25. Dom
CHAPTER 25
dom
The four of us lay in my king-size bed with Emma snuggled in the middle, her naked body rising and falling with each of her labored breaths.
“She’s different,” Cruz whispers.
I meet his eyes over her sleeping form. “I know.”
“She can easily become an addiction, Dom. You need to tell us now if she’s off-limits after this weekend. I already want more of her. And not just sex. I want to talk to her. I want to know every part of her. This connection . . .”
The words that I know are difficult for him to express trail off. I give it a moment of pause, glad everyone is on the same page and finally being open about what we all want. Nothing about this weekend was just sex like when the three of us have shared in the past. We all feel the connection. There is something deeper, and fuck if that doesn’t make me feel good. This is what I wanted, hoped for. I knew she was perfect for us.
She fits in so easily with the three of us. I think about how comfortable Emma is with both of them, how she had zero hesitation, only eagerness. But the connection she has with each of us is very different and seems to complement everything she needs. Cruz, Aidan, and I, together, make up the perfect man for her. And fuck if it wasn’t some of the best fucking sex I’ve ever had. I couldn’t deny any of them even if I wanted to. And I know that I don’t want to. That was my plan all along. She will tie us together forever.
“If she was going to be off-limits after all of this, I wouldn’t have let this weekend happen. This is what I want.”
“Good. Because I couldn’t give her up, Dom. Not after wanting her for so long, not after having her,” Aidan admits, and I nod my head in agreement.
“Do you all mean that?” Her voice is raspy and hoarse from a mixture of screaming and sleep.
Knowing I’m the one that should talk, I speak up. “Is that what you want, moya lyubov’ ? You get a choice in this.”
Her pretty eyes dart between the three of us, and I know her answer without needing to hear it. I lean down and place a chaste kiss to her lips, pulling back and smiling down at her.
“Such a sweet girl. I love you.”
Pulling the little black box from behind me, I hold it in front of her. I wanted to give this to her on Valentine’s Day, but I wanted to make sure she would accept all of us first.
Opening the box slowly, she blinks at the necklace staring back at her. A simple gold chain lays against the dark velvet fabric of the box, four tiny hearts stacked in a line up one side. The bottom one holds a tiny pink diamond, the other three each holding a black onyx.
“Dominik. This is gorgeous.”
Yeah. We’ll make this work.