Chapter 10
chapter ten
Madelyn
I wake slowly, awareness creeping in piece by piece. Warmth surrounds me. The scent of cedar and something distinctly masculine fills my lungs. Strong arms bracket me on either side, holding me close.
My eyes flutter open. Dash is on my left, his hazel eyes already watching me, his hand resting possessively on my hip. Finn is on my right, his fingers tracing lazy patterns along my bare shoulder.
Relief crashes over me so suddenly, so completely, that I can't breathe. My chest tightens and tears flood my eyes before I can stop them.
"Hey." Dash's voice is rough, concerned. His thumb brushes across my cheekbone. "What's wrong?"
"You're here," I choke out, my voice breaking. "You're both here. You're okay."
"We're okay, sweetheart." Finn's hand slides into my hair, gentle and grounding. "We're right here."
The tears come harder now, spilling over in hot streams. I press my face into Dash's chest, my body shaking with sobs I can't control. All the fear I've been carrying—the constant terror, the sleepless nights, the certainty that I'd lose everything—pours out of me in waves.
"It's over," Dash murmurs against my hair, his arms tightening around me. "You're safe now, Maddie. You're safe."
"Forever," Finn adds quietly, his lips brushing my temple. "No more running. No more looking over your shoulder. It's done."
I can't speak. I can only cry, letting it all out while they hold me.
Their hands are steady on my body, Dash's palm warm against my lower back, Finn's fingers stroking through my hair.
They don't try to stop my tears or tell me it's okay.
They just hold me, solid and unshakeable, while I fall apart.
"We've got you," Dash says, his voice low and fierce. "We've always got you."
Eventually the sobs slow, turning into hiccupping breaths. I pull back slightly, wiping at my face with shaking hands. "I'm sorry. I don't know why I?—"
"Don't apologize." Dash's hand cups my jaw, forcing me to meet his eyes. "You've been carrying this alone for too long. You don't have to anymore."
"You're ours now," Finn says, his thumb tracing the curve of my spine. "That means you get to fall apart and we catch you."
Fresh tears well up, but these feel different. Like something inside me is finally breaking open instead of breaking down. "I was so scared," I whisper. "Every day I thought?—"
"I know." Dash leans in, pressing his forehead to mine. "But you don't have to be scared anymore. We made sure of it."
Finn's hand slides to my hip, pulling me closer against him. "You're safe, baby. Completely safe. And we're never letting you go."
I look between them, these two men who went to war for me, who risked everything to give me freedom. My throat tightens with emotion so overwhelming I can barely breathe.
"I don't know how to do this," I admit, my voice small. "I don't know how to stop being afraid."
"You don't have to figure it out today." Finn's lips brush my shoulder. "Or tomorrow. Or next week. You just have to stay with us and let us show you."
"Show me what?"
"That you're not alone anymore." Dash's hand slides up my side, his touch reverent. "That you're loved. That you're ours."
The word settles into my chest, warm and solid. Ours.
Not claimed. Not possessed. Just… loved. Chosen. Kept.
"I'm yours," I whisper, testing the words. They feel right. True.
"Damn right you are." Dash's mouth curves into something that's almost a smile. "And we're yours too, sweetheart. All of us. Forever."
Finn's hand slides to the small of my back. "Come on. Let's get inside. We need to talk."
My stomach flips, but I let them guide me into the living room. Dash sits on the couch and pulls me down onto his lap, my thighs straddling his. Finn settles beside us, his hand resting possessively on my hip.
"We need to make something clear," Dash says, his hazel eyes locked on mine. "This isn't temporary, Maddie. What we have, the three of us, it's permanent."
My breath catches. "Permanent?"
"We want you," Finn says quietly. "Not just for now. Not just until the danger passes. Forever."
"Marriage," Dash adds bluntly. "Kids if you want them. A life together. All three of us."
I stare at them, my heart pounding so hard I can hear it in my ears. "You want to marry me?"
