Epilogue
Rhea
The wind feels chilly on my sunburnt skin as I raise my eyebrows to Ash. “Come on, just do it. You promised.”
He huffs, but the little half smile he tries to hide from me makes my heart sing. He can deny it all he wants. The days we flip things around and they get to be my slaves are some of his favorites.
Today happens to be one of those days. It’s only the third time in the last year and a half that I’ve gotten them to agree to it, but each one is better than the last. The first time, they took turns eating me out until I was twitching and half dead. The second, they rubbed my back and played with my hair while we watched a marathon of my favorite movies. But today? Today I convinced them to do it out in public, which is why I’m not-so-patiently waiting for Captain Broody to spoon feed me my hot fudge sundae.
“Asher,” I warn playfully. “You. Promised.”
“As you command, my lady.” His tone only has a hint of mocking to it, much less than the last time he slaved for me, and as he braces his elbows on the table and leans in with the spoon, I take my time opening my mouth. My hesitation gives him an opportunity to tap my nose with the ice cream, a shrug and an “oops” all he offers before feeding me like I’ve asked.
His smile only grows when Manson chuckles at us and leans in to lick me clean.
“Dork,” I laugh, kissing Manson hard as I slip my foot between Asher’s thighs. “People are staring, you know.”
“I don’t care,” Manson whispers, kissing me again. “What do you want me to do for you, baby? Name it and it’s yours.”
Ash slips another bite between our mouths, sending heat straight through me as we both lick the spoon clean.
Yeah, this is a family establishment, blah blah blah. People need to suck it up and realize there’s more than one kind of family.
“You, my love, get to give Cheese a bath when we get home.”
Our Yorkie is a little shit just like we are, but she’s a good girl. She also hates Manson with a passion — but I think it’s just because they haven’t spent enough time together yet.
“Damnit,” he breathes, but the soft expression he’s wearing tells me he isn’t all that upset about it. “She hates me.”
“She loves me,” Ash teases, taking a slow bite for himself to hide his grin.
He’s not wrong. Manson was the one that wanted her, and yet it’s Asher’s legs she chooses when we’re all lounging on the couch.
Spoiled girl. Takes after her mother.
“If it helps, I’m willing to reward you for it. Both of you, actually. I think you’ll be alright.”
Manson perks up happily, but Asher simply leans into my foot more with a narrowed gaze. “Reward, hmm? What kind?”
He isn’t in control here. I am. It’s just... a little hard to remember that sometimes when he’s looking at me like that.
I’ll never get used to it.
“You’ll see. It’s not appropriate for me to say out loud here.”
Something tells me the people in the booth next to us might be okay with three people being gross together, but not if I start talking about them fucking me in the ass at the same time. It’s the one thing we haven’t tried yet, the one thing I’ve been terrified of.
Somehow, I swear Asher reads it on my face.
His grin matches Manson’s, and the way he shovels a bite much too big into my mouth confirms it. “Eat up, my lady. We still have a bookstore to go to, and I may not last that long.”
“You will. You’re a good boy, Ash.”
The look Ash shoots at Manson makes both of us laugh.
God, there’s been so much laughter lately. None of us are perfect — we fight and get snippy and make mistakes, it’s not all good times and better sex — but learning to just talk to each other has changed everything. Looking back, all the miscommunication seems stupid, but I get it. We were all trying to protect ourselves. We were all broken, traumatized in our own ways. It’s so hard to let yourself be vulnerable. Almost impossible to let anyone in. So, we skirted around the truth, outright lied, did whatever we had to in the name of protecting ourselves.
And then we realized we didn’t have to. I’m safe with them, they’re safe with me.
Even the scar Asher once gifted me is invisible now, covered up by a stunning tattoo of the night sky. If I look close enough or touch it, the ridges and bumps of the scar are still there... but the ugliness is gone.
And that’s us, too.
We’ll always be a little rough, a little callus. But we’re beautiful now, together.
“Come on. I miss Cheese already, let’s take the rest of this to go,” I urge. “We’ll order books online.”
“That’s my girl,” Ash praises, shoving a bite into Manson’s mouth roughly before standing up. “Little shit better not be on my pillow again.”
I’m absolutely sure she will be, so I act like I can’t hear him as we head back to the house. I’m impressed Asher no longer needs a GPS to get around even though it’s only been a couple of months. I think I’ll need one forever. Saint City was laid out so simply, but this town is like a giant maze with back roads and so many trees, it’s like a forest.
