Epilogue

Mackenzie

Six years later

“ M ackenzie!”

I startle at the shouting of my name, glancing over my shoulder to find Parker standing there. “Why are you yelling at me?”

He scoffs. “I called your name like ten times, and you didn’t hear me.”

That sounds about right. I tend to get lost in my work, shutting out the rest of the world.

“What do you expect? You know I’m knee deep in the damn cartel data Santos sent over. Did you know how much he was going to send over when we took this job from him? It’s going to take forever for me to analyze everything.”

Parker shrugs. “But you’re the best at ferreting out traitors based on data. He doesn’t know how far back it started, so he sent over everything since he’s been in charge. That’s a lot of years of data.”

“No shit, Sherlock. I’m the one having to go through it, so I know how much there is. Hence the complaint.” Rolling my eyes, I turn back to the computer and make sure to save everything before spinning the chair around. “Now, why are you bothering me while I’m working?”

“Because it’s nearly seven. Me and Damon finished dinner. Cormac and Royce will be back any minute now, and I figured you wanted to be a part of the surprise you planned.” Parker just grins at me, used to my frustration at being interrupted while I’m working.

Glancing at the time, I curse. “Motherfucker. Why didn’t you come get me sooner? I need to get changed. I’m not going to have time to do my hair or makeup now.”

“I came in here an hour ago and you told me to go fuck myself, so I let you be.” Parker laughs while I frown.

I definitely don’t remember that happening.

Oops.

Shaking my head, I spin the chair around and get my computer shut down. Once I’m done, I hurry past a laughing Parker and up the stairs.

It’s Cormac’s forty-sixth birthday and the anniversary of the auction that changed our lives. We decided to surprise him with a meal he didn’t cook, a cake I baked this morning, and the three of us in very little clothing.

The very little clothing thing happens every year, but the other activities vary year by year. We didn’t even bring Royce in on our surprise this year, so I’m sure he’ll be just as surprised.

I hurry into our bedroom, heading straight for the closet where I hid the lingerie I’m wearing tonight. It’s an almost exact replica of what I wore to the auction. I think everyone will appreciate it.

The last six years haven’t been easy for us. We’ve had to work hard and fight for what we wanted in our lives and in our relationships. Overcoming our time spent with Carlos was hard for me and Damon. Not to mention Parker, who I still think is holding onto some of the guilt he feels from that night. Working with a therapist helped, but there are still times flashbacks hit me out of nowhere.

PTSD isn’t fun for anyone—not the person who has it, nor the people that love them. Having three of us dealing with it is hard. Parker has had the hardest time accepting that he has PTSD from the same night. After all, he wasn’t the one kidnapped and tortured, but he was the one who had to see the results and blamed himself. Even to this day, he has to work with his therapist on it. I swear Royce and Cormac are saints for putting up with the three of us, but that’s what you do for the people you love.

I pull off my clothes, smiling as I glance around the room. We’re still living in the house I grew up in, but we’ve made a lot of changes over the years. The first thing we did was expand the master bedroom and had a custom bed built. While the five of us managed in my bed, it really wasn’t big enough for four men who are stacked. I don’t take up much space, but they sure do.

It was hard at first to go through my parents’ things and decide what to do with them, but all four of my men were there for me every step of the way—just like they were when we went through my sisters' things. I kept some of their things—some of Lily’s artwork and Ember’s photographs that hang on our walls, some of my mom’s favorite dresses and jewelry that I wear when the mood suits, and my dad’s cufflinks and tie clip my mom gifted him for their first anniversary. The rest of their things, I donated eventually. It took about a year for me to be willing to part with any of it. It sat in the basement during that time, never forgotten but out of the way.

We redecorated the house together which helped with the sometimes crippling grief I felt from losing my family. We made it into our house—just like my parents would’ve wanted. We really don’t need a house this size, but it’s nice because we were able to add everything we wanted. Everyone has their own bedroom so if they want alone time they can have it, though we mostly sleep together in our room. There’s an office for each of us, plus a gym and theater. We also had a pool and hot tub put in the backyard.

