Epilogue Two
Elaina
Seeing both of my men looming over me sent my heart racing, but in the very best way possible.
I wanted them, and while my sex drive fluctuated daily due to my trauma, I still wasn’t surprised by how badly I wanted them together.
They took such good care of me. I didn’t know what I’d done in any past life to deserve them, but I would always do my best to prove to them I was grateful for their presence in my life.
“You want this?” Joey asked, his voice low and smooth, washing through me like a soft bubbling stream on a fall day. It filled me with warmth and comfort and safety.
“I do,” I assured him. They both knew by now if I wasn’t in the mood, I’d tell them flat out. And they always respected that. But regardless of me being vocal about when I did and didn’t want intimacy in that form, they always checked in with me.
Joey leaned down then and took my lips in a slow, hot kiss.
A shiver rolled down my spine when Alejandro smoothed his fingers up my thighs before hooking them in the band of my leggings.
Cool air washed over my skin as he tugged them off, leaving me in just my baggy t-shirt and the plain black thong I’d put on that morning.
A low rumble of appreciation sounded from Alejandro’s chest, and then, he was gently pushing my thighs apart and nosing along the crease of my thigh, inhaling deeply like the scent of me at my core was an aphrodisiac.
“Already turning pink,” Joey rasped as he pulled his lips from mine to run his eyes over me.
My flush deepened, and he grinned—something dark and devilish.
It didn’t frighten me. No, it just turned me on more.
Joey was easily one of the most dangerous men I’d ever met, but he was so gentle and sweet to me, even when I knew all he wanted to do was rip my clothes off and fuck me like I was nothing more than a club bunny.
“Always so fucking pretty,” Alejandro murmured in agreement. And then, he was sliding my thong aside and burying his face against the most intimate part of me. I gasped, my back arching. A low moan sounded from my throat.
Joey didn’t waste a beat. He pushed my shirt up and over my head, and my bra went immediately after, tossed somewhere across the room.
I damn near choked when they both began wreaking havoc on my body.
Joey worshipped me like a man starved, kissing and licking every inch of skin he could get his mouth on, while Alejandro pinned my thighs to the bed so he could feast on me without interruption.
“Oh, fuck. Fuck. Please,” I begged, my fingers sinking into Joey’s hair.
I clung to him, my eyes rolling back in my head.
I was cresting higher and higher, and oh fuck, it was almost too much.
Tingles worked down my spine, and my clit throbbed.
Alejandro did something magical with his tongue, Joey sank his teeth into my nipple, and I fucking shattered.
My ears rang. My vision whited out. I had no idea if I made a noise or if I went completely silent. I trembled, the bed shaking beneath me.
As soon as my vision returned, Joey sank inside of me, my ass resting on his thighs as he drove himself into me. His eyes were narrowed on the spots where our bodies were joined, like if he looked away, it might not be real.
“Joey…” I gasped, but I didn’t get to finish my statement because Alejandro tapped his cock on my tongue.
I moaned, my eyes fluttering shut. With a groan, he sank into the back of my throat.
One hand cradled my jaw, and the other slid behind my head, sinking into my blonde hair so he could support my head and neck while he used me.
They might fuck me like I was a random woman they could just toss aside, but it was the little things like Alejandro coddling me while he used me and the way Joey gently gripped my hips while he pounded me into tomorrow that let me know how much they really cared. How much they loved me and adored me.
I lifted my eyes, locking them on Alejandro’s. He swept his thumb along my jaw, a growl sounding from his throat. “You look so pretty when you’re beneath us like this, pequena luchadora,” he rasped. “So beautiful.”
“So fucking ours,” Joey growled. I swung my eyes to his face, surprised to find him already looking at me. “You’re going to be so beautiful when you’re round with the baby. So damn gorgeous.”
Tears welled in my eyes, and when I blinked, they spilled down my cheeks.
Joey leaned down and pressed a kiss to the corner of my mouth.
Alejandro moaned at the feel of Joey’s lips brushing his cock, too, and sank his shaft in even deeper, and then, he was coming, giving me everything he had.
Joey slipped a hand between us, and with two fingers circling my clit, he made me shatter for the second time.
His cock swelled inside of me, and like pure fucking magic, the three of us were coming together.
Like we were meant to be together. Like every bit of bullshit we’d all gone through had led to us having each other.
“Come here,” Alejandro murmured, quickly gathering me into his arms. Joey flopped to the bed beside me, breathing harshly. “You good, pequena luchadora?”
I nodded against his chest, then reached for Joey’s hand. Joey turned his head to look at me, a slow smile curving his lips. “Yeah, sweet girl?” he panted.
“I love you both,” I said quietly. “I probably won’t be the easiest to deal with during the next few months, but please don’t give up on me.”
Joey sat up at the same time Alejandro tightened his arms around me. Leaning in, Joey cupped my cheek and rested his forehead on mine.
“We’re never giving up on you, sweet girl. You’re ours. For fucking eternity, you hear me?” My lips trembled at his promise, but I nodded, nonetheless. He kissed a tear away as it rolled down my cheek. “Always ours, sweet girl.”
Alejandro pressed a kiss to the top of my head. “Para siempre,” Alejandro swore.