Epilogue
The sun beat down on my skin, the light glinting off the water of the pool.
I stared at it, the water a moving beast, as I pictured my father’s body falling into it, the water staining red.
There was no sign that anything had happened here, just as the guys had said.
The pool had been returned to its pristine blue, the stone had been scrubbed clean of blood and glass, the bullet casing and gun tossed into the roiling ocean below the cliffs.
No one knew what had transpired here that night except the five people who had been there.
My guys had saved me yet again. And then they’d helped me save myself from the villain who had hunted me for far too long.
“Come on, Sass, get in the pool!” Presley called from where he lounged on an inflatable donut, a virgin pina colada in his hand and sunglasses covering his eyes. He looked like a cover model for every teenage girl’s fantasy right now.
I smiled at him, my cheeks aching just from looking at him. “Alright, alright, I’m getting in.”
Presley whooped like I’d just agreed to blow him in the backseat of his car in a really public location.
“Stop by here first,” came Sinclair’s low voice from the lounge next to me.
I dropped my chin to my shoulder to stare at him, fighting my playful smile. “What will you do if I refuse?”
His brow quirked the smallest degree. “Spank you until you scream.”
My eyes widened. “Wow, in that case, I’m definitely going to disobey your request.”
He hooked a finger in the side of his sunglasses, his bare abs rippling as he moved, making me drool. The sunglasses glided down his perfect nose, and he pinned me with his gaze.
“I’m going to spank you until you scream either way, Princess.”
Biting my lip, I got to my feet and moved to the side of his lounge. His fingers closed around my wrist, tugging me down on top of him. Heat flared inside me at all the places our near-naked bodies were pressed together.
His hand slid along my jaw to cup my face. “I love you.”
I brushed my lips to his, happiness radiating inside me at my favorite words to ever leave his lips. To ever leave any of their lips.
“I love you, too.”
“I love you more!” Presley hollered from the pool, attempting to splash us.
I squirmed when the cold droplets hit my skin, but Sin wrapped his arm around me, holding me against him.
“Don’t even think about getting up without letting me taste you first.”
The hand on my face turned possessive, drawing my lips to his so our mouths melded together. My lips parted and his tongue took ownership of mine, making me melt against him.
When we broke apart, my body was on fire.
“I think I need to take a dip to cool off after that,” I said, practically panting as I got to my feet.
Sinclair lifted his hands behind his head, showing off his insanely cut body even more. “Wet is the way I like you best.”
Pressing my lips together to hide the sudden heat in my cheeks, I sauntered over to the pool knowing he was checking out my ass, while Presley was staring at my front in my teeny green bikini.
The moment my body hit the water, Presley was on me, wrapping his arms around me and holding me tight.
“Don’t ever make me wait that long for you again, it was torture,” he said with his signature grin.
“It was three whole minutes,” I cut back, wrapping my arms around his neck and my legs around his waist.
“They were the longest damn minutes of my life. Every minute you’re not touching me is one I don’t want.”
Grinning, I dipped my mouth to his, kissing him thoroughly. He groaned against me.
“I love you so damn much, do you know that?” he asked, brushing my hair back from my face.
I nodded. Because I did know it. I knew it about all of them.
The six months since my father’s death should have been the worst of my life; instead they’d been the best I’d ever lived. Because so many of our days now were lived exactly like this.
Together. Out in the open.
Byron had won his place as the Governor of California and my mother got to play the role of the perfect politician’s wife. A dream come true for her—money, status, and power, all on the arm of an influential man.
With Byron’s victory came the announcement that he and my mother would be moving into the Governor’s mansion, which Byron had quickly declared needed a complete overhaul and renovation which he was paying for out of his own endlessly deep pockets.
The best part though was that their new home was four and a half hours away.
Sinclair and Boston had agreed to buy out the Aston estate for the five of us.
It now ran on a third of the staff Byron had insisted he needed, the remaining ones all agreeing to sign iron-clad NDAs about anything they witnessed on or in the estate. They were paid generously so they never had a need to sell any kind of story about us to the media.
They were loyal and that meant we were free.
My life had become about as close to heaven as it could possibly get.
Dacre and Boston strolled from the house, both shirtless and both making my core clench at the sight of them.
They’d grown closer over the past months since the night they’d saved me.
