo's hand follows mine, tracing the same path from Skylar's lumbar curve to her shoulder. "You were incredible," he murmurs, his voice a low echo of my own sentiments. I watch the affection in his eyes, and it doesn't ignite any jealousy—just an expansive sense of belonging.
Austin strides back into the room, washcloth in hand, his movements confident yet tender as he helps Skylar to sit up. She leans into him, her hazel eyes brighter than the Vegas skyline, and I can't help but think how utterly beautiful and satisfied she looks.
"Let's get you cleaned up," Austin says, guiding her with a gentle firmness.
I remain seated on the bed, watching them. There's something profoundly intimate about this aftercare, a silent reaffirmation of the trust and tenderness that underpin the heat of our shared passion.
Skylar stands, leaning on Austin for support, her hair a wild halo around her head. Even now, with her strength momentarily spent, she carries herself with an innate elegance that never fails to captivate me.
"Thank you," she whispers to Austin, her voice carrying the weight of deeper meanings, things said and unsaid between the lines. I hear it, acknowledge it with a nod, feeling my own throat tighten with emotion.
As they disappear into the bathroom, the sound of running water drifts out to me, and I'm left alone with my thoughts. The rush of adrenaline fades, leaving behind a reflective stillness. Four years ago, when Skylar and I first stumbled into each other's lives here in Vegas, it was all about escape—the anonymity, the recklessness, the fleeting solace in each other's arms. But looking at us now, it's clear we've built something far more enduring.
I gaze out at the city below, its neon heartbeat a stark contrast to the calm spreading through me. I never imagined that a drunken weekend could lead to this—a life shared with not just Skylar but Theo and Austin too, a love so multifaceted and complex it defies convention. And yet, here we are, rewriting every rule we once knew.
Love, I've learned, is unpredictable; it doesn't come in a singular form or follow a straight path. It's messy and bold and damn near impossible to contain. But that's the beauty of it—that's what makes it real.
Skylar glides back into the room wearing a plush white robe, fresh and glowing, and I stand to meet her, pulling her into my arms. Her body fits against mine like a missing piece found, and I know without a doubt that this—this chaos, this family—is where I belong.
"Never thought it would end like this," I admit, resting my forehead against hers. She smiles, and the warmth in her eyes tells me she feels the same. The past may have been a game of chance, but our future? That's something we're creating together, deliberate and sure.
"Me neither," she agrees, and our lips meet in a promise of endless tomorrows. Life will undoubtedly throw us more curveballs, but one thing is certain: I can't imagine it any other way.
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