Chapter 31 #2
“I love you,” Alex replies, and I can see him trembling with emotion, his voice strangled by it. “I love you like I’ve never loved anyone before in my life. And the fact that you’re going to be the mother of our children… Raina… this is the only thing that makes sense to me.”
“To us,” Vincent adds. “I love you.”
“I adore you. We all want you. Every inch of you, Raina. We want it. We want everything,” Max says.
I smile a soft, weak smile. “You sound so romantic right now, Max. It’s unlike you.”
“See what you’ve turned me into?” He laughs, tears filling his eyes. “But it’s the truth. I’m never going to lie about it. You really are the one for us, Raina.”
“We knew. From the moment we heard things went sideways after Jeremy, we knew,” Alex says. “It was our one chance to bring you into our lives, to make you a part of it all. We had to take it.”
“Not a day goes by that I’m not grateful or happy about it,” I admit.
“So what do you say then?” Vincent asks, holding up the ring. “Legally, only one of us can marry you. But in the eyes of God, in the eyes of anyone who matters, the three of us will gladly be your husbands. In sickness and in health. For richer, ‘cause poorer will never be an option.”
That makes me laugh because I know he means it. They’re secure. They’re steady. They’re strong. Devoted, ambitious, resilient. And they love me. All of me. They’ve proven it in so many ways already.
“I’d be an idiot to say no, so heck yes,” I reply, bursting into tears of joy.
Vincent smiles and breathes a sigh of deep relief before he slips the ring on my finger. I take a moment to admire the jewel while Max locks the Cocktail Room’s doors and pulls the blinds on each of the windows.
At the same time, Alex pulls me into a kiss. A hungry, decisive, unforgiving kiss that consumes me like wildfire. I have no choice but to succumb to it, my flesh aching for what I know is about to unfold.
“You’re ours, now,” Vincent growls as he takes me in his arms. His embrace is firm and wildly possessive, his fingers digging into my hips while he ravages my mouth with his. “Ours, forever.”
“I’m yours,” I say, my head falling back as he lets the tip of his tongue slide down my neck, as Alex moves behind me and runs his fingers through my hair.
When Max joins us, everything comes loose. Our clothes. Our breaths. Every building block of the universe falls apart as I give myself to my men, my future husbands.
“I love you all so much,” I say between wild kisses, my hands running up and down their hard, chiseled bodies.
I revel at every rope of muscle. I tingle with excitement at every touch. Their hands and lips claim me, showering me with hungry love and boundless passion, and I lose touch with reality altogether.
“Be a good girl and get on your knees,” Max commands me.
Eagerly, I obey. My knees sink into the soft, decorative carpet as they stand before me, buck naked and hard as rocks, their cocks begging for my affection.
I stroke each of them, fondling their balls, feeling their weight in my hands before I wrap my lips around each tip, before I taste the salty precum on my tongue.
After a few moments, Alex threads his fingers through my hair and pulls me back up.
“This is never going to change,” he warns me as they guide me to one of the lounge sofas in a dimly lit corner, close enough to the bar for me to see our reflection in its mirrors. “You’re always going to be a good girl, right, Raina?”
“What if I want to be a bad girl?” I ask with some sass in my voice.
He smacks my ass, and the delicious sting travels through my body, yanking a whimper from the back of my throat. “There will be a price to pay.”
“Then I will pay it,” I tell him.
Max pinches my nipples until I cry out. He then kisses and licks and suckles them with expert precision, and I climb on top of him on the sofa. Boldly, I slide onto his cock. He stretches and fills me precisely the way I like it.
I moan harshly when Vincent comes up from behind and joins him inside me. And when Alex climbs on top of the sofa, I grab him by his muscular thighs and take him in my mouth.
Complete possession. Utter abandonment of self. They destroy me, once again, fucking me out of this world, ramming into my like there’s no tomorrow. My breasts bounce in Max’s capable hands. Vincent keeps smacking my ass while Alex deep-throats me until tears trickle down my cheeks.
The rhythm builds.
The tension rises.
“I love you,” Alex says.
Our eyes meet, and he knows. He knows I feel the same. It makes this moment all the more precious, all the more sinful as he takes a firm hold of my head. I lock my lips around his cock and let him work, let him claim my lips and my tongue until his hot seed spurts down my throat.
I swallow every drop and bask in the heat of his adoration.
Vincent pumps me full of him. Max, too. We become one until there’s nothing left of us for the rest of the world.
“Oh, God, I love you!” I moan as Vincent’s fingers work my throbbing clit into a second orgasm. I explode all over him and Max. I come hard, panting and pulsating outward like an exploding star.
Only the glint of my diamond remains while I’m wrapped in their warm, firm bodies. This is it for us. The closest we’ll ever get to a happy ending. And the best part? Our lives are only just beginning.
“Here’s to a lifetime of this,” Max whispers as I slowly descend from the clouds and rest my head on his chest.
I feel Vincent’s hand on the small of my back. Alex’s fingertips outlining my face.
This is perfection. Imperfect and messy and loud. Shimmering and shivering and sweet. Peaceful and firm and decisive. So many shades to this single moment in time. So many facets to an existence as brilliant and as perfect as the diamond on my finger.
This is us.