Epilogue Two
EVAN
One Year Later—Fall
I wake up to Deacon rocking my shoulder back and forth. “Look alive, baby boy. You’ve got a call in fifteen.”
“Fuck, was I asleep?”
I get it’s a stupid question, but I’m not firing on all cylinders. The color of the afternoon light makes it quite clear that the time has changed significantly since I decided to lie down and rest my eyes for a few minutes.
Deacon wipes the drool from the corner of my mouth as he smiles down at me. He looks like a goddamn angel in the white room. Our room. Baz is next to him, breathing noisily and staring up at Deacon, too.
“I might need some coffee.”
“I’ve got you. It’s in the office, but it’s getting cold, so get this luscious ass up and get moving.”
He gives said ass a squeeze and then a light slap before standing and snapping his fingers for Baz to get off the bed.
I don’t know how he’s so alert after how late we were up last night.
It was stupid for a Sunday with as much work as Deacon and I had to do today, but we got into one of those treacherous cycles where we took turns and never got off together.
One orgasm led to someone else’s boner and on and on until we finally got our shit coordinated and finished together.
Terrible timing for it to be on a work night, but it was fun while it lasted.
It's been a nearly a year since I left LA and came home to Deacon and Isaac. Four Points Freight was the ultimate beta test for my workforce software. Once every last bug was worked out, and I’d made a significant update that didn’t crash the entire system, Isaac convinced me I was ready to take it to the wider market.
Hunter was my angel investor and gave me his blessing to promote someone into my position, leaving me free to pursue my entrepreneurship and my relationship with Deacon and Isaac up close and personal.
Without a doubt, it’s been the most challenging and most incredible year of my life.
The challenge is running a business. The incredible part is doing it with my boyfriend.
My partner now in business and in life, Deacon is everything I ever wanted and more.
He’s a sounding board, a best friend, a brilliant programmer, a workout buddy, and a feeder.
He’s also a fun distraction and, incidentally, the love of my life.
One of them.
He props me up at my desk in our upstairs office with coffee and a kiss before I get on a call with a healthcare system in Arizona who’s inquiring about my software.
Apollo is snoozing quietly at my feet, but Baz, who can’t breathe properly through his short snout, is in the hall making all his sleeping noises.
The call goes long, but my pitch is pretty flawless by now, and while we’re a little more expensive than some of the other workforce schedulers on the market, we know we’re worth the investment.
Polytech handles our customer support, but they forward all relevant issues to Deacon who can tweak anything, usually with a twenty-four hour turnaround.
As the call ends, I lean back in my chair and wait for him to look up from his monitor.
Sensing me, he mumbles, “Five minutes.”
“I think they liked me.”
“Everyone likes you. You’re likable.”
“I didn’t even have to show them my ass.”
“It’s the eyes,” he says without missing a single keystroke. “Those little crinkles you’re starting to get. Fucking adorable.”
I blush and consider how I might reward him for that unguarded statement.
“How are my sexy tech bros?”
I glance at the doorway to see Isaac breezing in wearing pale gray slacks and a crisp white button down. Baz charges him and he takes a minute to greet the eager little thing. Baz has Apollo’s coloring, but none of his size. He’s bigger than Manon, but not by a lot.
I’m still not entirely convinced Apollo sired him.
The black and white spots are one thing, but a terrier mix makes more sense.
Lessons were learned, however. No male in this household is capable of impregnating a female anymore.
Some based on preference, others based on good old-fashioned castration.
“Evan just landed SigmaCare.”
“I didn’t land them. Yet.”
“Then I’ll hold onto my congratulations and knock on wood instead.” Isaac gives the desk a knock as he approaches my side of it.
“You’re prowling,” I note.
He unbuckles his belt. “I did land an account today.”
I try to keep my eyes on his face. “Oh yeah? Who?”
“Elite Fitness.”
“Nice, babe.”
He unbuttons his slacks and slides the zipper down. “Impressive, right?”
My mouth waters. The sound of Isaac’s pants coming down has and always will have a Pavlovian effect on me.
I’m on my knees by the time he’s whipped out his semi-hard cock.
“You two have three minutes before I get involved.” Deacon says.
I grin up at Isaac, considering how I want to play this. I’m more than capable of making him come in two minutes, which will likely mean I’ll be the one Deacon fucks first.
But I’m kind of in the mood for them both now that I’m well rested.
