Chapter 19
Dos
Shid, life was never better. Everything had fallen into place like it was meant to be. After a lot of back and forth, Uno and I decided to sell Nana’s house. It wasn’t an easy decision—hell, that house held generations of memories. But we needed something that was ours, something that fit the life we were building. So, we took the money, stacked it with what we’d been saving, and built a custom ranch duplex on three acres of land.
It was perfect. Our own private world.
Ivy and I lived on one side, while Uno and Crystal had the other. But we weren’t about that “separate” life. Nah. We had a connecting door between the two units, letting us move freely between the spaces like one big ass house. At any given moment, you’d find us kicking it together, eating, laughing, living. And when the moment was right—when the tension in the air got thick and the hunger in our eyes spoke louder than words—well, we didn’t hold back.
That was the beauty of it. No secrets. No shame. Just pleasure.
Ivy and Crystal had grown into the best of friends, a bond deeper than just our shared bed. They supported each other, held each other down in ways that went beyond sex. I loved seeing them together, how they moved in sync, how they looked out for one another. And if I was being real? I got off on the way they enjoyed each other just as much as Uno and I enjoyed them. The chemistry between the four of us was undeniable, and we never fought it—we embraced it.
Ivy didn’t even flinch when Crystal slid up to me one night and kissed me, slow and deep, like she was claiming something she already knew was hers. There was no jealousy, no insecurity—only understanding. If anything, it made Ivy want me more. I caught the way her eyes darkened, how her lips parted just a little as she watched. My girl loved seeing me in my element, and I loved showing out for her.
That was our life. Unapologetic.
And every night, when we locked that front gate behind us, we knew we were exactly where we were supposed to be.
Ivy
Loving Dos and Uno was second nature, like breathing—effortless, necessary, and impossible to stop even if I wanted to. From the moment I became part of their world, I knew I was home. Dos had this way of pulling me in, his energy magnetic, his presence commanding without needing to say a word. And Uno? He was the calm to Dos’s fire, the steady beat to a rhythm that never missed. Uno was comfort, protection, and stability. Together, they were everything I never knew I needed.
Crystal was the bonus. The unexpected gift wrapped in soft curves and sharp wit. She came into our world like she had always belonged, sliding into the spaces between us like she was made to fit. Some women would’ve seen her as competition, a problem to fix, or a threat to their place. But I wasn’t most women. I saw her the way she was meant to be seen—an extension of us, another pulse in the same heartbeat.
Our new home was more than just a house; it was a sanctuary, a place where we could be exactly who we were without explanation or apology. Dos and Uno had built it with that in mind—two separate units, a shared wall, and a door that was never locked. Because why would we ever need barriers between us?
Nights were a blur of tangled limbs and whispered confessions, heat rising between us like a steady flame that never burned out. Some mornings, I woke up curled against Dos’s chest, his arm heavy around my waist, only to find Crystal and Uno sprawled on the other side, their breathing slow and deep. Other nights, the lines blurred so much that they no longer existed, and we let our desires lead.
I loved the way Dos looked at me, his hunger always simmering just beneath the surface. And I loved the way Uno steadied me, held me like he could read every unspoken thought running through my mind. But what I loved most was that there was no need to choose—no pressure to be one thing when I could be everything.
Crystal understood that. She didn’t come between us; she wove herself into the fabric of what we had. When she pressed against me, her lips warm and searching, I never hesitated. When she touched Dos, slow and deliberate, I didn’t feel jealousy—only heat. And when Uno stretched her walls, I felt her joyous pain because I knew what that feeling was. It was beautiful to watch.
Because this was ours. Unconventional? Maybe. But perfect in a way that only we could define.
And I wouldn’t trade it for the world.