Epilogue #2
He was still laid out on the lounge where I’d left him. Only now his eyes were wide, gaze locked on what Dacre, Presley, and Boston were doing to me. His cock was in his hand, fist pumping along to the rhythm of Dacre’s thrusts into me.
Sin wasn’t the type to watch and get himself off.
He was rarely the observer, but if he found himself in that position, he always held strong, refusing to get himself off without participating.
To see him stroking himself like the scene in front of him was so hot he couldn’t help it drove me wilder than I already was.
“Like what you see, Princess?” came Sin’s low voice.
I nodded, biting my lip as another wave of pleasure hit me. “I love it.”
Boston’s teeth closed hard over my nipple and I cried out. His fingers tightened at my throat at the sound, and Presley’s teeth scraped over my clit at the same time as Dacre thrust up deep inside.
“Holy fucking fuck!” I screamed.
The sensations ricocheting around my body were enough to set me alight. My body exploded with the pleasure I’d been trying to deny myself in order to prolong the moment.
But I couldn’t hold off any longer.
Pleasure burst inside me like a glass bottle shattering against stone.
“Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god,” I screamed, none of them letting up despite the orgasm tearing my body in half. “Oh my god!”
Sinclair let out a groan from the lounge as Boston claimed my mouth, his wild, possessive kiss making my stomach clench. Presley quickened his pace between my legs and Dacre gripped my hips, slamming me down on his cock.
“No, please…” I panted, pleasure building in me so fast. “I can’t take another one.”
Sinclair was at my side. “Yes, you can.”
His cock was in his hand, and he slid it over my lips, asking for permission.
I parted them, letting him slide his cock inside my mouth, his piercing sliding over my tongue.
Squeezing my eyes shut against the intense sensations clawing at me, I sucked hard.
My eyes snapped open in time to catch Sinclair’s eyes rolling back, and he tipped his head back towards the sky.
He was magnificent, exposed muscles rippling as his body went taut with the pleasure I was giving him.
Jesus, I could die happy this way.
Another orgasm burst inside me and I had to lock my jaw to stop from biting down on Sinclair’s cock. I screamed around him, Boston tugging on my nipples sending ripples of pleasure rocketing through my core.
“Fuck!” Dacre swore from behind me, his grip on my hip tightening as his cock pulsed and he came. Sinclair followed, spilling down my throat.
Dacre slid from inside me, and Boston scooped me into his arms, holding me to him and thrusting his cock deep inside me.
“Fuck, Firecracker, you feel incredible.”
He thrust into me, my forehead dropping to his shoulder as my body pulsed with his. This was the best it had ever been between the five of us. We’d never been this carefree with each other out in the open. I was loving every moment of it with the four people I loved most in the world.
Presley closed in behind me, his cock nudging at my ass. “Can I join you, Sass?”
I lifted my head, to smile wearily at him, nodding.
He was gentle as he pushed against my ass, his cock moving inch by inch until he was buried back there.
“Fuck,” Pres and Boston swore at the same time.
Boston pulled back and Pres thrust in, the two of them alternating as they entered me.
A third orgasm glittered at the edge of my vision and I whimpered.
“She’s going to come again,” Boston grunted and he thrust deeper.
Presley’s breathing grew more labored as he fought his own pleasure to wait for me. “Give it to us, Sass.”
I let go, letting my limbs turn to liquid and my insides melt at the feel of them. My third orgasm peaked, ebbing through me. Presley and Boston exploded too, each of them filling me.
Their thrusts shallowed until they petered out, each of them sliding out. Neither let me go though, they crowded me, propping me up between them. Boston kissed the top of my head, and Presley kissed my cheek over and over.
He moved away to the edge of the pool, hauling himself out in one swift motion and striding shamelessly naked towards the outdoor shower. When he stepped under the spray he turned to face me, giving me a wink that had me smiling blissfully back at him.
Boston moved his arm from around me, pulling back to stare down at me, affection behind those serious eyes. He brushed the wet hair from my face.
“I love you,” I said, expression serious so he knew I meant.
He nodded, his gaze conveying the words he rarely said.
I smiled up at his response. “You can say it back, Boss. I’m not going anywhere because it’s the truth. I love you.”
He stared down at me for a moment, visibly swallowing. “I love you, too.”
The smile that split my face was just for him. I knew there was a part of him that still believed he wasn’t deserving of my love, but I’d spend the rest of my days if I had to, convincing him that he was wrong. He deserved every part of me. Every part of this family.
Because that’s exactly what we were.