But it’s home. Nobody knows us here. There’s no danger, no killing, no one looking at me like I’m the daughter of a killer.
Just... peace.
Peace that almost immediately ends the second we get into the house.
I shouldn’t have teased them about a reward.
Cheese runs out of the bedroom to find both of them tugging at my clothes, and if it wasn’t for the bark she tosses their way, I don’t think they would have even noticed. “Shh. Not now, Nacho.”
Asher’s been calling her that since I told him I picked the name Cheese because she was “mine, na-chos” but I have to admit it’s a better nickname than the one Manson gave her.
“I think Yappy needs to pee. Let her out.”
“ You let her out,” Ash argues, teeth finding the thin skin on my neck, making my eyes flutter.
“Wait, wait. Go take care of the baby, I’ll take care of my ass.”
They both growl, their fingers digging into me like it pains them to let me go, but ultimately they step aside to do as told. “We’ll meet you in the room. Take your time.”
Asher tugs Manson by the hand and as I walk away I see them springing into action, taking care of our dog like she really is our baby, and blocking off the hallway so she can’t cry at the door.
It makes me smile even as my stomach squirms with nervous butterflies.
I can’t believe I’m about to let them do this.
Racing to the bathroom, I spend almost twenty minutes with an enema, numbing lube, and the biggest plug we’ve got. It still doesn’t feel like enough when I hear those fuckers pacing outside the bathroom door.
They really want this.
“Just a few more minutes,” I lie. “You’ll be alright.”
The door flies open a second later, proving me wrong in the best of ways. “No we won’t be,” Manson rushes out, their huge bodies getting stuck in the doorframe when they try to rush toward me at the same time.
That’s about to be my ass. Holy shit.
God, that better not turn out to be a pun.
“I said wa—”
Manson manages to bodily move Asher back just enough to squeeze in, grinning in triumph when Asher cusses at him. “Now what do we have here?”
He looks at the bottle of lube and then back at me, reading the label.
“It’ll help make it easier for me,” I mumble, fucking loving the predatory look in his eyes. “It just numbs me a little.”
“Does it?”
Ash shoves him aside slightly to see for himself. “She wants us both there. Need a little help with that? Our fingers are thicker than yours.”
I relax a little, grateful they’re not going to insist I feel it all. I think I’ll be feeling plenty. “Sure. Get it deep, big brother.”
“I got you,” he growls, moving behind me to bend me over the vanity so I can see them both in the mirror. When his fingers slowly slide inside of me, Manson reaches out to help me spread.
“Deeper,” Manson growls. “We still have regular lube right?”
“Yeah, in the room. We’ll be using that on our cocks, but this will help her save the tears for a while. She’ll still be crying before we’re done.”
Fuck. My clit throbs as Manson tugs my hair back and Asher shoves his fingers deeper. “Oh you think? I don’t think I’ll cry.”
Yes, that’s a challenge. Yes, I’ll probably regret it.
Both of them release a sultry chuckle and one look between them has them on exactly the same page, Manson’s fingers joining his inside me a second later.
God damn, I didn’t use enough lube. My knee jerks forward, slapping the side of the vanity. “Oh god. Can I change my mind?”
“Nope. We’re to do as told today, and you’ve already told us what you needed,” Ash croons. “No backing out now.”
“Not a chance. Let’s take her to the room.”
Now that we all sleep in the same bed the other rooms have different uses, one is my office with a similar ceiling to the last, and the other... has a “No Cheese Allowed” sign on the door. Everything inside of it is for sex.
At least none of us have food related kinks.
I’m still a ball of nerves as they shut the door behind us and lock me in. They’re right, I can’t back out — but not because of some arbitrary crap. Because I fucking want it.
Manson kisses me deeply as Asher disappears into a drawer, and when he comes back with a huge dildo I feel my ass clench at the sight. “Still not as big as us, but it’ll help. Get in Manson’s lap.”
Oh hell.
I stare at it a moment longer before scrambling into Manson’s arms, desperate for a little reassurance.
“I got you,” he whispers, his lips finding mine as he reaches around to spread my ass again, and when Asher presses the head of that monstrosity against my hole I nearly bite his tongue off.
Yeah, maybe I can’t handle this. They’ve convinced me I can handle anything, but this? Nope.
By the time I’m open enough, I feel Ash stroking Manson’s cock, lubing him up so he can slide right inside of me after that dildo leaves. Feeling one of my men filling me helps.
