Epilogue
THREE YEARS LATER
Henri:
Have you been practicing your French?
Me:
Wouldn’t you like to know.
Henri:
I would. Very much.
Reid:
You’re making her blush.
Me:
He only wants to teach me the naughty phrases.
Henri:
Don’t pretend like it doesn’t turn you on.
What do you want tonight?
You’ll have to tell me.
Otherwise… je ne comprends pas.
Me:
You’re bad.
Henri:
Moi? I'm adorable.
Me:
Fine...
lèche moi la chatte.
Henri:
There she is. Our good fucking girl.
Reid:
Jesus...
I’m already hard, sugar.
Three days turned into three weeks, which in turn glided smoothly into three months.
Now, three years on from that fateful moment on the floor in a bookshop, I can’t help but smile to myself. Life has dramatically changed for the better ever since that day we first met, that Christmas, the morning in the parking lot when Henri and Reid followed after me.
We shared breakfast and our hearts that day, occupying a booth while talking for hours.
Discovering all the minutiae of life that we hadn’t necessarily had time or reason to delve into in the three days prior.
Exchanging stories—our individual wants and wishes laid bare—over endless cups of coffee, plates of crispy bacon, and stacks of waffles bigger than my head.
That day was our chance to lay it all on the line. My two men knew I needed reassurance, to learn about each other in a way that didn’t involve fooling around.
Essentially, we’re living out the world’s longest and sweetest date. One that just… never ended.
Every time we drive past that diner nowadays, we make a point to stop in, even if it’s purely for a tray of to-go coffees. It’s a cute little ritual the three of us indulge in. A footnote in our less-than-conventional love story.
I turn the page of the book resting in my lap.
Truth be told—and apologies to the four dragon shifters and their human they’ve laid claim to—I’m not focusing on their adventures.
An impish grin dances on my lips when I hear the sound of Reid’s truck pulling up outside.
Giving a little glance around, the scene is set perfectly.
Our Christmas tree is decorated, fairy lights give off a warm twinkling glow, and over by the massive windows showing the mountains bathed in a blanket of indigo and stars, burning logs pop and crack with orange flames.
The front door swings open briefly, joined by their footfall and voices carrying across the room.
Stella has been fast asleep, commanding her favorite position as fireplace supervisor, but lifts her head and thumps her tail on the floor in a sleepy greeting, before returning to dreamland.
I keep my back turned to them, knowing they’ll only be able to see the top of my head from where I’m settled in this position.
Reid and Henri know I’m a creature of habit, having developed a love affair with this particular corner of the couch over the past three years.
“Apparently, there’s this sexy little thing who works in the local bookstore.”
I laugh as my cowboy’s heavy footsteps draw nearer. “Oh, really?”
“Unfortunately, she’s finished work for the day, so I’m wondering if you can help me instead? I’m searching for a book… something about tentacles and being stuffed full in every hole?” Reid chuckles, a warm, rich sound that travels straight to my nipples and clit.
Any second now…
His massive frame walks around the end of the couch farthest from me and then stops dead. Judging by the expression on his face, my guy doesn’t know where to look first.
I’ve gone all out. Wearing nothing but Reid’s favorite of my shortest, flounciest skirts, and to add to the effect, I even borrowed his reading glasses to perch on the end of my nose.
While I took forever to decide whether to leave my hair falling in loose waves or not, I happened to catch sight of a red satin ribbon as I was turning the lights on the tree earlier.
My decision was made in a blink to steal it in order to tie a high ponytail with a silly over-the-top bow.
Although I don’t think much, if any, attention is being paid to my choice of hairstyle.
Reid’s gaze can’t stop ricocheting between my bare breasts and the long stockings with red bows pulled up above my knees.
“Fuck me.” He coughs and scrubs a heavy palm over his mouth.
Henri appears beside him, eyes widening ever so slightly in appreciation, as his hungry gaze simply devours me from head to stockinged-toe. “Ma petite chérie. At least give the old man some warning. Quelle surprise. You’ll give him a heart attack being a perfect little slut like this.”
“Can I help you boys with something?” I adjust the glasses and tilt my head to one side, trying my hardest to stay in character. Bookstore hoe, at your service. “Is there a title in particular you’re looking for? You’ve left it until the last minute, shopping this late on Christmas Eve.”
