Epilogue
“Is there anything else you need me to do before I head out?” I ask. I’m trying not to sound too eager to leave, but I already have my hands behind my back, working to unfasten the canvas knot behind me. My fingers are moving a little too fast and they fumble against the apron ties for a second before they finally start to loosen.
Liz smiles and quirks a single, pierced eyebrow at me. “Please, like I could get you to stay.” She shakes her head and finishes wiping down the metal counter in front of her, throwing her rag over her shoulder. “No, go have fun this weekend. I’ll see you Monday.”
The bubble of excitement finally overtakes me, and I jump up and down, my cheeks already hurt from how hard I’m smiling. All day, every interaction, and every cup of coffee I’ve poured, has been tinged with giddy energy.
Ray tried to convince me not to come in today, whispering all kinds of promises against my shoulder as I wriggled out of bed. It almost worked, but I like coming into the shop. I like the responsibility, having something to contribute to the world, even if it’s just a cup of coffee for a groggy regular.
For the entire drive home, I don’t even try to contain my squeals of excitement. They find their way out of me between shrieked pop lyrics and completely ridiculous dancing at all three of the red lights I stop at.
I’m honestly not even sure what it is I’m excited for. After many, many failed attempts at figuring out what this weekend had in store, it became clear that all four of them have sworn themselves to utter secrecy. They even got Liz in on it.
I only found out something was happening in the first place because she took me off the work schedule. I thought it was a mistake and when I wouldn’t stop bugging her about it, she finally told me that Silas came in and asked her to keep me off the schedule. She also let me know she wouldn’t tell me anything else no matter how much I begged.
She’s the worst and I adore her.
I pull up to the house just as the sun is starting to set, and like always, I have to take a moment to soak it all in. The warm golden glow of the sky is making the house look like something pulled straight out of a dream.
And maybe it was.
Maybe the porch swing, and the lawn, and the big, wide-open windows were pulled directly from a dream I’ve had since I was young. A wish buried so deeply within myself, that I never truly let myself want it. Not until Dane asked me to design my perfect home.
The balmy breeze fills my car with the scent of the ocean and eucalyptus the second I open the door. I have so many favorites now, but this scent might be one of my favorite favorites, and I can’t help but take a greedy inhale.
When I walk up to the door, it’s quiet inside. So quiet I almost think the boys might not be home yet and I consider sitting on the bench swing and watching clouds drift by. Watching the way the colors change and shift as the sun sinks lower and lower behind the sea.
I hope I never get over it. The beauty of it. The normalcy.
Right as I make my decision to sit down, the door cracks open and Tucker pops his head out.
“Hey, Mads. How was work?” he asks as he shuts the door behind him. He’s smiling but his body is tense.
“It was good, Tuck. What’s going on?” I can feel the smile pulling at my lips, but I do my best to keep it in check. I don’t want him to know just how obvious he’s being, because it’s kind of cute. He’s never been able to play it cool in front of me, at least not since I knew him as Mark.
”Oh nothing, just thought I’d hang out with you out here for a minute.” He looks around like he’s trying to find something to talk about.
A heavy thud and a loud “Fuck!” come through the door and Tucker drops his head forward with an exasperated sigh.
“Okay, I’m going to go ahead and go inside now,” I say as I place a hand on his shoulder and move him aside.
I don’t know whether to laugh or gasp or even cry when I open the door and see what he was hiding. So I freeze.
Ray is sprawled on the floor next to a knocked over chair. Silas has both of his hands planted on the kitchen island, and there’s a pained look on his face as he tries to contain howling laughter. Dane stands between them, tearing through paper streamers that seem like they’ve fallen off the ceiling and tangled themselves around him.
“Surprise!” Tucker shouts as the three of them finally look up at me.
“What?” I burst out with laughter. “What is all this?”
It takes me a moment to sort through everything in front of me, it’s chaos. The room is filled with decorations, but there’s no clear theme to them. There’s a banner that says ‘Happy Birthday’ and one that says ‘Happy Anniversary’ and another that mentions something called a ‘Gotcha Day.’
