EPILOGUE #2
“What happened, Everly?”
Her watery gaze slid to my face. “He just attacked me. He thought I was her.”
“He thought you were Heaven?”
“Yes.”
“Who thought that?” Isaac asked, his tone still rough, but slightly less edgy.
She shrugged.
“Does Heaven know him?” I inquired.
Everly shook her head, the answer only adding to my confusion.
Keeping my voice soft, nonthreatening, I decided to dig deeper. “Did he attack you?”
Everly nodded, more tears surfacing.
“Where were you?”
“At home. I was in the kitchen, had my earbuds in. Didn’t hear him come in.” Her words came in a rush, her breath far too quick.
“You’re safe now,” I assured her, placing my hand on her wrist. “Everly. You’re safe.”
She nodded, but I could tell she didn’t believe it was true.
“He came up behind me. Covered my mouth and dragged me out of the kitchen.” Her tone was bordering on hysterical.
“Threw me on the floor. When I tried to fight him off, he punched me.” Her fingers brushed her swollen eye.
“I kicked and screamed.” She dragged in deep gulps of air.
“Heaven came home. He ran. Must’ve been scared. ”
I doubted that, but I kept the thought to myself.
“Why do you think he thought you were Heaven?”
“Because he said it when he was dragging me. Kept saying, ‘I’ve got you now, sweet Heaven. You’re not my first choice, but you’ll do.’”
I peered up at Isaac. The look on his face was fierce, as though he was ready to kill someone with his bare hands.
“Do you want me to call the police?” I asked as I stood.
“No.” Her eyes were pleading when she pinned them on me. “Please don’t. It’ll only make it worse.”
I frowned, but before I could say anything more, Isaac’s hand settled on my shoulder. It was big, firm, but strangely gentle.
“May I have a few minutes with her?”
I looked at him, back to Everly. She nodded, reading the silent question in my eyes.
“Okay. There’s a bathroom in the hall. I’ll be downstairs if you need me.”
“Thank you.”
I gave one last lingering look at Isaac, but he merely nodded.
When I stepped out of the room, closing the door behind me, Edge and Cav were waiting, matching concerned expressions on their faces.
“She’s gonna be fine,” I explained. “From what I can tell, Heaven showed up, thwarted whatever disgusting plans he had. Aside from the bruise on her face and some on her wrists, it doesn’t appear he did any other damage.”
“Isaac with her?” Cav asked.
Yeah. Only then did I remember the scene at the club. The one with Ian, Isaac, and Everly. She knew him, and since they’d had interactions at the club, it was likely she trusted him.
“Come on,” Edge said. “Let’s go back downstairs.”
We returned to the party to find everyone milling about in the living room. Zeke was the first to come over, asking for a status. I explained to him the same thing I’d told Cav and Edge. He appeared relieved.
“I’ve got a surprise for you,” Zeke said, taking my hand and leading me toward the others.
“A surprise?”
Cav and Edge remained directly behind me as Zeke drew everyone’s attention toward him.
“You’re all aware of why I invited you here tonight.”
I glanced at the faces. I recognized all of the trainers from the submissive training class, a few submissives that had been there, as well as quite a few people I didn’t know.
Zeke turned toward me. “These people have all decided to give you direct access to their psyche.”
I laughed at the way he said that. “Is that right?”
“Yes.” He grinned. “It was Cav’s idea, actually. But Edge and I ran with it, and these people have agreed to let you interview them, observe, whatever you need for your report. For as long as you need them.”
“Under one condition,” Edge said, placing his hands over my shoulders.
I looked back at him, lifting my eyebrows in question.
“No names are to be used.”
“Of course not,” I agreed, turning to face them, unable to hide my grin. “Thank you. Seriously.”
“Looking forward to it,” someone said.
“Me, too. I’ve never been interviewed before.”
I laughed, feeling lighter despite the events of the past few minutes.
“She’s all right,” someone said.
I jerked my attention toward the voice, my attention landing on Ian. “We’ll take care of her.”
Something in his gaze said he wasn’t making empty promises, either.
I nodded.
“Can we have cake now?” Ransom called out from the back of the room. “That’s the only reason I’m here.”
“Yes,” Edge said. “Let’s have cake.”
CAV
“She’s all right,” I told Edge when I came to the bedroom to find Jamie snuggled up, sound asleep beside him. “I just got off the phone with Isaac.”
“They’ve got a thing for her,” he noted, his voice low.
“I’d say so. Ian and Isaac are with Everly and Heaven, plus whoever their other roommate is. Dante something or other. They’re safe, so that’s a good thing.”
