Chapter 24
Remy
The hospital discharge papers crinkle in my hands as Ansel helps me into the waiting SUV.
Twenty-four hours of observation, a CT scan, X-rays, and enough questions from doctors and FBI agents to last a lifetime.
Despite everything, the doctors gave me a clean bill of health.
I just have some minor bruises and soreness that will heal quickly.
My parents left an hour ago after a tearful goodbye.
Mom couldn’t stop hugging me, and Dad’s eyes were red-rimmed when he finally released my hand.
Sadie and my best friend, Jess, came by earlier, bringing flowers and gossip about Damon’s arrest spreading through the tech community.
According to them, everyone’s in shock that he’d stoop so low.
I don’t care about Damon anymore. The FBI has records, communications, everything. He and Trent’s entire network are in custody. It’s over.
Within moments of being brought to the front of the hospital in a wheelchair, Joshua pulls up.
Enzo and Ansel slide in beside me while Breck takes one of the captain’s seats.
Enzo takes my hand. “Ready to go home?”
“More than ready.” I lean into Enzo’s warmth. “No more hospitals. No more statements. No more looking over my shoulder.”
“Never again.” Ansel’s eyes meet mine as he takes my hand. “We’re not letting you out of our sight.”
The drive home feels different. Lighter. Like I can finally breathe without waiting for something terrible to happen.
At the penthouse, they guide me to the couch, and Breck brings me coffee without asking if I want it. Ansel sits beside me, his hand finding mine. Enzo settles on my other side.
Ansel squeezes my hand. “We need to talk.”
My stomach tightens. “That sounds ominous.”
Breck laughs and moves to sit on the coffee table in front of us, his knees almost touching mine. “It’s the opposite of ominous.”
Enzo shifts closer, his shoulder pressing against mine. “We’ve been talking. The three of us. About what happens next.”
“And we’re all in agreement.” Ansel lifts my hand to his lips. “We want you with us. Always. Not just dating, not just seeing where things go. We want to build a life with you, Remy.”
My breath catches.
“We want you to move in here permanently,” Breck continues.
“You’re ours.” Enzo’s fingers trace my jaw. “And we want to spend every morning, every day, and every night with you.”
“And we’re yours.” Ansel’s voice is absolute certainty. “That’s not changing. Ever.”
Warmth floods through me, and tears prick my eyes. “I want that, too. All of it.”
“Good.” Breck smiles. “Because we’re not accepting any other answer.”
And my heart swells for these three men who have changed my life for the better.
“Show me.” The words come out breathless. “Show me what it means to be yours.”
“We just got home from the hospital,” Breck says. “We have all the time in the world, and you need time to heal.”
“I’m not letting some minor bruises stop me,” I respond. “So, what’s stopping you?”
Enzo’s mouth is on mine before I finish speaking. The kiss is deep, thorough, claiming. His hands slide into my hair, angling my head exactly where he wants it, and I open for him willingly.
Breck’s hands slide under my shirt, palms warm against my ribs. “We’re going to take our time with you tonight.”
“No rushing.” Ansel’s breath ghosts against my ear. “No holding back. You’re going to feel exactly how much we want you.”
They guide me down the hall to Ansel’s room, the biggest of the three, with a king-sized bed and windows overlooking the city. The curtains are open, letting in the afternoon light.
Breck turns me to face him, his hands gentle as they slide my shirt over my head. “Beautiful.”
His fingers trace the edge of my bra, following the lace with deliberate slowness. I reach for his shirt, but he catches my wrists.
“Not yet.” His grin is wicked. “We’re taking care of you first.”
Enzo kneels in front of me, his hands on my hips. He presses a kiss to my stomach, then another lower. “Lift your foot.”
I brace myself on his shoulder as he removes my shoes, then my jeans. His hands slide up my legs, thumbs massaging my inner thighs, and I shiver.
“Cold?” Ansel’s question comes from behind me, right before his hands settle on my shoulders.
“No.” My voice comes out rough. “The opposite of cold.”
His laugh is low and approving. “Good.”
He unhooks my bra with ease, sliding it down my arms. His hands replace the fabric, cupping my breasts, and I arch into his touch.
Enzo rises, his fingers hooking into the waistband of my underwear. “Last piece.”