This I can handle. I kiss Manson fiercely, tangling my hand in his hair as I try to relax. But the thought of what’s coming... it’s hard to breathe.
“Ass is still so tight, Rhea,” he mumbles into my mouth. “There’s no way Ash fits.”
“Bet,” he responds, much closer to my ear than I expected, and when I feel him position himself on the bed behind me I suddenly can’t breathe at all. “We’ve got you, baby.”
He inhales deeply like he expects me to copy, but I’m shaking like a fucking leaf.
So much for being brave.
“Hey,” Manson says softly, running his fingertips up and down my arms. “You’re okay. We’re not gonna hurt you, pet. You can take it.”
I reach back to squeeze Asher’s left wrist just trying to get some contact with him as I finally get myself to calm down. He’s right. I can take it. I was made to take them both.
“Go ahead, big brother. Ruin me.”
“One word and it all stops,” is all he says, before slipping inside of me painfully slow.
Spooky.
It’s a word I’ve only needed twice since we set our ground rules, and they obeyed it instantly both times. I know they’ll listen if I need to stop, but... fuck, this feels unreal. My body twitches with the intrusion as every instinct I have screams to stand up, run away, do anything but sit here and take it.
It just makes me push down harder.
“Good girl,” Ash praises breathlessly, Manson’s hand reaching out to massage my breasts and keep me grounded.
“Doing so well, Rhea. Keep breathing. Scream all you need.”
I don’t think I need to until I realize Asher isn’t even halfway in yet. When I finally feel all of him and they start to move, it rips a scream from my chest that feels like it’s been building for a while.
It’s too much. Too, too fucking much.
“Fuck.” Fingers dig into my hips to keep me still, but I can feel every inch of them both, and when Manson’s cock throbs in anticipation I nearly black out.
That numbing lube didn’t stand a chance.
“Go ahead,” Asher whispers, licking my ear as he reaches between my thighs to tap my clit. “Cry for us, pet. Let it out.”
It’s building, I can feel it — but screaming is one thing. Crying.... is another entirely.
“Pinch it,” he commands, moaning when Asher does as told. “That’s our girl. She can take it. Fuck her harder.”
The second Asher obliges he begins pinching the hell out of both of my nipples, sending such a shock through me it rivals my collar.
My eyes water whether I want them to or not, and it’s so fucking overwhelming that I don’t bother trying to stop it.
Manson licks up my tears, holding out his tongue so Asher can have a taste, and as they make out next to my face it feels like they’re both completely sheathed inside of me.
Fine. They can make me cry, but I can make them come.
Burying my face in his neck, I hide a grin as I clench my ass and start to move up and down. Every movement feels like the one that’ll kill me, but when they start making those low, deep noises that drive me wild, I find the strength to keep going. “I’m so full,” I mewl, knowing my words will get them to lose all control, and that next brutal thrust of Asher’s hips proves it.
“You were made for us, pet. All of you.”
I can’t do anything but take it now. It feels so good it hurts, it hurts so much I’m in heaven — I don’t know what to do. I can’t think, can’t speak until I hear Asher panting and feel his hips begin to lose their rhythm. “N-no,” he grunts. “Gonna fuck-ing come!”
The whimper he releases as he buries himself to come travels up my spine, and Manson immediately begins thrusting up to follow him. “You feel it, baby? Ash came so much — fuck!”
Feeling both of their cocks throb inside of my ass is surreal. I’ve had them both inside of me more times than I can count, but not like this. This, I was terrified of.
But that’s why I wanted to do it. With them, I don’t need to be scared. They went from the cause of my nightmares to the ones who chase them away, the ones who remind me every second I’m alive that I’m strong.
What better way to have them serve me than to help me prove it again?
“You’re so strong, Rhea. Love you so fucking much,” Ash breaths against my neck, his hand gripping my throat as he catches me in a slow, heated kiss that brings me back down to earth.
“I love you too,” I whisper, bracing myself for how much worse I’m going to feel when they pull out. “I love you both.”
And I do, to the depths of me. The changes in them, in us, since I decided to come back home are immeasurable. And every day, things get a little sweeter.
Manson lets his soft side out daily instead of just when Asher isn’t looking. And Ash? He’s become everything I’ve always craved and more. A protector, a friend, and one of the two loves of my life.
So yeah, I love them both. And as they wrap their arms around me to keep me warm and safe, I know they love me too.
We made it.