EPILOGUE #2
I watch them leave before embracing Tally again and whisper, “I love you, girl.”
Tally has been more than just a good friend in the past few years.
She’s been a constant source of support, always there to listen and lift my spirits.
When Saylor was in the hospital, and I would visit him every day, she would call me during my drives, keeping me company and boosting my morale, especially on those difficult drives home when Saylor struggled so much at first.
I told her everything about him and how he was there all the time, but instead of being mad and judging, she understood that I needed someone, needed him, just for myself for a while.
Tally was also there when I set up the shop, helping with color choices and bringing us sandwiches and cakes when we were worn out from all the hard work.
She’s my rock in the waves, the one I can hold onto when things get rough, and I will never be able to thank her enough for all she did for me.
For keeping me here, making me fight for what I wanted.
“I love you more,” she whispers, gently squeezing my forearm when we step back.
We sit down to finish our meals among my guys, laughing and chatting.
I’m telling Nash about the reading I had earlier, but he’s just nodding along, eyes focused on my lips.
I lean in to peck his lips before I continue the story, but he’s still only focused on mine.
“Are you even listening to me?” I laugh.
“Sure, but you distract me with the way your lips move. Maybe you should kiss me some more to make me focus.” He grins before grabbing my head and pulling me in for a real kiss, making the rest of the table hoot and my cheeks flush.
As we’re clearing our plates, Nash leans in close again. “Siren, wanna get out of here?”
Tally grins from across the table. “Go on. We’ve got Lio. His grandparents and I will keep an eye on him, and we’ll have a sleepover. I bet Jesse will love that.”
“He’s had his meds for today, so he should be all right,” North adds, a hint of concern in his voice. “But, are you sure?”
If you didn’t know Lio was sick, you wouldn’t know it from just looking at him. He’s such a happy and outgoing ten-year-old—interested, kind, and active. I love him to pieces and am so damn happy the meds are working that well.
“Of course, go enjoy your birthday, guys,” Tally wiggles her eyebrows. I shoot her a glare and nudge her foot under the table in response.
“You’re a fucking saint, Tal,” Saylor chimes in, jumping to his feet.
We all stand, and North makes his way over to Lio and Mr. Jones, telling them about the change of plans.
Lio grins brightly, and Mr. Jones smiles our way, waving.
When North comes back to us, we make our way out of Shannon’s.
The crisp evening air greets us as we head toward our house, Nash and Saylor grabbing one of my hands while Hunter and North take the lead.
The night is still young, and the thought of spending the rest of it as just the five of us fills me with excitement.
We have so much fun when we’re alone.
We get inside the house and lose our shoes and jackets on the coatrack before I walk into the kitchen, select a glass from the cupboard, fill it with water, and drink it all in one go. “Anyone else want water?” I ask when I turn, only to find four pairs of hungry eyes on me.
Fuck.
Saylor steps in front of me, taking the glass from my hand and setting it behind me on the counter. “No, thank you. But it’s good you stay hydrated.” He grins. “You’re gonna lose a lot of water with how wet I’m gonna make you.”
He’s such a dork, but I love it.
Saylor leans in to kiss me, his hand finding my sweater, breaking the kiss only to pull it over my head. When the sweater is gone, he kisses my neck while unclasping my bra and tugging it off me. Leaning back, his gaze intently searches my face.
He watches me catching my breath, my chest rising and falling rapidly. His eyes then drift to the golden necklace around my neck, his necklace, which he insisted I keep.
I reach out to tug his hoodie over his head, swiftly followed by his shirt. Underneath, I find his new golden necklace, which he bought himself. It’s identical to the one I wear, but on the back, engraved in delicate script, is my name and birthdate.
“I love you,” Saylor whispers, leaning in to kiss me, opening my jeans while he’s at it. I smile against his lips, my hands fumbling with the zipper of his jeans.
Stepping out of them, we stand naked in front of each other, Saylor once more kissing me, his hand sliding between us, finding my pussy and stroking it.
“We don’t wanna see your hairy ass, Say,” Nash comments from behind Saylor, and he chuckles into my mouth before he lets go, stepping around me. With my back against Saylor’s chest—his hard-on pressing into my ass—North, Hunter, and Nash now have a view of my naked body.
They’re all already naked too. Nash is stroking his cock while licking his lips, Hunter’s eyes are burning my skin with their intensity, and I can almost hear what North is thinking about doing to me.