I give Isaac’s slit a teasing lick before sucking his crown between my lips.
“Eyes on me,” he demands.
I look up.
His gaze is full of lust and affection. “I’ve been thinking about you on your knees for me all day.”
“Your new assistant sucks.”
“She doesn’t, actually. She’s just really bad at her job.”
I grin and widen my mouth to take more of him, sucking and slurping as I move up and down his thickening length.
He puts a hand in my hair, tugging gently at the strands. “You, on the other hand, are the best I’ve ever had.”
I hum around his cock and taste the salt of his arousal. I flutter my lashes at him, feeling the usual flush heat my cheeks at his praise. “Good boy,” he breathes. “Such a pretty mouth. Such a filthy tongue.”
The words are meant as much for me as they are for Deacon, but I stopped caring about that a long time ago.
He’s always talking to both of us. He’s always been in love with both of us.
He’s incapable of wanting one of us more than the other because Isaac lives his entire life with nothing less than his whole heart.
I should have always known his love would be no different.
After the promised three minutes, Deacon is standing behind Isaac, unbuttoning his shirt and sliding it off his shoulders as he presses kisses to the new inches of exposed skin.
His tan is still deep from our three weeks in Mexico last month, and it’s a gorgeous sight to behold, especially when Deacon’s large hands roam over Isaac’s perfect pecs and down his abs.
He shoves his pants off and it’s not until Isaac has to step out of them that I let his cock out of my mouth.
While Isaac turns to undress Deacon between long, slow kisses, I clear a space on my desk for old times’ sake.
“Where do you want us?” Isaac asks, finally noticing what I’m doing. “And why are you still dressed?”
I peel off my thin sweater. “For that, you get to be the one who does all the work.”
No further explanation is needed. Deacon moves to sit on the spot I cleared off and undoes my pants.
I shove them down my legs along with my briefs before he hauls me onto his lap and arranges my thighs on either side of his hips.
He looks up at me expectantly, and I press my mouth to his.
He deepens the kiss in a hurry and clutches my ass cheeks in a tight grip.
This isn’t the first time sex has happened in the office, so everyone knows the lube is behind my monitor, but it will be the first time I get double penetrated on an office desk. Perks of being my own boss, I guess.
“Your ass is the biggest, prettiest slut,” Isaac says, lube now in hand as Deacon and I continue to kiss.
Isaac preps me with two fingers, then three, adding more and more lube to my hole with each pass of his knuckles. Once I don’t think I can hold onto any more, I lift my hips and guide Deacon’s cock to my entrance. It’s rock hard—typical—and it feels amazing as I slide back on it.
He groans into my mouth, and I gasp, biting down on his lower lip.
“Babe,” Deacon says to Isaac, sounding needy.
“Right here, babe.”
“Wanna feel you.”
Isaac’s hand comes first, pressing Deacon’s balls up to meet my ass cheeks and covering the place where we’re joined with a slick, rubbing palm. It makes Deacon whine. “Fuck him. Fuck us.”
Taking two cocks is a process, no matter what position we’re in.
While we do it at least once a week, and I do my best to keep myself toned and tight, I also remain accommodating.
I relish every finger added. I hiss with the delicious stretch, and my men have learned to go in slow so that they and I feel every moment of intense, perfect torture.
Isaac frots their bases as I let them in, adjusting my angle, relaxing and bearing down, keeping my breath even and deep until I’m so full I can’t move unless one of them does.
Isaac kisses my neck, and Deacon sucks at my jawline as Isaac releases his grip and advances to his full depth.
“Am I the only one close?” Deacon breathes.
I nuzzle into his hair, keeping my mouth near his ear.
“Fuck,” Isaac groans. One of his hands lands on my abs and the other loosely grips my dick, which was already hard from the two minute blow job. Now it’s profusely leaking from all the pressure they’re putting on my prostate. So much pressure.
“God,” I sigh.
“Fuck him. Fuck me,” Deacon demands.
Isaac curses again. “So tight.”
“We can take it.” I’m whispering because it’s either that or I scream.
“He’s good,” Deacon translates. “Now give us that big dick.”
And fuck us, but he does.
“This is…a choice.” Rachel sets the contract down on the dining room table and looks at me. “You understand there’s a one hundred-thousand dollar termination clause.”
“I’m more concerned about whether it’s binding.”