Epilogue #3
“How badly do you want your pretty little ass to be fucked?” Just the feeling of him touching me there sends a ripple of heat racing through every inch of my body, and my breathing is all over the place as he starts to fuck me with his finger.
Slowly, he adds another, twisting and gliding in and out, preparing me so perfectly for what I truly want. What I need.
“Like, I’ll die without it! Please.” He lets out a breathy laugh in response, but I am beyond joking right now.
There has never been a time when I haven’t wanted them.
Just being near them has always been enough to unleash my inner goddess, and I have absolutely no filter when it comes to telling them what I want and when I want it.
Whether they actually give it to me right away?
That’s a whole other story. They like to tease.
They like to play, and I let them. Because that’s the thing about our little game of love, I’ll never lose as long as I have them by my side.
Haze lies down beside me, and our eyes meet. He’s naked now, and thank God.
Haze Lawson is so special to me.
My deep thinker. The one who feels everything a little more quietly than the rest of us, but somehow, more intensely too.
He has such a beautiful mind. He says he’s not a romantic, but there has never been a moment he hasn’t swept me off my feet.
He takes care of me in ways I never thought were possible.
He grounds me when the world gets to be too much, and I lose focus.
The way his eyes soften when he looks at me after a long day at work.
The way he loves Dutchess, even though he hates cats.
The way he helped me renovate my old apartment right after we all moved in together.
After he had worked over twelve hours a day, he still showed up for me every single time.
But, that’s just Haze. He shows up. He’s there.
Always. He sees me exactly as I am and loves me unconditionally.
And I think the thing I love about him the most is the way he loves Beau and West. He brings us all back to earth sometimes without ever making us feel small. He truly is our gravity.
“I am so damn in love with you,” he says, and my heart skips a beat because it’s like he’s in my head. He always knows the right thing to say at the right time, and I can’t wait for our forever.
“You know that I love you,” I whisper back, and all I want to do is reach out and touch him, but I decide against it because I’d like to have an orgasm or two. I’ve learned my lesson where obeying orders is concerned.
“Hold on. We’re gonna lift you, baby,” West says, and in seconds, Beau and West place me on top of Haze until I’m straddling him reverse cowgirl style, and Haze grips my hips to steady me, holding me in place.
This should be fun. Beau moves to the spot where West just was, and when our eyes meet, I can’t hold back the smile teasing my lips.
Beau is everything and more. He is all heart, hope, and faith wrapped into one extraordinary man.
He’ll believe in you down to your very last dollar, and if you fall all the way down to rock bottom, he won’t just watch from above.
He’ll climb down there and sit with you for as long as it takes, refusing to leave you alone in the dark.
He’s my sunshine. He’s passionate, honest, and open in a way most people are too afraid to be, and honestly, he’s truly a once in a lifetime kind of human being.
To be near him is to fall in love over and over again, and somehow, I get to spend the rest of my life with him.
He’s known the lowest lows. Grief and loss, the bitter lemons life throws when you least expect it.
But he never falters. Never stops loving with his whole soul.
And I will love him until the day I die.
Wordlessly, he presses his erection against my entrance, sliding his cock along my wetness, and it drives me mad with desire because I want him now.
I’m done with waiting. He reaches down and lines Haze’s cock with my ass, then his eyes slide to West for a fleeting second.
Without breaking the connection, West presses a generous amount of lube into Beau’s waiting palm, and he rolls it between his fingers, warming it slightly, before guiding his hand toward me.
I shiver, every nerve in my body screaming at how good Beau’s touch feels, and once he’s finished prepping me, he starts stroking Haze’s hard, thick cock.
The only thing I can think about is how good this already feels.
We’ve all been so busy recently, and I don’t get this every day like I wish I did.
My eyes snap to West, standing back and watching with a mixture of restraint and hunger, and the air between the four of us crackles with heated anticipation.
Haze traces gentle circles across the skin of my hips as Beau slowly guides Haze’s cock inside my ass.
“Relax for him, Babydoll. He’s gonna make you feel so good,” Beau murmurs. I do as I’m told, and Haze’s grip on me tightens, lifting me a little before guiding me down slowly until I'm fully seated.
“Oh my—”
“That’s it, baby. Nice and steady. There you go,” Beau says, his hand now on my shoulder, connecting us in every way he can.
“Fuuuck, Princess. This tight hole. Fuckin’ made for me, Jovi,” Haze says, each word rolling off my heated skin. Once I’m comfortable, Beau nudges my pussy with his cock, then gently slides inside, and fuck. This feeling. The feeling of them filling me, I’ll never get enough.