"Both of us," Finn confirms. "We know it's unconventional. We know people will talk. But we don't give a fuck what anyone thinks. You're ours and we're yours. That's all that matters."
Tears well up again, but this time they're different. These are tears of joy, of disbelief, of overwhelming gratitude.
"I never thought I could have this." My voice breaks. "A future. A family. I thought I'd be running forever."
"You're not running anymore," Dash says firmly. "You're home."
Home.
The word settles over me like a warm blanket. I look between them, Dash with his gruff intensity and fierce protectiveness, Finn with his calculated charm and unwavering loyalty. Two men who went to war for me. Two men who want to build a life with me.
"Yes," I whisper. "Yes to all of it. Marriage. Forever. Whatever you want."
Dash's mouth crashes down on mine, the kiss rough and possessive. I moan into it, my hands fisting in his shirt. When he pulls back, Finn turns my face to claim my mouth just as thoroughly.
"Ours," Dash growls against my neck. "Say it."
"Yours," I gasp. "Both of yours. Always."
His hands slide under the t-shirt, palming my breasts, thumbs brushing over my nipples. I arch into the touch, already aching for them despite the soreness from last night.
"We're going to take care of you," Finn murmurs, his lips trailing down my throat. "Give you everything you need. Everything you deserve."
"I want you," I breathe. "Both of you. Now."
Dash lifts me effortlessly, carrying me back to the bedroom. Finn follows, already pulling his shirt over his head. They strip me slowly, reverently, their hands and mouths worshipping every inch of my skin.
"So fucking beautiful," Dash mutters, his eyes dark with hunger. "Can't believe you're ours."
"Believe it," I whisper, reaching for him. "I'm not going anywhere."
Dash’s eyes darken. He kisses me slow and deep, like he’s sealing the words between us. Finn’s mouth finds the back of my neck at the same time, open and warm, his hand sliding down my stomach until his fingers brush where I’m already wet for them.
They take me together.
Dash lies back and pulls me over him. I sink down onto his thick cock, taking him inch by inch until he’s buried deep inside my pussy. The stretch makes me moan into his mouth. He holds me there for a moment, hands stroking up and down my back, letting me feel every pulse of him inside me.
Finn moves in behind me. I hear the soft click of the lube bottle, then the cool slickness of his fingers circling my ass.
He works me open carefully, one finger, then two, while Dash keeps kissing me and rocking up in tiny, shallow thrusts that keep me on edge.
When Finn finally presses the head of his cock against me, I break the kiss and look back at him.
“Ready?” he asks, voice low.
“Yes. Please.”
He pushes in slow, careful, giving me time to adjust to the burn and the stretch.
Dash stays still underneath me, one hand cupping my face, thumb brushing my cheek while Finn sinks deeper.
The pressure builds until I’m completely full of both of them, Dash thick and hard in my pussy, Finn buried deep in my ass.
I cry out, overwhelmed by the fullness, the connection, the sheer rightness of having them both inside me at once.
“That’s it, baby,” Finn groans against my shoulder, voice rough. “Take us both. Feel how deep we are. You were made for this. Made for us.”
“Fuck, you feel perfect,” Dash growls, his hands gripping my hips. “Never letting you go, Maddie. Never. This pussy, this ass… every part of you belongs to us now.”
They start to move.
At first it’s slow, almost careful. When Finn pulls back, Dash thrusts up. When Dash eases out, Finn pushes deeper. The dual rhythm makes every nerve in my body light up. I can feel them sliding against each other through the thin wall inside me, the friction so intense I can barely breathe.
“Listen to how wet you are,” Dash murmurs, eyes locked on mine. “Dripping down my cock while he fucks your tight little ass. You love this, don’t you? Being full of both of us.”
“Yes,” I gasp, rocking back to meet them. “I love it. Don’t stop. Please don’t stop.”
