Epilogue
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June
“Well, we made it. More or less,” Mads said as I helped her string up the last of the Christmas lights.
Chloe, James and some of our other mutuals had arrived early to help get the upgraded apartment ready for the Christmas party we were throwing tonight.
After Madison qualified for the Master’s program, her folks had felt extra generous and thought that us having to stay around campus for at least another year warranted a bigger place.
I was certainly not going to complain about being a second-hand beneficiary.
Even though she brushed it off, I could tell there was something more serene about Mads ever since we’d gotten our results back.
She wasn’t as directionless as she’d felt in the beginning of the semester.
Instead she was actually looking forward to us coming back next year.
After all, it was another opportunity for growth and rebirth. Life was sometimes so deliciously unpredictable with where it chose to take you.
“We’re in one piece, that’s all that counts,” I replied.
And that much was true. We shared a smile before a crash dragged our attention to where James, with his cast-induced clumsiness, had dropped an ornament.
I closed my eyes as Chloe lightly berated him and attempted to pick up the ceramic shards from the floor.
Mads sighed heavily and just turned back to our task.
“I’m so glad the squirrels won.”
By some force of luck, we managed to finish up the decorations and set the table before our first guest arrived. We even managed to clean up pretty nicely; I was wearing a semi-formal silver mini dress under a chunky sweater, and Mads was wearing her iconic red midi halter neck dress.
We waited in the living room to greet the trickle of people arriving and soon the party began to pick up speed. But when my three dates showed up, more than a few heads swiveled our way.
I heard a few murmured questions about why they were there but Mads caught my eye and a wordless message carried over and understanding dawned on her. Her eyebrows shot up to her hairline but she didn’t freak out or do anything other than chuckle a little to herself.
And my wonderful, sweet, big-hearted friend decided to walk over and break the ice.
“Good to see you Professors,” she said in greeting.
“The academic year is over, Miss Ashford,” Ronan said with that same, charming smile of his. “I think we can move forward on a first name basis from now on.”
“Got it. Well, Ronan, right? It’s good to see your taste in cardigans doesn’t translate to your taste in Christmas sweaters,” she said.
There was a beat of silence until Lucas burst out laughing. “I told you. Oren owes me five bucks.”
“That’s what my pride is worth to you?” Ronan said in mock offense.
“It’s the love of the game,” Oren said.
Mads winked at me and I mouthed a thank you to her as the atmosphere began to ease.
The three guys slowly began to assimilate into the group, and by the time we were all seated around the table to eat and drink, it didn’t even feel like those old barriers of student versus professor existed.
They were just three easy-going guys and watching them look more comfortable and relaxed than I’d seen them in a long time filled me with warmth.
The evening stretched on into night and the flowing wine and festive drinks started to blur the lights and music into an atmosphere that felt magical.
Everyone was talking and laughing and dancing together.
Even Oren didn’t stay secluded in a corner the entire night like I suspected he might.
And at one point, I found myself dancing with all three of them at the same time.
They might’ve been distracted by the alcohol but no one stared or looked at us funny or did anything to make it feel as though we were some kind of freak exhibition. Everything just felt… normal. Like this was the way it was supposed to be.
And around the peak of the party, Ronan gently guided me away from the still-full makeshift dance floor. Lucas and Oren were in tow, and no one noticed as the four of us slipped into my bedroom and locked the door behind us.
“You looked magnificent tonight,” Lucas said, the first to greet me with a kiss. I slid my hands up his chest and felt another pair touch my hips.
“I can say the same about all of you,” I said, breaking the kiss with a bite to his lower lip. Oren’s mouth was on my neck now, his body pressed right up against my back.
“We were waiting for this all night,” he said. I gasped when I felt his erection grind into my ass. “Feel that? That’s what watching you all night did to me.”
I reached back and tried to palm him through his pants but Ronan caught my hand. “I don’t think so, baby. We have a little script going on and we need you to follow along with it.”
I snorted in amusement. “You’re telling me that you guys actually planned this out? What, did you include diagrams?”