“You’re gorgeous, Jovi. Our cocks, buried inside you like this…
there’s nothing more magnificent,” Beau whispers, his breath faltering just a little as he starts to thrust his hips in and out of me, slowly at first, but he must see something on my face, because when he does, he absolutely loses it.
Haze grips my arms and holds them behind me, tilting me at an angle as he starts to fuck up into me deep.
It feels out of this world. The sensation of being so incredibly wrapped in them, so unbelievably loved, makes my head spin, and my eyes start to roll to the back of my head.
“Don't move,” West says, and I whimper because Beau obeys.
“Nooo. Please don't stop.” I know that I'm needy. Can I help it? No.
“Shhh. You'll get your turn. Right now? His ass is mine.” West grips Beau’s shoulders, and in the next second, we're moving. Beau’s unique eyes burn into me as West starts pounding him from behind, his lips parted slightly as we all move together, chasing the feeling that only we can give.
There's no one else for me but them. There never will be because nobody gets me like they do.
Our love only seems to get stronger as time goes on, even when I think that it isn't possible to love them any more than I already do.
I wake up to their sleeping faces and feel it on a whole other visceral level.
“That's it, baby, fuck his ass. Make him see stars,” Haze moans, and I can barely make the words out because the way that they're fucking me right now has me on the verge of blacking out.
“I'm gonna come! Please, don't stop.”
“Yeah, Babydoll. Come on my cock. Let West hear just how fucking good our cocks feel filling you like this,” Beau grits out, thrusting harder and harder, perfectly in sync with Haze and West. He tilts his head back, and West grips his hair, granting him access to his mouth.
I watch as they kiss, giving in to each other and the euphoric feeling only we can make. And when I come? I un-fucking-ravel.
“Uhhh! Fuck my ass harder, Haze! Fill me!” I have no idea what I'm even saying because I'm soaring. High on them. Drunk on the orgasm they're ripping out of me.
“You're a needy little slut, Jovi Stone. You want me to come in your ass, don't you, baby?”
“Yes! Yes, baby! Please don't stop! I want you to claim my ass, baby!” I am fucking dead.
“Goddamn your filthy fucking mouth will kill me one day, Trouble. Beau! I'm gonna come. I'm coming in your ass!” West groans as he pumps once, twice, then hangs his head back, filling Beau with his release.
“Fill me, West. Fill me all the way up! Jovi, your pussy is so fucking tight with Haze’s cock deep in your ass.
I swear I can feel him. Baby. Oh fuuuuck.
.. I'm fucking… coming!” Beau is practically mewling as we ride the wave together, until finally, we’re one big sticky mess of sweat, limbs, and cum, lying on rose petals that stick to parts of our skin.
A couple of minutes go by, and none of us moves.
We're stuck in a moment of silence and sensual bliss, and I love this part the most. Where we are all too lost in each other.
When words aren't necessary. We already know how we feel.
It's written in each subtle gesture. Every glance. And every soft, shaky breath before each of us speaks. Haze shifts from beside me, his arms draped across my torso, his hands held tightly to Beau’s.
“Beau, baby. I've been thinking.”
“Hmm.” Beau’s deep, sleepy tone fills the now quiet room, and he rolls over and props his head up on his elbow. Looking over at Haze at my side.
“You have been my best friend for as long as I can remember. You're my family. Baby, I wanna marry you. And if you'll let me, I want to take your last name. It's… my home.” Oh my. Haze’s words hit us with such force that tears start streaming down my face. Beau’s mom was an only child, and he had no blood relatives alive. Haze taking Beau’s last name carries on her legacy, and nothing in this world could ever mean more to him than that.
“Haze… I—” Beau’s voice cracks, and I glance up to see the tears falling down his cheeks.
My heart feels like it's about to explode.
I move, giving them the space they need to connect in this moment, and snuggle in beside West. He drapes an arm around my middle, and we watch the two loves of our lives fall even more in love with each other.
I met them by accident. In a flurry of stress and chaotic madness.
A swirl of wrong places and right timing.
A game. A hurricane that tore through everything I thought I knew, everything I thought I wanted in life.
Little did I know, that single collision would shape me.
Change me in ways that only made me see things more clearly.
Don't walk. Run. Take the leap. Don't ever fear the fall. Because if I hadn't… I would never have known what it felt like to feel love on such a molecular level. To burn and to mend all at once. Their love carved itself into my heart. Into my soul… into the very marrow of me.
And I never saw it coming. But now that they're mine?
There's no going back.
The End