It’s great because it means I don’t have to leave the house if I don’t want to. There’s always something for me to do here. Plus, four men I get to do whenever my heart desires.

I snicker at my thoughts as I pull on the lingerie before hurrying into the ensuite. We even expanded it so that we could all shower together without being crowded. Enough sinks for everyone to have their own if we’re all getting ready together and the massive whirlpool tub that can fit us plus another five people and we’d still have room.

Honestly, I love our bathroom. It might be my favorite room in the house.

I know I don’t have long enough to do full-face makeup or do anything intricate with my hair. I run a brush through my hair and call it done. I grab my eyeliner and mascara, putting it on quickly before calling it done. It’s all I have time for as I hear a car door slam outside.

Giving myself one last glance in the mirror, another smile pulls at my lips.

The last six years have been good to me. I’ve always been small, but I hated working out so I was softer than I am now. Living with four men obsessed with fitness means I don’t get to laze about. Especially not after I declared that I wanted to be a part of their business a mere month after the four of them moved in.

Damon had quit both of his jobs immediately and moved out of his apartment and into the house. The other three didn’t have a house anymore, and none of them wanted to leave so they didn’t. Damon immediately started training with them, and I didn’t like being excluded. Not only did I have skills they needed, but I needed to know I could take care of myself if anything like that ever happened again.

None of them had been happy about it, but after some grumbling, they agreed to train me. The one thing we all agreed on was that I would never participate in the actual mission. I could act as support, but I was never to set foot inside a job. It’s not like I wanted to. I don’t mind helping them find the terrible men they kill or finding the proof needed to be sure it’s a job we’re willing to take but the action of taking a life? It’s not for me.

Brushing my hair over my shoulder, I shake my head to pull myself from my thoughts before rushing from the room and down the stairs. I’m not even out of breath as I step into the kitchen to find Damon and Parker in matching black jockstraps reminiscent of what Damon wore to the auction. I grin, realizing we had the same idea. I love how we’re so often on the same wavelength. It’s probably because we’ve known each other for so long.

“Hot damn, Mac.” Damon lets out a low whistle. “If Royce and Cormac weren’t about to walk through the front door, I’d bend you over this counter and let them find us like Royce did that night.”

Heat rushes through me, heavy and heady low in my belly. “Fuck, they would’ve loved that, too.”

“Too bad you told me to fuck off when I came in to get you an hour ago,” Parker says, his tone teasing.

“You can fuck off now, too.” I stick my tongue out at him before glancing around the kitchen. “Where’s the cake?”

“On the table,” Damon tells me as he stalks across the room and kisses the hell out of me. “Maybe we can still have them walk in on us.”

I spread my legs as he reaches between them to run his fingers over the damp lingerie covering my cunt. I’m already dripping for him, so I’m down with this plan.

Parker chuckles lowly. “If you’re doing this, I want her mouth around my cock while you fuck her up and down me.”

A whine spills from me as I nod. “Let’s do that. Quickly. I heard them outside. They’ll be walking in any second now.”

“Your wish is my command,” Damon growls, moving around behind me as he wraps a hand in my hair. Once he’s behind me, his hand runs over my ass before pushing aside the cloth covering my pussy.

Then his cock is there, rubbing along my center as he coated himself in my juices. He pushes on my lower back as he uses his grip on my hair to lower my head to where Parker’s weeping cock waits. I close my lips over the tip as Damon pushes into me from behind. The three of us moan together just as the front door opens and closes.

“We’re home,” Royce calls out, but none of us respond as Damon pulls out and thrusts back into me, hard and deep. He uses his thrust and the hand in my hair to guide me down Parker’s length.

I hear Royce and Cormac’s footsteps as Damon keeps up his punishing pace, pulling moans from both men as I hum around Parker’s dick. A fresh wave of desire rushes through me, knowing they’re going to walk in on us any moment now, catching us in the act.

“Fuck, Mac. You little exhibitionist. You’re getting wetter with every moment they’re moving closer,” Damon grunts out, his free hand sliding away from my hip so he can circle my clit.

Of course, I am. This isn’t the first time someone has walked in on me having sex with one of the others—or several of the others. It’s not even the first time it’s been planned, nor will it be the last.

