47. Epilogue Two
Epilogue Two
Fallon
One Year Later…
I t was the first snowfall in November. The gray skies were thick with clouds as the fat flakes came down, saturating the ground by mid-morning. By dinner, three inches of powder had accumulated.
A solid nine inches thrust inside me, hot and hard, as Jake took me after Beau. Condensation spread over the single-pane bedroom window; Beau leaned against the wall beside it as he watched Jake thrust into me.
“You feel it?” Beau murmured, his hand palming over his cock, waking it back to life after he’d come inside me not long ago. “How does it feel to be fucking my cum inside our girl? Pushing me deeper inside her?”
Jake grunted, his hands curving over my hips as he pounded into me from behind. Fingertips dug hard enough to bruise, the slap of his skin against mine echoing in the room as the space heater sputtered and puffed superfluously.
Sweaty and heated as my guys worked my body, I regretted forgetting to turn it off. I couldn’t wait to finish the final touches on the house and move in the spring.
Beau pushed off the wall, stalking over with feral eyes meeting mine. My body rocked with each hard snap of Jake’s hips, my tits bouncing as I moaned and dropped my head in pleasure. Toes curled into the bed, and Jake pounded so hard that I couldn’t do anything other than take him.
“I asked you a question. Do you feel it? Do you feel me inside her? You like fucking my cum, don’t you?” Beau’s hand shot out, gripping Jake’s hair by the root to pull his head back as he rumbled in his ear. “Feels good, doesn’t it, you depraved son of a bitch?”
Jake gritted his teeth, his pace picking up with punishing strikes. He refused to give in. God, I loved this game.
“Feels good to me,” I panted, my teeth rattling with every drive forward.
“Look at you, refusing to talk. Big tease right here, isn’t he, sweet girl?”
I groaned, my eyes rolling into the back of my skull. “The biggest.”
Jake bit his lip. He’d give Beau little to work with, just as curious to see how Beau would earn obedience or get Jake to crack.
Beau’s hand fisted Jake’s hair tighter, causing him to hiss.
“Guess you won’t be my good boy, will you? What if I suck your cock the way you like before I let you fuck me while I have her? Would you give it up, then?”
Jake grunted again, his resolve disappearing quickly as his movements grew unsteady and sloppy. He loved pounding into Beau while Beau pounded into me.I loved it, too.
Stubborn and strong-willed, Jake didn’t answer Beau’s taunts. At best, Beau earned a quiet whimper when he offered to be Jake’s fuckboy for an entire month. Jake didn’t break.
He unraveled, though, groaning and collapsing against my back as soon as I climaxed. It took me a while. My body was tired and sore from days of marathon sex on a rare weekend we all had off together, but Jake wouldn’t let himself go until I was there with him.
Not if he wanted to win, and if there was one thing Jake loved…
“Made it!” he panted breathlessly behind me. “Fucking made it, and I win.”
With a groan, he rolled onto his back, pulling me onto his chest. I patted his damp skin, pressing a kiss to his shoulder. “Hard earned, baby. Well done.”
Beau sighed, jumping into bed and jostling us with his propulsion. Propping on his elbow, he conceded. “Jake’s terms, I guess. You win, bestie. I thought for sure you’d break. Can’t shut your mouth to save your life. I can’t believe you didn’t say a word before she came.” He grinned at me. “Think you took your time, sweet girl.”
“How dare you doubt me,” Jake murmured, his hand gripping Beau’s elbow to haul him onto his chest beside me. Jake cupped my face and traced my jaw with his thumb, smiling reverently. “But you underestimate how much I want to marry you.” He kissed me softly, a contrast to what he’d just done to my body. He kissed Beau the same. “Both of you.”
Objecting to formal wear as a general principle and claiming weddings boring as a core belief, Beau had little desire to marry. Being in the same boat, I voted to maintain the status quo. Besides, it’s not like we could all legally marry each other. Someone would be left out, and I didn’t want that.
But then Jake brought to the table that, while our lives were anything but traditional, marriage meant something to him, and he’d like to have it. Or some version of it, even if only ceremonial.
Beau’s eyes had met mine across the table, and his subtle smile told me that neither of us would deny giving Jake something vital to him. That didn’t mean we had to make it easy on him, either.
Jake’s hand absentmindedly caressed my belly. “Which of you is going to be the blushing bride?” he asked playfully.
We discussed plans and possibilities, easing into smiles and teasing, lingering kisses and murmurs of love. This was it. This was everything.
“You sound like Beau now with your teasing,” I said to Jake, biting my lip and resting on my forearms to look at him. “I think his sunshine broke through your clouds.”
Beau reached beneath Jake, rubbing his ass. “I broke through something.”
I sputtered a laugh and pulled my hands tight to my chest as I nearly collapsed in a fit of giggles.
Jake grumbled, his arms around me as he kissed and nipped at my neck, his fingers dancing over my belly to tickle me—playful, light.
Fun.
We could have it both ways. Play for fun and for keeps.