Total pages in book: 61
Estimated words: 55445 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 277(@200wpm)___ 222(@250wpm)___ 185(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 55445 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 277(@200wpm)___ 222(@250wpm)___ 185(@300wpm)
This is pure. This is perfection. I never want to leave this moment.
I lean forward, intending to grab the sheets. But turns out two possessive alpha males that just professed their love to you will trap you in with their arms. "I just want the sheets. I want to sleep between the two of you."
They both smile. And then that smile turns into a look between their eyes.
The surprise.
Curious as I am, that's something for tomorrow.
I even yawn. Well, after the workout we just had, that's a totally reasonable response. Sleep is practically the only viable option. They both lay me back down, releasing their grip just long enough to pull the sheets over us. Their hands both wrap over me, my whole body tangled up, legs, thighs, feet, head against chest and back, and I'm cocooned in my two lovers' embrace while I drift into the calmest sleep of my life. I slowly venture toward slumber, savoring the scent of my men. The sensation of their bodies against mine, and the warmth between the three of us. It's almost like the cozy feeling that Christmas used to give me; it's so warm and comforting. But there is now a depth to my happiness, a boundless, infinite amount of happiness. There's no limit or measure for my satisfaction. I hear their heartbeats. Their breathing as it stills. The three of us have never experienced such calm, and now in unison we can all breathe. We belong together. We belong to each other. That makes us free.
I can feel for the first time since this ordeal began, for the first time ever if I'm truly honest, being utterly calm. Peaceful. Content. Nothing is worrying me, bothering me, or twisting me up inside. I'm not afraid of anything. I'm looking forward to the future and content with the present. Done with the past. I can't imagine how on earth I managed to be this lucky. I have not one tall, dark, and handsome prince charming, but two. The wicked desires we share are delicious and perfect together.
Trevor falls asleep first. I'm not surprised. The level of smooth, cool badassery in Trevor is not to be underestimated. But his hand pulls me closer to him, closing over my heart, and I want to cry I'm so happy.
Damien's breathing stills, and he nuzzles into my neck. That's where he belongs. He is the toughest, scariest motherfucker I've ever known, but there's a kind of raw tenderness to him when he touches me that lights my soul on fire.
I'm in love with two men. Two men who are twisted, dark, wicked, and fucking deliciously hot. They are mine. Our story isn't a fairy tale. But to me, it is so much more than that. It is pure perfection.
22
Sarah
"Okay, you can open your eyes," Trevor says, pulling his hands down from my eyes.
My eyelashes flutter open and I adjust to the light again. My men have been making me wait too damn long and now I feel like I just woke up or something. I grab Trevor's hands and pull them down to my boobs, and get him to squeeze me.
A year later, and the three of us are still our own twisted crew, and I can't get enough of them. Of course I want him to squeeze my boobs. I lean back and rub my ass over his cock. I mean, you get a girl naked and hold your hands over her eyes and make her wait? You should expect even more, but I'm a good girl, so that's all there is to that.
Damien comes into my line of sight and everything becomes clearer. He's holding a box. A shiny chest encrusted with gold and sparkling diamonds...wait...
Those are real diamonds on this box. The lock is a sturdy metal. The whole thing is polished and gorgeous.
"We both have a ton of money, sure, but we wanted to use the money we got that day at the Virgin Market...we wanted to use it for the three of us," Damien says, licking his lips in anticipation.
"Yeah, you got me this giant ring," I say, thrusting my hand forward to a three-hearted diamond ring that weighs a ton. I love every second of it dripping on my fingers. I'm curious what on earth could be in this box. The chest is large and expensive looking. So what on earth could it hold inside of it? I remember that the money was a pretty large sum, too.
Trevor grabs a key from the side table behind us.
I hold my breath. This cavernous living room seems small right now. I haven't felt this nervous in forever. Why?
I guess I can feel the weight from Damien's voice. The three of us. Yes. It has been a year of us living together. Fucking together. Loving each other. We have been living a surreal kind of perfect life. So what on earth do I have to feel nervous about? I exhale and watch the chest open and I'm blinded by the light.