“Well, well, well…” Royce drawls as he assumably steps into the kitchen since I can’t see anything beyond Parker. “What do we have here?”

Damon pinches my clit, and I come hard. I scream around Parker’s dick as my cunt spasms around Damon’s cock. Parker hisses, his hand tangling in my hair as he begins to fuck my face.

“Surprise,” Damon pants out, never slowing his movements as he continues to fuck me. “Happy birthday, Cor.”

Cormac chuckles before I hear a scraping noise. “I guess I’ll just sit here and enjoy the show.”

“Just couldn’t wait for us, could you?” Royce asks wryly. “Though this scene looks familiar. Not the cock stuffed in Mac’s hot mouth, but Damon fucking Mackenzie from behind in those outfits? Yeah, that’s a visual I’ll never forget.”

Cormac laughs again. “Are you talking about the auction when you found them fucking.”

“Mmmhmm.” Royce laughs and there’s the scraping sound again, telling me Royce is probably pulling out a chair as well. “I think I might prefer this visual though. I love to watch Mac full of cock.”

“My little one does look amazing taking cock, doesn’t she? Maybe you should go join them. She’d look even better with another cock inside her.”

Royce hums. “We can try that after dinner. Right now, I want to enjoy the show with you.”

The entire time the two of them have been talking, Parker and Damon have continued to fuck me. Another orgasm is building quickly, knowing my other two loves are watching us.

“Fuck. I’m going to come,” Parker mumbles only a second before he’s filling my mouth with cum. I swallow it down as he continues to shallowly pump into my mouth, riding out his orgasm.

As soon as his dick slips from between my lips, Damon barks out, “Keep her steady, Park. It’s my turn now.”

If I thought he was fucking me hard and fast before, I was sadly mistaken. I understand why he asked Parker to hold me steady as he plows into me hard enough for me to lose my footing, especially since I’m still bent over. Parker drops to his knees, twining our hands together as he leans in to kiss me.

Damon’s fingers dig into my hip hard enough they’ll likely leave marks as he owns my body. When he adjusts his hips, he hits me even deeper, finding the spot that will send me spiraling hard and fast. With just a few more thrusts of his hips, I’m screaming out my orgasm as Damon roars out his own release.

We’re both panting as Parker helps me stand up right once more. Cum slides down my leg when Damon’s cock slips out.

Cormac is there in the next moment, his tongue licking it up before plunging into my cunt. Damon presses against my back to help me keep upright as Cormac eats me out like his life depends on it. Orgasm three takes no time at all, and then Cormac is sliding the lingerie back over my pussy.

He smacks his lips. “Just the appetizer I needed. I love tasting their cum in your pussy.”

A shiver runs through me at his words, and I’m ready to go again right now. Then again, I’m always ready for the four men who hold my heart, so I shouldn’t be surprised.

“Absolutely not,” Parker says as he steps between me and Cormac. “No more sex before dinner. It’s probably already cold. Damon and I worked hard on it—we spent weeks practicing to make sure it would be perfect for tonight, so we’re eating now.”

“Ohhh, Parker has decided to take control.” Damon snickers as he leads me over to the table to my usual seat at the round table before taking the seat to my right.

When Parker tries to sit on my other side, Cormac nudges him out of the way. “As the birthday boy, I want to sit between you and my little one.”

Parker rolls his eyes but takes the seat on Cormac’s other side while Royce sits between him and Damon. We got a round table so that we could all see one another easily. I didn’t want to keep the long dining room table my parents had, where you had to strain your neck to see everyone seated at the table. Not only was it annoying, but it was entirely too big for the five of us.

Because that’s all our family will be—the five of us. We decided that being a parent with our line of work wasn’t safe for any children we had. It could put a target on them, and I know my men have no intention of moving beyond the hitman life until they’re ready to retire. It was a mutual decision—one I wholly support.

While having children was something I thought about growing up, I was never one of those people that had to be a mom. Our family is complete as it is, and as I look around the table at my men, I know I’ve found my happily-ever-after.

The End

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