I turn back to Tucker, ready to ask the question again but his embarrassed smile stops me in my tracks.
“We wanted to celebrate you, but there was some debate about how we would do it.” He rakes his finger through his curls. “We made the mistake of letting Ray be in charge of the decorations.”
“Hey!” Ray shouts while he jumps to his feet behind me. Before I can turn back to him, he wraps his arms around my waist and rests his chin on my shoulder. “I just wanted to make sure we covered all of our bases, Princess.”
He turns us around with a couple swaying, rocking steps and I see that Silas has pulled himself together, but his breathing is still a little unsteady with unreleased laughter.
“Happy birth-iversary, baby,” he says, sarcastically enough to convey how silly he thinks the combination is.
“But it’s not… I don’t-” I clamp my lips between my teeth to stop them from wobbling.
Dane drops the crumpled tangle of streamers on the floor and takes a step forward. “It’s been a year since we got you out of there.”
A year.
“But my birthday?”
“You said you felt like you were born again when we pulled you from that Tank.” Tucker’s voice is soft behind me. “And since you don’t feel connected to your actual birthday, I thought you might like a new one.”
Ray releases me and I take a step away, doing my best to see all of them at the same time. All four of the men who stole me away and changed my life. All of the men I love.
My thank you turns into tears and most of the night passes in a deliriously happy blur. There’s dinner, there’s cake, there’s even an attempt to put on a movie before Ray drags me away with Tucker and Silas following closely in our wake.
Ray picks me up and carries me to my bedroom, kissing me the whole time. “Fuck, I can’t wait to really celebrate you. I’ve been thinking about this all day,” he coos as he opens the door.
As soon as he sets me down everything speeds up. I tear my clothes off and the three of them follow suit. It’s a frenzy of kisses and touches, and it’s all moving too fast for my mind to keep up.
I’m being swept away by every sensation, and greedily chasing after more.
“We’re trying something new tonight.” Tucker’s voice has dropped into a huskier tone and my center flutters in response.
I drop my chin and look up at him through my lashes. “And what would that be?”
“Silas go lay down,” he commands before grabbing the back of my head and pulling me in for a kiss. I melt against him, fully entranced by the control he’s exerting. I don’t even notice he’s moving us until the back of my thighs hit the bed and he pushes me further onto it. “I want you to ride him, Mads.”
He pulls away from me and lets out a groan. When I open my eyes, I see Ray kissing Tucker’s shoulder and reaching around to fist his cock. They turn their attention fully on each other, so I take the time to crawl up the bed to Silas, planting kisses up his body the whole way. When I finally reach his face, he kisses me languidly before placing his hands on either side of my hips and lifting me on top of him.
I straddle his torso without breaking the kiss and I can feel him hard and eager beneath me. My core clenches around nothing in anticipation.
I don’t think I’m ever going to get tired of this.
I reach back and give him a tentative stroke, angling him toward my center. When I drag the tip of him along my opening, letting him feel how ready I am for him, his hands tighten on my hips and he groans.
An involuntary gasp leaves me as I sink down onto him, and I have to place my hands on his chest to pace myself through it.
We both let out a sigh when I finally settle onto him fully. The stretch is just as euphoric as it always is. Every inch of him fills me so perfectly and I roll my hips so I can feel every amazing angle of this fullness.
”Fuck,” Silas bites out when I start to ride him in earnest.
The bed shifts beneath us and a hand brushes the hair away from my neck. It’s only a second before I feel Tucker latch on. I let out a breathy moan, more than eager to have his marks on me again. With every bite and kiss and bounce I’m winding tighter, inching closer to the edge.
Tucker shifts beside me and I hear the click of a bottle opening. My ears perk up, but I don’t have time to think about it before Ray comes up on my other side and distracts me with a possessive, sweeping kiss. His hand wraps around my throat and my movements stutter. My thrusts become uneven as the orgasm threatens to crash around me when a hand splays against my back and pushes me forward.