Saylor kisses my neck, his hand finding my pussy again, stroking up and down my slit until his fingers glide deeper, making me shudder and gasp.
“She’s already so wet for us, brothers,” Saylor announces, nibbling on my throat.
I move my hips, wanting him to shift his fingers to where I need them, but he simply chuckles, gliding up and down through my wetness, making me squirm even more.
“Behave for us, baby,” North commands, and my hips go still. “Good girl.”
“Yes, such a good girl,” Saylor whispers in my ear when he slides a finger into me, making me moan. “Can you take another one?” he asks huskily, and I nod.
“Please,” I whimper.
He finger fucks me, slow and steady, and my legs tremble with need.
“I think she needs it faster. What do you think, Hunt?” Saylor asks, and Hunter growls.
“Stop playing, Saylor, or I’ll come over there and do it myself.”
“Agreed,” North comments.
“Oh, they’re all so needy for you, but my fingers are the ones that are deep inside you right now. Say it, Slo… say my name,” Saylor whispers in my ear, pushing his fingers deep, making me moan his name. “That’s it.”
He fingers me hard now, his thumb on my clit, and my legs tremble while my hands grab his forearm to keep myself upright, whimpering and gasping. But every time I’m close, Saylor slows down again, denying me what I need.
North has had it and steps up to us, pulling me out of Saylor’s grasp, his fingers gliding out of me. North sets me on the kitchen table and steps between my legs, which open automatically for him.
“I’ll give you what you need, baby,” he growls out, and I pull his head down to me so I can kiss him. His lips are like a drug, numbing my thinking brain.
But I fucking crave more.
All I can think of is the feel of his tongue stroking mine and his hands on my ass, kneading me like he wants to take a bite.
He breaks the kiss and sinks to his knees in front of me, and the sight is heady, even after all these years.
North Jones is on his knees for me.
He lifts my legs over his shoulders and attacks my pussy the same way he’s always treats me, firmly but gently.
The feel of his tongue parting my lips and dipping inside is like nothing else, purely North.
He licks and sucks every part of my pussy, his arms holding me so still I can’t move, even when my legs start to tremble and I have to lean back on the table.
When his tongue circles my clit, a gasp rips out of me, and I squirm under his touch, my fingers gripping the table. My body is overstimulated, but he keeps going until I gush all over his face.
Fuck.
I have to keep my head raised so it doesn’t dangle off the edge, watching North as he stands, using the back of his hand to get rid of the wetness coating his face.
“Lay your head back for me,” Saylor commands, the palm of his hand on the back of my head.
I look up at him and watch him bite his lip. I can’t say no to anything he wants, so I lay my head back, my mouth aligning with his cock.
He grips himself and lets the head of his cock, which is already leaking pre-cum, glide over my slightly open lips.
“Open for me, Boo, let me fuck this pretty face.” He strokes my cheek with his thumb, and I do as I’m told, opening my mouth for him and pushing out my tongue.
He slides inside with small thrusts, gently getting farther every time he enters, and I try to control my breathing, try to relax my throat to take him deeper.
“Attagirl. Fuck, that’s so hot,” Nash praises from my other side, his hands on my thighs, pushing them apart, and shortly after a cock enters my pussy.
I moan around Saylor’s cock, and when Nash’s calloused hands reach up to squeeze my tits and play with my nipples while he thrusts into me in tandem with Saylor, I’m in fucking heaven.
“Relax your throat, Slo,” Saylor commands, panting, and I try to return to the relaxed state from before, but it’s difficult while being fucked from two directions, my body thrumming on the edge.
My clit is being rubbed at the same time, pushing me closer to the edge.
There are even more hands on me now, and I’ve no idea who is who because I can’t look while still being choked by Saylor’s cock.
I force myself to relax, to swallow around him, and Saylor groans when he slides so deep inside my throat that my chin hits his pelvis.
“Holy fucking shit,” he curses and starts to thrust faster while I breathe through my nose, tears filling my eyes, saliva building and dripping out of the corners of my mouth.
North’s hand comes to my throat, holding it, stroking my pulse point.
“Good fucking girl.”
Saylor pulls out of me, leaving me spluttering and panting, at the same time Nash pulls out. Nash tugs me up to sit, and Hunter throws him a kitchen towel to clean up my face.
“You did amazing, pretty girl. That tight little pussy almost made me lose my mind,” he tells me, stroking my cheek.