They give me more. The pace builds gradually, strokes getting longer, deeper, a little harder. Finn’s hands roam my breasts, pinching and rolling my nipples until I’m shaking. Dash slides a hand between us and finds my clit, rubbing slow circles that make my thighs tremble.
“That’s our girl,” Finn rasps. “Taking every inch. Look at you, stuffed full of cock and still begging for more.”
I moan, the sound breaking as they hit a perfect angle at the same time. Pleasure coils tighter and tighter low in my belly. Every thrust drags against sensitive places, the stretch and the fullness pushing me higher.
“I’m close,” I warn them, voice shaking. “God, I’m so close.”
“Then come,” Dash orders, voice low and rough. “Come on our cocks. Let us feel you break for us.”
The orgasm crashes over me hard. My body clamps down on both of them at once, pulsing and fluttering as I cry out their names.
The way I squeeze them pulls broken, desperate sounds from both men.
They don’t stop. They keep fucking me through it, dragging the pleasure out until I’m whimpering and oversensitive between them.
Only then do they chase their own release.
Finn’s rhythm stutters first. He buries himself deep in my ass and comes with a guttural groan, flooding me with heat.
The feel of him throbbing pushes Dash over the edge right after.
He thrusts up hard and finishes inside my pussy, groaning my name as he fills me until I can feel both of them leaking out around their cocks.
We stay locked together for a long moment, just breathing. Finn presses soft, open-mouthed kisses to my shoulder and the back of my neck. Dash strokes my hair back from my face, eyes still dark but softer now.
When they finally pull out I whimper at the sudden emptiness. They clean me up gently, taking their time, then settle on either side of me. Dash pulls me against his chest while Finn curves around my back, his arm draped over both of us.
“You’re ours,” Dash murmurs against my hair, voice still rough. “And we’re not letting go.”
Finn presses a slow kiss to my shoulder. “Never.”
We spend the rest of the morning in bed, talking about the future. They walk me through the takedown—how they coordinated with Hudson, tracked Vega to his warehouse, and made sure he’d never be a threat again. I listen, my heart swelling with pride and gratitude.
“You didn’t have to do that,” I whisper. “Risk yourselves for me.”
“Yes, we did,” Dash says flatly. “You’re ours to protect. That’s not negotiable.”
“We’d do it again in a heartbeat,” Finn adds. “You’re worth it, Maddie. You’re worth everything.”
I kiss them both, slow and deep, pouring all my love and gratitude into it.
Later, we make breakfast together, Dash cooking while Finn and I sit at the counter, stealing bites and laughing. It feels normal. Domestic. Like we’ve been doing this for years instead of weeks.
“So when’s the wedding?” I ask teasingly, sipping my coffee.
Dash looks up from the stove, his expression dead serious. “Whenever you want. Tomorrow if you’ll have us.”
I laugh, but the intensity in his eyes tells me he’s not joking. “Let’s give it a few months. Plan something small. Just us and a few close friends.”
“Hudson better be invited,” Finn says. “He helped save your ass.”
“Of course,” I agree. “He’s family now.”
Family.
The word makes my chest ache in the best way. I never had a family growing up. Never had people who would fight for me, protect me, love me unconditionally. But I have that now.
I look at Dash and Finn, these two incredible men who walked into my life and changed everything. Who saw me at my most vulnerable and didn’t run. Who claimed me, protected me, loved me.
“I love you,” I say suddenly, the words spilling out before I can stop them. “Both of you. I love you so much.”
Dash sets down the spatula and crosses to me, cupping my face in his big hands. “I love you too, Maddie. More than I thought I could love anyone.”
“I love you,” Finn echoes, sliding his hand into my hair. “You’re everything, baby. Everything.”
We kiss, the three of us, and something settles deep in my chest—the quiet certainty that this is exactly where I belong. There’s no more running, no more fear, no more glancing over my shoulder. For the first time, I feel truly home, safe, and loved. And I know I’m never letting them go.