epilogue 2
EBONY
The guys had purchased Inked Heathens and have been building up the clientele these past few weeks.
A tattoo shop located in the middle of the town centre was their dream, one I was only too happy to help bring to life.
I’ve stuck with my university classes, but my evenings and weekends are always spent here.
“There’s my little warrior,” I tease as Caleb approaches. I can see his leg is still causing him pain, but he tries to hide it. He must see the clipped sadness I feel for him cross my face.
“Give me a week, and I’ll be back to fighting form,” he says salaciously, waggling his brows.
“Jose said you needed rest; no funny business until you’ve healed properly.” He pouts theatrically, so I add, “But blowjobs are still very much on the table.” That comment earns me a devilish grin as I pull him down by his collar and purposefully turn his head to plant a kiss on his cheek.
Cooper hooks a finger under my chin and turns my head to face him, dipping his chocolate-frosted finger between my lips, and I sigh appreciatively. “Promises, promises.”
“Fuck, Dove. Keep that up and this will be over before it’s started,” Caleb growls throatily, and I’m practically giddy at the promise of more of them.
Caleb discards the cake down onto the desk, pulling me towards him by the arms of the chair so our noses are nearly touching. Standing to his full height, my hungry gaze follows his move astutely.
He unbuckles his belt one-handed, sliding the leather out slowly and wrapping it around my neck, tugging the length until the buckle kisses my throat and steals away my air. I rub my thighs together in anticipation, the dull ache begging to be sated.
I go willingly as Caleb pulls me like a pet on a lead over to his tattoo bench.
“Up on the bench and on your knees, Dove.” The order leaves no room for misunderstanding, and I comply eagerly, the hem of my black floaty summer dress caressing my bare thighs. The air in the room feels charged as they crowd me.
“About that blowjob?” Caleb grins as he unbuttons his jeans. He tugs at the belt, and I lick my lips, lowering to my forearms in preparation as my lips part. That familiar delicious ache in my jaw warming me.
I place my hands behind my back at the base of my spine, the rustling squeak of the clingfilm roll music to my ears as Cooper gets to work securing me how I like it. Seems my guy isn’t just handy with rope.
My skirt is lifted over my arse, and Cooper gifts me a hard thwack to my arse cheek.
I relish the burn on my skin, hoping it will leave a mark.
I feel each of the barbells that pierce his cock as he slides into me infuriatingly slowly, his grip tightening on my waist so I can’t throw my hips back to take the entirety of his cock inside me.
“So needy, so greedy.” He guffaws as he arches his back and sinks in to the hilt.
“Pick up the pace, poet boy; I have it under good authority that a birthday dick down means I come hard and fast. Repeatedly.”
“Well, we wouldn’t want to disappoint now, would we?
” Caleb chooses this moment to fill my mouth.
There’s nothing hesitant about the way he thrusts his hips without abandon, filling my mouth with his cock as the piecing clatters against my back teeth before he slides down my throat and groans.
The soul-deep sound reverberating in his chest.
I mentally note to add ‘wilfully spit-roasted and skilled at multi-tasking’ to our bucket list of bedroom antics because there is no such thing as too full where the Knox brothers are concerned.
My lips widen to fit all of him as the skin tugs around my mouth, but I relish the bite of pain that radiates through my jaw.
“So pretty. So perfect.” I preen as Cooper spits the words through gritted teeth as he pounds into me harder from behind.
My release continues to coil inside my belly as his thighs slap against my bare arse, his fingers dimpling my flesh harshly as he rolls his hips.
I groan around Caleb filling my mouth, and we’re all so close.
Fireworks explode in my head as my body shakes.
Caleb is the first to fall over the cliff’s edge as he fills my mouth.
I swallow down every last drop like it’s my life force, screaming around his length as equal parts pain and pleasure ricochet up through my torso, my knees threatening to give way as my skin ripples with goosebumps as I come hard.
Two more strokes inside me and Cooper finishes inside me, the slow measured rocks of his hips as he shudders drawing out flickers of aftershocks at my centre as I flop down onto the bench, wistfully sated as they crowd my body and stroke my skin lovingly.
The flip of his blade through the air as its unsheathed and my restraints are removed.
Everyone sees these men as damaged, tortured, troublesome. I see their light, their ability to love, their openness to pave over my cracks until I can overcome my nightmares.
They have gazed into the deepest recesses of my twisted soul as they celebrate the part of me that was once deemed unlovable and claimed it as theirs.
Eternity and a day won’t be long enough for me to adequately express how perfect we are for one another. Teamwork really does make the dream work.
“Thank you,” I say reverently on a harsh exhale as my heart beats rapidly against my ribs.
Sincerity fills his muddy green gaze as his thumb sweeps across my cheek. “Mind, body, soul, and crazy—you own every inch of us, Dove. You always have.”
They say love heals. Ours didn’t, it devoured and I will continue to let what we have consume me time and time again.
In the ashes of what we destroyed, we found our own twisted brand of love, a place in the darkness where we get to be ourselves, a home where all that matters is the way they whisper my name like it’s the most beautiful sound in the world to them.
Every ounce of pain, i’d endure it all again a million times over - just to call them mine.