He slides them down slowly, his gaze never leaving mine. Then I’m completely bare, and they’re all still fully clothed, and the contrast makes my pulse race.
“On the bed.” Ansel’s command is gentle but firm. “In the middle.”
I climb onto the bed, and they surround me; Breck on my left, Enzo on my right, Ansel between my legs.
“We’re going to learn every sound you make.” Breck’s mouth finds my neck, kissing along my pulse point. "Every spot that makes you squirm, every touch that makes you dripping wet for us."
Ansel’s hands spread my thighs wider. “And you’re going to let us. Aren’t you?”
I’m already trembling. “Yes.”
His mouth descends, and I cry out at the first touch of his tongue. He’s methodical, thorough, exploring and learning what makes my hips buck, what makes me gasp his name.
Breck’s mouth closes over my nipple, and I arch into him. His hand slides to my other breast, pinching and rolling until I’m writhing between them.
Enzo captures my mouth in a deep kiss, swallowing my moans. His hand tangles in my hair, holding me exactly where he wants me, and I surrender to it completely.
Ansel adds his fingers, curling them until pleasure spirals through me, and I can’t hold back the sounds spilling from my lips.
“Let us hear you, Little Genius,” Breck commands.
I’m caught between them, overwhelmed by sensation. Every nerve ending is on fire, every touch building higher and higher until I’m sure I’ll shatter.
“Please—” I don’t even know what I’m begging for anymore.
“Not yet,” Ansel says against my heated flesh. “We’re not done with you.”
He brings me to the edge and holds me there, backing off every time I get close. Breck and Enzo take turns kissing me, touching me, whispering filthy promises about what they’re going to do to me.
“Ansel—” I’m shaking now, desperate.
His mouth returns with renewed purpose, and this time, he doesn’t stop.
I come apart with a gasp, my entire body convulsing. Waves crash over me, and they hold me through it, murmuring praise and encouragement.
Before I’ve fully recovered, Ansel’s hands grip my hips, turning me onto my stomach. “On your knees.”
The command in his voice makes my pussy throb with need. I push myself up onto all fours, still trembling from my orgasm.
Ansel moves to kneel in front of me, his hand cupping my jaw. His thumb traces my lower lip, and I can see how hard he is, how much he wants this. “I need your mouth.”
Behind me, I feel Enzo’s hands on my hips, positioning himself. The anticipation makes my breath catch.
“Can you take both of us like this?” Ansel’s eyes search mine, dark with desire but checking, always checking.
“Yes.” My voice comes out breathless.
Ansel guides himself to my mouth, and I open for him. The taste of him floods my senses as he slides past my lips slowly, giving me time to adjust.
Enzo enters me from behind at the same moment, and the overwhelming fullness makes me moan around Ansel. The vibration travels through him, and his fingers tighten in my hair.
“Fuck, Remy.” Ansel’s control is already fraying. “Your mouth—”
Enzo sets a rhythm, each thrust pushing me forward onto Ansel. The position means I’m completely at their mercy, taking what they give me, and the surrender of it makes my center clench with longing.
I hollow my cheeks, working Ansel with my tongue, and his groan of pleasure makes me clench around Enzo.
“She just got tighter.” Enzo’s voice is strained. “She likes this.”
Breck’s hand slides beneath me, finding my clit. His fingers circle and tease, and I gasp around Ansel again, my arms nearly buckling.
Breck’s other hand steadies me, keeping me in position. “You’re taking them both so perfectly. You’re perfect mouth and your pretty little pussy.”
The praise, combined with the sensations, overwhelms me. I’m filled from both ends, Breck’s fingers working magic, and I can feel another orgasm building impossibly fast.
Enzo’s thrusts become deeper, more demanding. Each one drives me onto Ansel, creating a rhythm that has all three of us groaning.
“Look at me.” Ansel’s voice is rough. “I want to see your eyes when I come.”
I meet his gaze, and the intensity in his blue eyes nearly undoes me. His hand tightens in my hair, not painful but possessive, and I can see him losing the battle with his control.
“Remy—” His warning comes out strangled. “I’m—”
I take him deeper, humming my permission, and he breaks. His release fills my mouth with a groan that sounds torn from his chest, and I swallow, never breaking eye contact.
