36. Boone
Boone
I can’t get her away from that glorified prison fast enough. Once we’re sure that we’re not being followed, we take Ani to the safehouse we set up beforehand.
It’s tucked deep into the hills. One road in. There’s a woodstove, backup generators and double deadbolts on every door. The windows are narrow and high. The walls are reinforced. It’s secure, remote and untouchable.
Ani is here with us and I’ve never seen anything more beautiful in my life.
She’s here.
Alive.
And for the first time since I woke up and found her gone, I can fucking breathe again.
I want to go to her, pin her down and never let her go. But I don’t do any of that.
I stand across the room like my feet are nailed to the floor.
I’ve been running on adrenaline for days—planning the raid, coordinating every contact we had and asking for so many favors.
I didn’t let myself feel anything while we stormed the estate.
I stayed in mission mode even as I raised my gun, every part of me vibrating with rage.
But now?
Now I feel everything.
The grief. The fury. The relief so intense it nearly rips me open.
It’s Finn who moves first.
He crosses the room then lowers himself beside her. I watch as he reaches for her hands. It’s a silent offering, one she takes just as silently.
There’s a wild look in her eyes—guilt, relief and something else.
“I thought if I left, you’d all be safe.”
Finn covers his face with one hand, shoulders shaking as the first sob breaks loose. Surprise blooms across her features. She looks so fragile as she reaches out and runs her fingers through his hair.
Jonah's jaw tightens as he goes to her. He pulls her up and wraps both arms around her.
Finn wraps his arms around her waist from the other side, burying his face in her hair. His shoulders shake as he chokes the words out. “I love you. So fucking much.”
“Oh, Finn…I’m so sorry. And I love you, too.”
She knows she’s home. And this time, she’s not going anywhere.
She’s still wearing the god awful wedding dress. What’s left of it anyway.
We should have torn it off her the second we got here, but she needed a moment. The hem is shredded. One strap hangs down her arm, barely clinging to her shoulder. It looks like it’s been dragged through hell and back.
Her gaze moves between us. There’s no panic in her eyes now. Just exhaustion.
“We’re gonna take care of you now.”
She nods.
I cross the room and reach for the strap slipping from her shoulder. Jonah moves to the zipper at her back.
“We’ll be gentle,” he says.
“You don’t have to be,” she whispers. “I trust you.”
He unzips the dress and the fabric slides down her body.
She steps out of it slowly, letting it fall to the floor. She lets us look at her bare body and I’m unable to look away.
Finn kisses her shoulder while Jonah lifts her arm and kisses the inside of her wrist. I step forward, wrap my hand around the back of her neck, and rest my forehead against hers.
“You’re safe now, baby.”
She nods again.
We guide her to the bathroom. The water takes a few minutes to heat up. Jonah checks it while Finn finds the towels. We all quickly undress.
When she steps into the shower, it’s Finn who follows her first. He grabs the shampoo, lathers it between his palms, and gently begins to wash her hair.
Jonah and I join them and we each begin soaping up her body, being careful not to be too rough. I trace every inch of her with my hands.
She closes her eyes and leans into each of us as we move around her. By the time we turn off the water, she seems more relaxed.
We towel her dry together, moving in sync. Finn wraps her body up carefully. Jonah dries her hair with another towel. I kiss her lips before murmuring, “Bed.”
She follows without question. When she climbs onto the bed, she doesn’t look anxious or worried anymore. She looks ready to be properly fucked.
I crawl onto the bed and kneel between her legs. My hands run up her thighs until I’m holding her hips in both palms. She tilts her head, watching me.
“You still mine, sweetheart?” I ask.
“Yes,” she breathes. “Always.”
I lower my mouth to her stomach and kiss every inch of it. Jonah and Finn get on either side of us. They kiss her throat, her shoulders, her breasts. They whisper adorations but her eyes stay locked on mine.
Jonah takes her hand. Finn strokes her hair.
I press kisses lower until I land between her thighs. She opens for me easily, breathing harder as I lick a long, slow stripe through her center. She’s already so wet for us.
“You’re so fucking perfect,” I murmur. “You know that?”
