Epilogue One
Hayes
Three Months Later…
“Thanks for all your help, Ben. I appreciate it.” I extend my hand and he takes it, giving it a cursory shake before heading back out my office door.
Ben’s been my lawyer for a long time and has put up with a lot of my shit, which included chasing me down to sign divorce papers that it just so turns out I didn’t actually want to sign.
And then I did anyway. Then there was the fucking land contract that lingered out in the ether for so long because I couldn’t get my head on straight.
I damn near forgot about it, if we’re being honest. And that’s not like me.
I don’t forget shit and I always take care of business.
But that was old Hayes.
Today’s meeting with my lawyer wasn’t for a divorce or a fucking land contract. It wasn’t even for new Hayes. It was for my girls. It took a minute for the papers to be drawn up, but everything had to be perfect, or it wouldn’t work.
They don’t know yet, but I did an overhaul on my will, so they both get everything if anything were to happen to me.
Since I can’t legally marry two people, I don’t want my shit stain of a father or anyone attached to him to even think about staking any type of claim on Gravity or anything of mine, just because he’s blood.
I needed Ben to make sure it was iron clad and sure enough, he came through for me. He always does.
I just need them to always be protected. No matter what.
His timing couldn’t be better, either, seeing as I plan on proposing to them tonight. Legal or not, I want to call them both My wives. And I want to do it in front of everyone we know.
I just have one more thing I need to take care of before I ask them.
As if on cue, my office door springs open and Raegan, followed by Demi, walks through. Fuck, they’re easily the most beautiful women I’ve ever fucking laid eyes on.
“I have something to tell you both,” Raegan spits out.
“Wait, can I go first?” Demi cuts in, her eyes wide with frantic energy.
I stand from my desk, rounding the corner to lean against the edge, grabbing it with both hands as I cross my legs. “No. Whatever it is, it’ll have to wait. I’ll be going first, but first…” I straighten and lead them back to the door they just came through. “We have some business to attend to.”
Raegan
Of all the things I could have imagined when Hayes said we had business to attend to, the last place I expected him to lead us, was to the still taped off section of the bar that encloses the very table that I ate Demetria out on before she ran away.
Yet here we fucking are.
I still can’t believe he did this. And by this… I mean, the entire booth and table is barricaded and labeled as being under construction. We’re talking tape, signage, bright ass cones… you name it, he put it up. It’s a goddamn eyesore.
He’s a fucking crazy person.
“I don’t understand,” Demetria whispers in my direction.
“I’m not sure I do, either.” The bar and club opened over an hour ago and business is in full swing. There are people everywhere.
Hayes stopped at the bar to talk to Jake and sent us over here to wait for him.
I release a slow breath, tempted to turn around and go back to the comfort of his office to wait for whatever this is, when he finally makes his way over to join us.
He doesn’t speak. Instead, he begins to move everything out of the way, like he’s finally putting everything back to normal.
“Glad to see you finally came to your senses,” I tell him, crossing my arms as I watch him maneuver about the space. “This entire thing was a bit too neanderthal, if you ask me.”
He doesn’t even pause to look at me when he responds, “It’s a good thing I didn’t ask you then, isn’t it Angel?”
Goddamnit. He knows what it does to me when he calls me that. Especially when he uses that slightly lower, smooth as silk tambor of his voice. I can already feel my nipples hardening at the sound of it. And damn if my pussy didn’t just clench a little, too.
“He’s got you there,” Demetria interjects, unhelpfully. I shoot her a look that should surely confirm she’ll pay for that.
“I’m just fucking with you,” she chuckles softly. That’s what I thought.
“Alright, it’s time for you both to show me.”
My brows lift in confusion as I regard him standing there–so fucking smug–with his arms crossed like we should know what the fuck he wants from us.
It’s Demetria who speaks up first. “What exactly is it time for–exactly?”
He steps toward us, closing the distance with two strides.
His eyes are lust-filled, with pupils the size of saucers as he takes us both in.
I can’t help the blush that creeps over me at his attention.
Demetria and I are both dressed fairly casually, but with Hayes it doesn’t matter.
He’s always looking at us like it’s the first time and he wants to devour us.
Which I wouldn’t mind right now. My libido is considerably more amped than usual lately.
