Chapter 7
Chapter Seven
I was surrounded by warmth and I wanted to curl into it but for some reason, I knew I couldn’t. My eyes shot open, and I looked directly into the sleeping face of Colton.
God, he was beautiful.
I wanted to trace over his features, but I knew he’d wake. I was sandwiched between the twins, their hands on me, and all of us naked. Flashes of the night before hit me and I smiled at the memory of being theirs.
I’d felt so full, so adored, and I desperately wanted more, but I’d known what this was. It was one night. A night of revenge against Carissa, and against Paul.
I slid out from under their arms, only managing to disturb them slightly. They didn’t wake as I climbed off the bed and looked over at them again, taking in just how gorgeous they were.
Tears began to well in my eyes, thinking of having to walk away, but I knew the score. These men didn’t settle, and even if one of them did want to, they’d never share me and I don’t think I could handle not being both of theirs.
I found my clothing and pulled my dress back on, careful to not zip my dress up and disturb the peace of the room. Locating my boots, I grabbed the leather of them, and then found my bag.
I realized as I was moving around, even without underwear, that I didn’t feel icky. Sore, achey, sure, but not icky like I had dried cum on my legs.
They’d cleaned me up while I passed out and before they fell asleep.
The tenderness in which they treated me, even being the big, bad Garrison twins, touched me and made me want to cry. My hand shook on the doorknob, not wanting to leave, but knowing I needed to.
The door opened slightly, but slammed closed immediately. I gasped and stumbled back, looking up into the molten fury of Colton’s eyes. His fist was on the door above me.
“Going somewhere?”
“I…uh…”
I turned to see Cody laying on his side, a matching expression of pure anger all over his features.
“I didn’t want you guys to have to do the awkward goodbye thing with me. I know whatever we did wouldn’t pass over into the day.”
“You knew that, did you?” Cody asked. There was something menacing about the way he said it and I realized I'd done the same thing before to him. I’d run out after a night of passion with him, too scared to think I would be enough, and married Paul.
“I—”
“Come on, princess,” Colton said. “Don’t you recall what we said last night?”
“You’re ours,” Cody said with finality. “You can’t possibly think another man can meet up to your expectations now after us.”
I turned from Colton to Cody, and back to Colton. “You…want me? Both of you…want me?”
Colton’s eyes softened, and his jaw relaxed from where he’d been grinding his teeth in anger. “How could you question that, princess?”
Tears fell over my cheeks when I realised what this could mean.
“I wanted you eleven years ago,” Cody said, his voice closer than before. I turned to see him right behind me. “But it wasn’t right then, obviously. Now…we can share you.”
“If that’s what you want, princess,” Colton said, smoothing my wayward hair away from my face. “Do you want us both?”
I nodded quickly. “Yes…but what if…I’m you know…not—”
Cody put his fingers over my mouth and silenced me. “Don’t even think about finishing that. You’re ours, baby.”
Colton lifted my hand up and kissed the back of my fingers while Cody grabbed the boots from my other hand and dropped them onto the floor.
The rings on my finger were being pulled off, and I watched as Colton threw my wedding band and engagement ring down on the ground.
It skittered across the floorboards and under the bed.
“Ours.”
Cody pulled me to the bed, while Colton slipped the straps of my dress off me and pulled it down. I laid in between them, feeling their warmth wrap around me and knowing they’d never do to me what Paul did.
I was safe.
Cherished.
And adored.
“If you wiggle that cute little ass into my groin again, I don’t care how sore you are, I’ll fuck you until you pass out again,” Cody groaned. “Now, get some rest.”
I chuckled, before I let my eyes close and lose myself into the two men I should have always been with.