Epilogue
Violet
Six Months Later
“Okay, sounds good. If you need anything, I’m just a few steps away,” I said into my phone as I tried to balance it between my ear and shoulder. “I know. I know. Love you too, Dad.”
I laughed as Asher tickled my sides, taking the phone from me as Enzo grabbed the bowl that I was struggling to hold.
“He says he’s fine, but I don’t trust it,” I said to both of them as they finished setting the table. “Should I go over and make sure?”
“If he says he’s fine, then he’s fine,” Enzo replied, kissing my forehead. “I wouldn’t stress over it.”
“But he’s acting weird. He canceled coming to dinner because he said he wasn’t feeling well. Shouldn’t I be a good daughter and go check on him?”
Shortly after Dad’s accident, he finished his physical therapy in Haven Brook and then moved to Beaumont Creek.
It was nice having him close to me—even if that meant that he had moved into Jared’s old house and was now our new neighbor.
With the housing shortage in Beaumont Creek, there weren’t many options available when he decided to move there.
Thankfully, Jared’s dad hadn’t been as much of an asshole as Jared and convinced Jared to sell the house to my dad at a favorable price.
I was relieved that he seemed to have left his old habits behind when he left Haven Brook.
Things were already looking up for him since moving to Beaumont Creek, including Capshaw getting him a job at the senior center, which seemed to be a perfect fit.
He was constantly looking forward to going to work, and I wasn’t sure whether it was because he enjoyed what he did there or because he had a thing for the woman who ran the activities and social calendar.
“There’s a white sedan in his driveway, so I would say he’s just fine,” Asher said with a cheeky grin as he sat down beside me at the table.
“White sedan?” I asked, my brows pulled together in confusion for a moment. Then it clicked.
“Oh my God! You think my dad lied about not feeling well to get out of coming to dinner with us tonight so he could hook up with Brenda instead?” I questioned, looking between Asher and Enzo as they both grinned at me.
“I would say that she’s coordinating more than just the activities at the senior center,” Asher teased as he waggled his eyebrows.
I closed my eyes and groaned because that was the last thing I wanted to picture.
“Don’t worry, baby. We have plenty of ways to distract you from thinking about it tonight.” Enzo reached under the table and squeezed my thigh.
I shook my head playfully at him, but we all knew that we would be lucky to make it through dinner without touching each other.
Things between the three of us shifted after we got back from spending time with my dad in Haven Brook, but for the better.
Having my dad almost die had been an eye-opening experience for me, and I was focused on living life in the moment and not allowing myself the chance to regret not doing something.
That had proved beneficial in our sex lives as we tried anything and everything.
“Is it something you’re going to record for our fans?” I asked, batting my eyes at him as I slid my hand over his cock, feeling it harden immediately beneath my touch.
That was another thing that had changed over the past few months.
Not only did I help the guys more with recording their content for their Fan Cam pages, but we also expanded to do content that involved the three of us.
Needless to say, the response to that was so wild that the guys didn’t bother checking their messages anymore, since it was impossible to keep up with all the special requests that came in.
“Not tonight. Tonight it’ll be just for us,” Asher said with a wink as he pulled his lower lip between his teeth.
“I mean, I’m ready whenever you guys are,” I replied, suddenly not hungry as I felt the familiar ache between my thighs.
“Nope. Dinner first, fuck later.”
I glared at Enzo and rolled my eyes, hating how stern he was.
“Fine. But it better be worth it,” I said, letting my bratty attitude take over.
Enzo turned in his seat, eyes focused on mine as his hand slid up and wrapped snuggly around my throat.
His fingers brushed against the tattoo on my collarbone that the three of us had gotten last month.
Since we couldn’t legally get married and I refused to pick just one of them, we decided to get matching tattoos that would symbolize our love and commitment to one another.
Just because we didn’t have a piece of paper didn’t mean our love was any less valid or that it didn’t deserve to be celebrated.
Instead of three hearts stacked on top of each other like the necklace they bought me, our tattoos had three hearts joined side by side.
I was still in the middle, right where I was always meant to be.
“Given that you’ve never had to fake an orgasm, you know damn well that it will be worth it,” he growled, putting just enough pressure on my throat to push me toward the edge of coming. “Let’s see how good that mouth of yours runs when you’ve got two cocks destroying your pussy tonight...”
I gasped softly, the thought of having them both inside of me at the same time instantly turning me on.
“Okay,” I whispered, his hand slowly releasing my throat as I spoke. “Dinner first, fuck later.”
His eyes sparkled as he winked at me.
“Good girl.”
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