The grin splitting Henri’s face is pure wickedness.
Reid’s hand sinks into his hair, tugging on the roots as he takes a moment to recalibrate.
His focus zeros in on the place where I keep my knees firmly shut, but allow my ankles to slide together.
It’s not hard to pretend. I truly am squirming; the ache between my thighs has my pussy clenching in response.
“I think we might need you to show us some options,” Henri says, voice gone husky.
That’s my man. Immediately playing along with my game, knowing that this is going to be one hell of a good time, not only when it comes to spoiling Reid for Christmas, but also for the two of us.
Giving them a studious look, I flip my book shut and slip off the couch.
“Well, I suppose it all depends on what you’re in the mood for.
” Crossing the room to where those giant bookshelves are filled with an array of spines, it gives me the perfect setting to play out this game.
“Are you seeking for something of a certain length…” I reach out and run my fingers along the neatly ordered row of dust jackets. “Or are you more interested in depth?”
As I choose to linger on a particular book, my fingertip tugs at the top, gently pulling it toward me, before I slowly push it back in.
My lashes flutter heavily, my gaze drops to the side, and I take a moment to slowly wet my lips.
I’m no skilled seductress or natural vixen, but they make me feel like I’m putting on the perfect show.
Their massive frames crowd me from both sides, eagerness and attentiveness rolling off them as their heat surrounds me.
One thing about our relationship is that we’re forever at risk of overheating.
These two are like their own twin-furnace situation.
I’ve lost count of the number of nights I’ve woken up drenched in sweat with their heavy limbs draped over me, gasping for a drink of cold water and needing to fling the windows open.
I wouldn’t trade it for the world.
Here and now, they set my pulse racing in record time.
Henri leans one arm up high on the solid wooden shelves, and Reid is so close I’m sure his fingers just grazed the soft frilly hem of my skirt.
I’m already a mess, my stomach filled with fluttering wings, desire blossoming into a throbbing ache at my core.
There’s no end to how deeply I love both of them, how I love the way they love each other.
“I think the big guy would like something thick… the perfect girth to hit that spot. Something pretty on the outside, with the ability to leave him seeing stars when it delivers just the right amount of plot…” One of Henri’s tattooed hands reaches out to curl a strand of my hair around his forefinger.
The flash of his silver rings will forever leave my knees buckling, I swear to God.
“What sort of pace would you prefer?” My breath comes out in shallow pants as I definitely feel Reid’s fingers slip beneath my skirt. He brushes a soft stroke over the curve of my ass and curses beneath his breath when he doesn’t find anything there except for the string between my cheeks.
“Oh, I know he likes it to be delivered over and over… a nice, slow and steady rhythm, chapter after chapter.” Henri’s words are right at my ear, gusting against my skin.
My nipples tighten, breasts growing heavy and full under the intensity of their dual focus.
Henri’s too good at games like this. It’s taken all of a few minutes, and he’s assumed control. All I needed to do was start the engine, he’ll confidently slip behind the wheel and drive us into a Christmas Eve we won’t forget.
That man can call the shots all day and all night, please and thank you.
“We might not have a book to fit your needs, since we’ve sold out of almost everything.
” I gasp, blood pounding in my ears as Henri gently tugs on my hair.
A move he knows will have a direct connection to leave my clit pulsing and begging.
“It’s nearly Christmas day, and I’m the only one working in the bookstore…
I’m all alone.” As I say it, I let my voice drop into a hushed whisper, a confession for their ears only.
“Is she saying she can’t satisfy our needs?
” Henri directs his attention to Reid, who I’m not sure if he’s gone completely catatonic, or is just playing along with the gruff, silent cowboy routine.
Maybe a little of both. It’s sweet and insanely hot at the same time.
“Now, that won’t do, will it, mon grand? ”
Reid swallows, then makes a ragged, ravenous noise. “We don’t want to leave here empty-handed. What else can you give us?”
My heart does a little frolic with glee that he’s playing along. Not that I didn’t expect him to, but out of the two of them, he’s more likely to prefer kicking back while letting me be the one to tease and put on a performance. My cowboy loves to enjoy the show, rather than play a starring role.