“Yes, actually, and they were very useful. You’ll be able to tell the difference, trust me.
” Ronan grabbed the back of my neck and pressed his mouth to mine.
But this time, it went on for longer than Lucas’s.
Instead, Lucas and Oren both began kissing the sides of my neck, their hands starting to explore my exposed skin and despite the heat and sweat of dancing all night, I was shivering.
“You have three pairs of hands and three mouths to keep you occupied. Think that’ll do?” Ronan asked in between kisses.
“I’ll just have to make that work,” I grinned against his mouth.
I knew immediately that they weren’t kidding about having planned something out.
Either that or they’d just grown so in sync with one another that it was like they could read the other’s mind.
Ronan stepped back for a moment, leaving me in between Lucas and Oren’s desire.
I felt someone’s hands, I wasn’t sure who, slip under my dress and slide it up my body while the other pulled my panties down.
I was now completely naked in front of them.
“You know, this is the first time we’re doing group activities on an actual bed?
” Lucas informed me, his gaze burning hot.
The realization took me aback but I didn’t have enough time to comment on it before he picked me up and walked us over to my bed.
Lying back like this, I felt vulnerable while he and Oren loomed over me, their eyes ravenous as they drank in the sight of my body.
“You’re so beautiful, June,” Oren said, nibbling at my ear.
I pressed the palm of my hand against the side of his face, my fingers reaching around to lightly scratch his scalp.
He shuddered at my side, and Lucas drew my attention back to him.
He had a hand on one breast, using his thumb to roll my nipple and I had just enough sense to realize that he’d learned that from Ronan.
But no amount of “training” would ever get rid of that desperation behind every single one of his touches and kisses. And I wouldn’t want that any other way.
“Are you feeling okay, baby?” Ronan was kneeling between my legs, his hands rubbing slow, tortuous lines down my thighs. He raised one of my legs and kissed the inside of it, then began moving his kisses closer to where I needed him most. “We need to hear you say it.”
“I feel good,” I managed to pant out, starting to feel like I was drowning in sensation. I felt him bite into my inner thigh and my hips rolled up at the mix of pain and pleasure when his tongue soothed over it.
“That’s all we want. We want to make you feel so, so good,” Oren whispered in my ear. I reached down and grabbed two fistfuls of Ronan’s hair. He looked up at me wearing that same old lopsided grin of his. But it was his eyes that were different. Softer.
I tugged on his hair and pushed him down. Me taking initiative seemed to turn him on because he groaned into my pussy and began to eat me out with a passion that had my toes curling. His fingers dug into the flesh of my ass, lifting me slightly off the bed so he could devour more of me.
I felt both deeply rooted in my body and above it, as though I were floating on pleasure.
I closed my eyes against the feeling of indiscriminate hands and tongues marking my skin and the mouth between my thighs.
It was a blur of sensation and heat and ecstasy but it was also them.
It wasn’t just that I had three gorgeous men paying attention to every inch of my body, but the fact that it was Ronan, Lucas and Oren.
It was the way they saw me beyond just my nakedness, that my clothes coming off was the least vulnerable thing about our time together.
It was the way we somehow fit together and brought out the best in each other even though the route we’d taken to get there was far from conventional.
It was the culmination of the months I spent with them, getting to know them and loving and being loved by them, expressing itself in such exquisite pleasure that I felt like I could cry just to find some kind of release.
When one of them, either Oren or Lucas kissed me, I shattered under their hands, hitting my first orgasm for the night. I moaned through it, my body seizing up and Ronan, the sick bastard, he wouldn’t stop. I tried pushing his head away but all he did was slap my ass and instruct me to turn over.
“We’ve got you,” Lucas said softly, cupping my chin in his hand as I complied and adjusted myself on all fours. “Are you still okay?”
I nodded, wincing against my body’s sensitivity. “Yeah, want more.”
I was learning that Lucas had a point where something in him would snap and start vying for control over his desire to be careful. “Keep asking all you want. This is what we’re here for, to give it all to you.”