The sight of him coming apart because of me sends me over the edge. I clench around Enzo, and Breck’s fingers work faster, and suddenly, I’m shattering.
Enzo’s pace becomes erratic. “Fuck, you feel so good.”
He follows me with a curse, his fingers digging into my hips as he empties himself inside me.
For a moment, we stay frozen in that position, all of us breathing hard. Then Ansel carefully withdraws, and Enzo helps me down onto the bed.
My arms and legs are shaking. I’m boneless, wrecked in the best way.
Breck is already stripping off his clothes, his eyes dark with want. “You’re incredible. You know that?”
“You keep telling me.” I reach for him, and he comes willingly.
His touch is different from Enzo’s, playful, teasing. He nips at my lower lip before soothing it with his tongue. His hands roam everywhere, touching and exploring.
“I love how responsive you are.” His fingers trail down my stomach. “How you arch into every touch.”
“I love how you touch me.” I pull him closer. “All of you.”
He positions himself at my entrance, and he enters me in one smooth thrust, and I gasp at the fullness. He’s slightly thicker than Enzo, and the stretch is delicious.
"That's it, take my cock." He pauses, his hand cupping my face. "Tell me if it's too much, Little Genius. Does it feel good?"
"Exquisite." I rock my hips against him. "And I want it harder."
His thrusts become powerful, and he varies the angle until he finds the spot that makes my breath catch.
Ansel’s hand slides into my hair, turning my face toward him. He rolls my nipple between his fingers while Breck moves inside me, and I’m lost in sensation again.
“Do you like having Breck’s dick inside of you?” Ansel asks.
I can’t use my words, so I nod.
“You were made for us,” Enzo says.
“You take us all so perfectly,” Ansel agrees.
Breck’s hand slides between us, and the pulsing between my legs becomes so intense.
“Breck!” I cry out, not knowing if I need him to slow down or speed up.
He moves more slowly but pounds into me deeper, and it’s exactly what I need.
Breck’s grin is pure wickedness. “You’re right there. I can feel it. I want you to soak my cock with your orgasm.”
My body responds to his command. My third orgasm hits hard and fast, and I’m vaguely aware of Breck cursing as he follows me over.
He collapses beside me, breathing hard. “Fucking incredible.”
Ansel positions himself between my legs, already hard again. His hands slide up my thighs.
I reach for him, but he catches my wrists.
He enters me with one deep thrust. The overstimulation from just having three orgasms consumes me. My pussy tingles with sensations that border on too intense.
“Breathe.” His free hand caresses my face. “Just breathe.”
I do, and gradually, the sharp edge softens into something else. Something better.
“Move.” I rock my hips upward. “Ansel, I need you to move.”
He starts slowly, each thrust deliberate and controlled. He releases my wrists, and my hands immediately go to his shoulders, nails digging in.
I meet his eyes. “Harder.”
Something shifts in his expression. “You’re sure?”
I only nod.
His thrusts become powerful, almost rough, and I revel in it.
Enzo and Breck are on either side of me, hands roaming, mouths finding sensitive spots on my neck and shoulders. The combination of all three of them is overwhelming in the best way.
“You’re going to come for me one more time,” Ansel commands. “And this time, you’re going to say my name.”
“Ansel—” I’m already close, impossibly.
“Louder.” He adjusts the angle, hitting that perfect spot.
My fourth orgasm crashes over me, and I scream his name. He follows immediately, groaning into my neck as he empties himself inside me.
We collapse together in a tangle of limbs. The world narrows to the bed, their bodies, the sound of our breathing.
Breck’s hand finds mine. “You’re stuck with us now. All three of us. Forever.”
Enzo pulls a blanket over us, and they shift to create a cocoon of warmth around me. Ansel on one side, Breck on the other, Enzo sprawled partially across all of us.
“I love you.” The words slip out before I can think about them. “All of you. I love you.”
Ansel’s voice is rough with emotion. “I love you, too.”
“Love you, Little Genius.” Breck’s fingers trace patterns on my hip. “We’re going to spend every day proving it.”
“We love you, Remy.” Enzo presses a kiss to my temple.
I close my eyes, surrounded by the men I love, and for the first time since this whole nightmare began, I feel completely safe. Completely home.
And I know, without a doubt, that this is exactly where I’m meant to be.