Silas takes over, holding my hips in place while he thrusts upward and into me. My breath is coming in stuttering gasps and the hand on my back trails lower. It settles on my lower back, and a cool liquid pours out over me and slicks down the cleft of my ass. A finger traces down the trail before swirling around the ring of muscle and pressing in slowly.
I detonate.
Nothing exists except for the hands on me and the persistent, perfect thrusting that feels like it’s coming from everywhere at the same time.
They don’t let me rest, they don’t let me breathe and come down, and I love every second of it. Silas slows but the finger doesn’t stop, and before I know it another is added.
Ray pulls me more upright and takes me in for another kiss. “You ready, Princess?” he murmurs against my mouth.
“Fuck, yes. Anything, please.”
“We’re going to fill you, Mads,” Tucker says from behind me, punctuating his words by adding another finger and I gasp at the stretch. “You need to tell us if this is too much.”
“Tap my chest if you need to stop and everything will stop immediately.” Silas’ instruction is clear despite my mind swimming with endorphins. I can’t imagine ever wanting this to stop, ever wanting them to stop using me like this.
Tucker pulls his fingers out and before I can whine about the sudden loss of fullness, he centers himself behind me. In a steady, gentle movement, he pushes into me and stars spark in my vision.
This is heaven. This is terrible, perfect heaven.
I groan when I feel myself relax around him, and I feel Silas shudder beneath me.
Ray is still kneeling, stroking his cock and watching the show in front of him with a distinct hunger written all over his face. His eyes meet mine and his face lights up with a vicious smile. “One more.”
My mouth waters as the realization hits me.
All three.
All three at once.
He sees the excitement cross my face and he shifts closer, positioning himself so I can take him in my mouth.
I moan around his cock when all three pick up their pace, each of them wringing their own pleasure out of me in perfectly timed strokes.
I’m being pushed to my limits and right over the edge. I never want it to end.
Ray’s thrusts stutter first and I pull him deeper into my mouth welcoming every bit of him as he comes apart for me. He comes with a series of curses and a hand fisted into my hair. When he finishes, he backs away only enough to reach between me and Silas.
He brushes my clit and I shatter again. The orgasm comes so sharp and fast it catches me off guard. It feels like it’s tearing through me.
I don’t know who goes next, I’m too wrapped up in my own bliss, but Tucker and Silas lose themselves inside of me. They both groan as they spill into me.
My body collapses onto Silas’ chest and my bones feel like jelly. I wince slightly when Tucker pulls out of me and I use what little control I have left over my muscles to unseat myself from Silas.
My core is still twitching when Tucker plants a kiss on my shoulder and steps away. He returns a moment later and runs a warm wet cloth over me to clean me up in loving strokes before he settles back into bed next to Ray.
My heart feels so full and tears threaten to spring to my eyes when Silas rolls me to the side and nestles me between him and Ray.
This is so perfect, and this is just the start of our full, uninterrupted weekend together.
“Wait,” I say, as my thoughts start to come together. “Liz took me off the schedule for the full weekend. What are we doing?”
Silas combs his fingers through my hair and he plants a kiss on the top of my head. “Whatever you want.”
Ray ghosts his fingers up and down my thigh. “Hopefully more of that, Princess. Please want more of that.”
I giggle against Silas’ chest, but when I open my eyes, I see Dane standing just inside the threshold of my room, leaning against the wall. His heated eyes run over the length of my body before finally connecting with mine.
“Come on, Bambi,” he says as he stalks forward.
It’s like I’ve been electrified, every nerve in my body is awake and primed for more by the time he pulls me down the bed by my ankles and slings me over his shoulder.
“You did so good in there.” His grip is tight on the back of my thigh and his fingers flex and relax rhythmically as he walks.
“You were watching?” My voice is shaky, and my breath is coming in uneven shudders. I’m lost in that same feral need, and I can barely keep my thoughts straight as I hear his bedroom door open.