Then again, safe was a relative word. They were safe from harm, I knew. Ian and Isaac wouldn’t hurt them, but they might have something else in store.
“Dante?” Edge frowned, set his book on the nightstand.
“Isaac didn’t explain it, just said it all seemed to be aimed at him.”
“Hmm.”
I felt the warmth of Edge’s gaze sliding over me as I pulled off my shirt.
“What?” I asked as I unbuttoned my jeans.
“I’m not allowed to observe?” Edge asked.
“Is that what you’re doin’?” Keeping my boxer briefs on, I stepped out of my jeans.
He motioned for me to come over to the other side of the bed. He patted the mattress beside him.
Unable to resist, I slid in, relaxing on the pillow as he told the Google Assistant to turn off the lights.
“I’ve been waiting for you,” he whispered, leaning over me.
“Yeah?”
Warm hands slid over my chest, my ribs, moving lower as his mouth hovered just out of reach.
“I’m here now,” I told him as his fingers slipped under the waistband of my underwear.
“I know.”
“What are you gonna do about it?”
He leaned over, his mouth close to my ear. His voice was a warm whisper over my senses. “I thought I’d start by taking you in my mouth.”
I hummed my approval.
“End by sliding deep into the heaven of your body.”
My ass clenched with anticipation.
“Or maybe I’ll let you suck my cock, then you can fuck me.” He lifted his head, met my stare. “Your choice.”
“We’re gonna wake her up,” I told him.
“She won’t mind. She likes to watch.”
That she did. On more than one occasion, Jamie had told us—sometimes in explicit detail—how much she enjoyed seeing the two of us together.
“So what’s it gonna be?” he asked.
“Straddle my head,” I told him.
Edge smiled, tossed the blankets aside, before getting into position. It took a little shifting, but he managed to get to his knees, move into position, his hand guiding his cock into my mouth.
I watched him as I sucked him deep. In this position, he had all the control, and he took advantage of that. I was at his mercy, blessedly so. As he fucked my throat, I kept my eyes on him, hollowing my cheeks, sucking, licking, loving the way his bright eyes glazed over.
Edge wasn’t a quick lover, and I knew that when I’d made the choice. Long minutes passed as he used my mouth and my throat for his own pleasure.
“I’m gonna come down your throat,” he hissed. “You ready for me?”
I nodded as much as I could, sucking furiously as his dick pulsed and throbbed. He came on a muted roar, his head tipping back.
When he crumbled on top of me, his mouth settling over mine, I took advantage of the moment. Making out with Edge wasn’t a frequent occurrence. Not for me and him. Jamie was quite fond of it, though. And while I loved my time with her and the two of them together, I enjoyed this time just as much.
Slicking my fingers with saliva, I reached around, teased Edge’s asshole. “I want to be inside you.”
He ground his cock against my thigh, his tongue thrusting into my mouth.
Edge allowing me to fuck him also wasn’t a frequent occurrence. However, there were times I knew he needed to give himself over to me. And like every other time, I took my time with him. Teasing, tormenting, preparing him to take my cock.
By the time he was panting and moaning, I was lubed up and sliding into the warm heaven of his body.
“Christ,” I muttered, nipping his shoulder. “I love being inside you.”
Edge groaned.
“So tight, so hot.” I nipped his earlobe.
A soft moan sounded from beside me, and I glanced over to see Jamie watching us, her eyes hooded.
Edge turned his head to face her, his hand reaching for hers.
Her eyes remained on me as I gripped Edge’s hips, drove myself into him. Hard, deep. I took my time, relishing every blistering-hot second.
The blankets moved, catching my attention.
“Ah, hell, cupcake,” I moaned. “You’re killin’ me.”
Her fingers were V’d, holding her pussy open for my hungry gaze as she teased her clit.
I continued to fuck Edge, holding his hips firmly, driving forward, retreating as I watched the woman I loved play with herself. The familiar hum of a vibrator sounded, and she smiled.
“Make yourself come,” I insisted.
Edge growled, pushed back against me as though urging me to continue.
I did. The erotic sensations intensified inside me, a frenzy of lust bubbling in my veins as I fucked him hard and fast, chasing my release while Jamie brought herself to orgasm beside us.
When I came, I slammed into Edge, sucking in air, trying to fill my lungs. I laughed when Edge bucked me off him as he mounted Jamie.
“Oh, God,” she cried out when he drove into her.
As I caught my breath, I watched them both unravel together. And when Jamie reached over, twined her fingers with mine as they came together, I felt the world shift…
Just as it always did.
They owned me. I’d given them my heart, my body, and my soul.
And they’d given me theirs in return.