“You’re both going to use that table and show me what I missed when you came here without me.
” It’s Demetria’s turn to blush, seeing as the incident in question, is the time I devoured her perfect pussy on that very table.
Easily one of the hottest moments in my life.
“You can switch places if you want, but one of you will be providing an orgasm to the other with her mouth. Dealer’s choice.
” The grin plastered on his face right now sends goosebumps erupting along every surface of my body and I can’t stop the shutter that racks my body as he stares.
“Hayes–” Demetria starts to protest, but is immediately interrupted.
“Nope. You’re both to address me as Sir.
” How words aren’t a suggestion, but a demand not meant to be questioned.
Demetria always calls him Sir during anything intimate, but to this day, he’s never required it of me and seeing as I’m capable of fitting into either role, I never bothered to consider it beyond thinking he just didn’t want that from me. I guess I was wrong.
“Sir,” Demetria clears her throat. “There are a lot of people here already. Surely, you don’t mean for this to happen right now.”
“I won’t ask again.”
“Fuck, I think he’s serious,” I tell her calmly. “Let’s give him a show.”
She offers a curt nod in response, then asks, “I’d like to go down on you this time, though. If you’re okay with that.”
Holy shit. “Okay.” It’s the only response I can formulate in my brain. It’s nothing we haven’t done before, but today… for some reason, I want it more than I usually do.
I look back at Hayes and he nods, but when I take a step toward the table, he speaks up, somehow having closed the gap between us and caging both Demetria and I between his arms as his hands grab the edge of the table.
“Naked,” he mutters in our ears. “I want everyone in this place to see who you both belong to. Pretend I’m the only one watching.
No one else fucking matters, anyway. Use your safewords–if you need them. ”
My pussy clenches again at his words. Demetria moans in my other ear. Jesus. We’re both so easy. He hardly has to work for it. I bet if I reached between her legs right now, she’d be just as slick as I am.
“Now, let’s go,” he demands.
Demetria and I make rapid work of disrobing, leaving our clothes in a pile on the floor.
I can already sense more eyes on us. I’m not surprised and I have no doubt there will be more.
It’s rare for anything to happen in the bar.
It’s not like it’s necessary when you have an entire club full of kinks and debauchery right through that big door over there.
Once I’m in position on the table, my back against the cold material and my feet resting at the edge, I willingly spread my knees for her. She isn’t all that capable of giving much direction in these situations. I’ll make it easy on her–this time.
“Fuck,” Hayes exclaims over her shoulder, his eyes locked on my glistening cunt.
My hand snakes down my abdomen and until I get to my pussy, cupping and squeezing the sensitive flesh gently before taking my index and middle fingers and using them to spread myself open for her.
Like the perfect girl she is, she wastes no time diving in and encasing my already throbbing clit with her mouth, flicking it occasionally with her soft tongue. My legs jerk involuntarily at the sensation. How is it possible for someone to hit the exact right spot so fucking fast?
She inhales deeply before pulling off my favorite spot and muttering, “You smell and taste so fucking good. Have I ever told you that? I think I could live between your legs forever and I’d die a happy woman.”
Okay, Hayes has been helping her with the dirty talk–clearly. “Shut the fuck up and get back to work,” I order, grabbing hold of her head and pushing her back to where I need her.
She continues to explore my sex with her mouth and tongue, her moans vibrating straight to my clit and threatening to send an orgasm rippling through me with every lick.
“Hands above your head,” Hayes commands.
My eyes are already closed, my body caught up in the pleasure my girl is providing.
I’m not sure where he came from or where exactly he is, but I don’t care, so I do as he says.
“That’s my good girl. Does our girl’s mouth feel good on that filthy, dripping cunt of yours, Angel? ”
“Yes, Sir,” I answer as I open my eyes to find him close enough so he can touch us both.
His hand finds the back of Demetria’s head and he pushes, causing her mouth to press deeper into me.
“That’s it, Babygirl. Tongue fuck your girlfriend’s cunt until she explodes and makes a mess of your beautiful face.”
Her tongue presses into my pussy, following his order so perfectly, thrusting quickly in and out. Her nose is pressed against my clit and I already feel that special tingle at the base of my spine that tells me I’m definitely about to come.