“Of course, I wasn’t going to miss that.”
Dane flips me over onto his bed and moves so he’s on top of me. His weight presses me into the mattress and my heart rate kicks up when he grabs my wrists and holds them above my head.
“Are you going to be good for me now?” he purrs against my lips.
I nod, my thoughts starting to buzz.
“Speak, Madeline.”
“Yes, I’m going to be good,” I whisper.
“Perfect.” His voice is reverent as brushes his nose against mine.
Dane reaches behind the pillow beneath me and my breath catches at the familiar sound of satin ropes sliding over the bedding. His face is so intently focused as he secures my wrists to the bar at the bottom of his headboard and slides his fingers below the ties.
“Please,” I whimper as he trails his touch down my arms and traces along the outer ridge of my breasts.
“It’s your new birthday, I’m not going to make you beg tonight.” I feel like I should be reassured, but there’s a gleam in his eyes that tells me I’m in for trouble. The shiver that works its way through my body is pure anticipation.
He drags one of his hands down my stomach and my hips buck up involuntarily.
“Please,” I repeat, every bit of me is impatient and wants so much more.
“Shh, I know what you want.”
Dane reaches below the pillow again and pulls out a strip of red satin. I only have a second to be confused before the entire world around me is nothing but red. He winds the strip over my eyes and behind my head before tying it, cutting away my vision entirely.
“You want to come.” I hear his bedside drawer open. “You will.”
The only sound for a moment is my breath, broken by the occasional needy whimper.
Then there’s a click followed by a low buzzing whir and my heart starts to pound.
The sound gets closer and closer until I feel something touch the center of my chest and vibrations reverberate through my entire body. Every bit of my attention is riveted to these vibrations as Dane drags them lower until they finally reach the apex of my thighs.
I yelp at the contact and my body moves on its own, thrashing against the strange object, desperate for more. More vibrations, more friction, more everything.
Dane adjusts the pressure by the slightest bit and any remaining senses leave me completely. I’m crying out, the ropes are biting into my wrists, and I can’t get away from it.
As soon as the thrumming pleasure wanes another wave crashes over me.
He’s murmuring praise through it all. I’m a good girl, I’m doing so well, I look so pretty tied up for him. All of it swims through my mind while my body convulses with every second of this incredible torture.
He grants me mercy and pulls away, but only for a few seconds before the buzzing sound kicks into a higher pitch and he starts the assault on my nervous system again.
Over and over and over again he throws me off the edge and even when I don’t think I can take another, I don’t say “Bunker.” It’s the one word that would stop everything in an instant. I’ve never had to use it, but Dane is so firm about making sure I remember, making sure I know I’m in control no matter how fully I submit to him.
I lose track of how many times I’ve fallen to pieces, how long I’ve been in this bed screaming though this violent bliss when it all finally stops. The change feels so abrupt that I’m left reeling, acutely aware of my hoarse throat and my sweat-sticky skin.
I hear Dane’s footsteps when he leaves the room and again a minute later. He unties my wrists and pulls my blindfold away. The look on his face is so content, so serene that I burst into tears.
“Come here, Bambi,” he whispers as he climbs into bed and pulls me into his lap.
He lets me cry and brushes his fingers through my hair the whole time. It’s not sadness that’s working its way out of me, but a release of everything I’ve felt today.
When the tears finally subside, it comes to me, the reason they’re there. It’s love. I feel so loved right now, wrapped up in Dane’s embrace, being talked through multiple orgasms, being with all my men, laughing with them, being celebrated by them. I am so wholly, intensely loved, and I’ve never been happier.
I don’t know how much longer I have with them. I don’t know if I’ll outlive them, or if whatever is keeping my heart pumping will suddenly disappear, but I don’t care. I don’t need infinite time. If it all ended here and now, that would be okay.
Dane hands me a glass of water and smiles as I chug. His breath tickles against my temple when he whispers, “Happy birthday, Madeline.”
”Happy anniversary, Dane.”