We all had. But it touched something inside me to see Dacre and Boston laughing together now, as they carried drinks out to the pool.
I guess now was as good a time as any to share the news I’d been keeping from the four of them.
Despite Presley’s protests, I extricated myself from his arms, pulling myself out of the water to sit on the edge of the pool.
Dacre came over, leaning down to hand me some kind of pineapple-flavored cocktail, which I gratefully accepted with a smile and a kiss. He sat down behind me, his legs coming around mine to dangle in the water, and I leaned back against his chest as I took a sip.
“Oh my god, this is delicious.”
His mouth landed on my ear, making me shiver. “You’re delicious, Bambi.” His teeth nipped at my skin making me squeal into my drink, his arms coming around my waist.
When his lips landed on my throat, I sighed, leaning further into him.
“Wait,” I said, with an annoyed groan. Annoyed purely at myself for getting distracted. “Don’t get me worked up, I have to tell you guys something.”
I could hear the smile in Dacre’s tone as his lips brushed against my heated skin. “I love it when you’re all worked up though.”
His fingers trailed across my lower stomach, heading for the top of my bikini bottoms.
God, how badly I wanted his fingers on me right now.
Presley moved through the pool like a shark smelling blood in the water, until he was standing right in front of me. His fingers landed on my knees, gently prying them open. They trailed up my thighs to the ties on either side of the bikini bottoms at my hips.
“Why don’t we just take these off, Sass?” His gaze was heated as he watched me, while his fingers slid the material down my thighs.
Boston leaned down and plucked the cocktail glass from my hand before I dropped it. When I glanced up at him, he was staring down at me, dangerously still, his gaze fixed on the ways Presley and Dacre were touching me.
“Lift your hips for him, Bambi,” came Dacre’s voice in my ear, his mouth moving to my throat to suck on the sensitive skin.
I let out a deep sigh, lifting my hips. “But I really do need to tell you something,” I said, my voice breathy and distracted.
Pres tossed my bikini bottoms over his shoulder into the water. “Tell us after we make you come.”
With no barrier in his way, Dacre’s fingers slipped between my legs, finding me slick and ready for him.
“God, I love how much you want this.”
I nodded, tilting my head further to the side to make space for his mouth on me.
Presley split my legs wider, his gaze trained on my pussy, as Dacre’s fingers glided over my clit, pleasure slowly building inside me.
Dacre shifted behind me, the material of his shorts being moved aside filling my ears. He wrapped an arm around my waist, lifting me from the edge of the pool and shifting himself underneath me, the hard length of his cock pressing at my entrance.
“Do you want this, Bambi?” he asked, lips against my throat again.
“Oh my god, so badly,” I breathed.
Dacre lifted me a little higher, then lowered me down over his shaft, sinking into me.
“Fuck, Bambi. I’ll never get tired of being buried inside you.”
He shifted his hips torturously slowly, teasing me. Torturing me.
Presley stared between my legs, watching Dacre move in and out of me. He slid his hands up my thighs, moving in close. Then dropped his head between my legs, his tongue gliding over my clit.
“Holy hell, Presley!”
The mixture of sensations from Dacre’s cock and Presley’s mouth had me ready to scream.
Water splashed against my legs as Boston swung himself into the pool beside Presley.
His eyes locked with mine, asking for some kind of permission, and in my blissed-out haze I gave it to him.
His big hands reached out to swipe the triangles of my bikini aside, exposing my breasts.
A low growl sounded in his throat at the sight of me filled by Dacre, Presley’s head between my legs, and my breasts on display for him.
He gripped my chin tightly in his giant hand, forcing my mouth on his. I went willingly, desperate to taste him. His tongue dominated mine, making me whimper with need. Then his mouth dropped to my chest, sucking on my right nipple, his tongue circling the tender bud.
“I can’t handle all this,” I practically moaned, shaking my head.
Boston pulled back, his hand circling my throat. “Don’t tell us you can’t handle it. You’ll take whatever we give you.”
Oh my god.
The dominance radiating from him got me so wet.
Presley murmured with pleasure against my clit, the physical reaction Boston was giving me vibrating against his tongue. Boston’s mouth dropped back to my nipple, his fingers staying on my throat, tightening whenever I moaned.
I tipped my head back, movement catching in the corner of my eye, and when I glanced over my shoulder my eyes locked with Sinclair’s.