Boston moved us closer to the edge, gripping my hips and hauling me up to sit on the edge of the pool.
“Shower?” Dacre asked.
I nodded wearily. “I don’t think I can walk there though.”
After so many orgasms, my legs were like liquid jelly.
“I can help with that.” Dacre pulled me to my feet and before I could protest, he swept me into his arms, carrying me honeymoon-style to the outdoor shower.
Pres stepped aside, offering me the water. Dacre washed my exhausted body, even taking the time to rinse my hair for me. When he was done, Sinclair stood waiting with a fluffy navy robe, wrapping me in it from behind and planting a kiss at my temple.
I slid my hand in his and we strolled back towards the pool, taking a seat on the lounge chairs.
“You’d been trying to tell us something before pool playtime,” Presley said grinning as though he was proud of them all for distracting me so thoroughly.
“That’s the only kind of playtime I want to have,” Boston muttered, taking a seat on the other side of me on the lounge chair. Presley and Dacre sat across from us.
I’d kept this secret long enough. It was time to spill it.
“I do have something to tell you, and I hope you’ll all be happy about it…”
Four sets of eyes stared patiently back at me, waiting.
“I applied to have my name changed and the approved legal paperwork arrived yesterday. I’m no longer a Falconer and I never will be again.”
Boston shifted beside me, and Presley moved closer, his fingers brushing mine.
“Changed it to what, Sass?”
I glanced at each of them, a small smile tugging at the corner of my mouth.
“Dempsey Aston-Ivers.”
They were all quiet for a moment, then Presley leaned in, cupping my jaw and kissing me. “Hell yeah, you’re an Aston now!”
He ran for the pool, launching himself off the edge and doing a forward flip into the water.
“Are the rest of you equally happy about it?” I asked, eyes meeting theirs in turn.
Dacre smiled back at me. “The new name suits you, Bambi.”
A small sense of relief flooded me that two out of four were happy at least. I turned to Sinclair, the question written on my face.
“I’ve waited a long time for you to have my name.” He gave my knee a squeeze, tilting his head to kiss my cheek. “You’re an Aston now and it looks good on you.”
I gave him a small smile, turning to Boston.
He’d been the most outwardly vocal about me taking his name.
And when we’d been the only relationship that had been allowed to exist in the world, it had made sense.
But I couldn’t give something to him that I wouldn’t give to the others. I loved them all equally.
“I wanted you to have the Ivers name…” he said, brow pinched. “Whatever that looks like.”
“And now I do.”
He pulled me into his lap, kissing me roughly. “Damn, Mrs. Aston-Ivers, you really know how to make a guy’s day…” He paused, tilting his head. “Or four guys.”
I laughed, my mouth finding his. “You all make every day better for me.”
He nodded, his expression soft and serious. “Thank you. For letting me into your heart and your world. I’m still not sure that I deserve it, but I’m going to spend every day trying to be worthy of you.”
My head tilted and my heart clenched at his words. “You deserve all of this, Boss. And I’ll spend every day proving it to you.”
His mouth met mine in the sweetest, softest kiss he’d even given me. Then he released me and we got to our feet.
“Let’s go eat,” Dacre said, heading for the house.
Pres hauled himself from the pool, wiping his perfect arms with a towel. “Yeah, after getting Dempsey off four times, I’m fucking famished.”
I laughed, following them inside and feeling like this might just be the start of the rest of my life.
Dempsey Falconer had died along with my father and I’d never be that girl again.
I was Dempsey Aston-Ivers now.
And no one was going to take this life, or my guys, away from me.
As I moved to the doors to head inside the house, one of the maids stepped out and approached me. “A letter came for you, Ms. Dempsey.”
She held out an envelope and my stomach lurched at the sight of it.
My father was dead. I’d shot him myself in this very spot. There was no way this letter could be from him.
And yet… my body reacted with that same clench of fear that it had with every other letter I’d received from him in the Aston Manor.
“T-thank you…” I took the envelope from her, staring down at it.
I flipped it over and tore it open, my heart racing as I read the words.
“Oh my god,” I said in disbelief, my hand coming to my mouth.
Dacre was closest to me, reaching for me and staring down at the paper in my hand.
“Dempsey… what is it?”
I looked up, eyes wide. “I made it.”
His brow twitched in confusion. “You made it?”
“I made the national swim team, and they’re giving me a shot at making the Olympic team.”
They all rushed me at once.
“We knew you could do it,” Sinclair said. “You’re a shark in the water.”
“You know what this means?” Presley asked, that mischievous glint in his eye that always made me swoon. “It’s time to celebrate!”