She whimpers.
Jonah kisses her wrist while Finn brushes a thumb over her nipple causing it to pucker.
I lick her again and suck gently on her clit. Her body arches. My grip on her thighs tightens as I work her slowly. She’s starting to fall apart, piece by piece. I continue this agonizingly slow pace until I can tell she can’t take any more.
“Come for me,” I whisper. “Come for Daddy.”
She gasps and sobs as her orgasm rocks her, thighs shaking in my hands. I don’t stop until she finally goes still. And, even then, she has to drag my face away from her pussy because it’s just too much.
When I rise above her, she reaches for me.
“Boone—”
I slide inside her slowly. She’s so warm and tight. I thrust into her, each movement claiming her once again.
“You’re mine,” I growl. “Say it.”
“I’m yours,” she moans.
When she comes again, she screams my name.
And I let myself fall with her. And oh my fucking God…
I ease out of her slowly. Her body twitches beneath me, still clenching. My come drips from between her thighs, and I watch it trail down her skin.
I shift back and give the others some room.
“Show her she’s still ours,” I tell them.
Jonah’s already moving.
He slides his hand up her thigh, then leans in and kisses the inside of her knee.
She lets out a soft sound. He strokes between her legs, dragging his fingers through the mess I left behind.
Then he pushes a finger inside her, and then adds another, curling them deep, pressing up into the spot that makes her legs shake.
“Still with us, baby?” Finn asks.
“Yes,” she breathes.
“Can you take more?” Jonah asks.
“Yes.”
Jonah shifts onto his back and guides her down on top of him, coaxing her to straddle his hips. She follows without hesitation, moving over him, bracing her hands on his chest as he eases his fingers back inside her from below. The angle makes her gasp and her head drops forward as her back arches.
Finn gets behind her and settles on his knees. He lifts her hair and kisses the back of her neck. Then he begins slicking her ass, easing her open one inch at a time.
She moans.
“Tell me if it’s too much,” he says.
“It won’t be.”
Jonah kisses her chest. He holds her face in his palm and presses their foreheads together, breathing her in. Then he slides his fingers free from between her thighs. She whimpers at the loss, but he’s already shifting beneath her, lining his cock up with her pussy.
“Breathe for me,” he says and she does.
He pushes into her slowly, sinking inch by inch until he’s buried deep. Her thighs are trembling already. Her head falls forward.
Jonah holds still while Finn works her gently, spreading her wider.
“Let her feel it,” I growl. I’m already hard again and I start stroking my cock. “Let her know she’s owned.”
Finn lines himself up and presses forward. He slides deeper, inch by careful inch, until they’re both inside her—Jonah thick and deep in her pussy, Finn behind her, both of them stretching her to the edge of what she can take.
She gasps and grabs Jonah’s chest tighter.
Jonah starts to move. Finn’s thrusts grow deeper, more urgent, but he never loses the care in his hands, the praise in his voice.
“So fucking good,” Jonah whispers. “Taking both of us like a good girl.”
I stroke my cock harder.
They move together, slow and in sync, one thrusting while the other pulls back. Her body rocks between them, mouth open, eyes glazed, moaning like she’s about to lose it. Her hands claw at the sheets and her thighs tremble.
When her muscles lock, I know she’s close. Jonah reaches between her thighs and rubs her clit. Finn leans down, kissing the back of her neck like he’s trying to hold her together as she unravels.
“Come for us,” Jonah whispers.
“Let us feel it,” Finn says.
“Now,” I command.
She shatters.
Finn groans against her neck. “Gonna come—fuck, Ani?—”
She cries out, her body clenching down around both of them, shaking violently. Finn bites back a curse, gripping her tighter as she milks them both.
They come seconds apart.
Jonah buries his face in her neck as he groans her name. Finn follows with a guttural growl, cock pulsing deep inside her, his whole body tensed against hers like he’s afraid to let go.
I stroke once more and come hard, eyes locked on her ruined, glorious body—held open, filled to overflowing. I spill across my stomach, breath heaving.
They lower her gently.
She’s so fucking beautiful and she’s all ours.