I’ve been happy before, but I don’t think anything compares to what I’m feeling right now.

It all worked out. Everything seemed stacked against me – against us – but the stars aligned and we’ve made it.

And now here we are.

Just the three of us.

“Time to celebrate, boys,” I chuckle gently, looking from one to the other, my heart drumming wildly inside my chest. More than lust, there’s passion and love running through my veins. There’s happiness, there’s joy, and all the good things everyone deserves to have in their lives.

“A celebration, huh?” Scott whistles, coming up to me and resting his hands on my waist.

Grabbing me, he pulls me into him and crushes my mouth with his, his tongue parting my lips and wrestling against mine with a kind of unbridled fury. As he kisses me, he pushes me back against the wall, pinning me there. His arms go around my waist and he grabs me by the ass, his long fingers squeezing my cheeks as our lips remain locked together.

“I want you so fucking much,” I hear Brad say, and I open my eyes to meet his gaze. He’s leaning against the wall, right next to me, and his parted lips tell me that he’s waiting for his turn.

I don’t like to keep anyone waiting.

Pulling back from Scott, I throw one arm around Brad’s neck and pull him into me, my mouth hungrily looking for his. We lock lips, and I close my eyes again as we surrender to a passionate kiss, one brimming with lust and love.

When all this started out, I never thought I’d end up falling in love. But that was silly of me. How could I not fall in love with men like these? They’re perfect in every sense of the world – their bodies, their minds, their souls. Everything in them seems to have been designed to make me happy.

“You’re mine,” Scott whispers against my neck, kissing my soft skin and pulling it between his teeth.

“And mine,” Brad breathes against my lips, one of his hands grabbing at my breasts, my nipples hardening against the inside of my bra.

“And you,” I smile, pulling back from them and looking from one to the other, “are mine.”

“I couldn’t put it any better,” Brad grins, and with that he presses his body against mine. I can already feel his erection against my inner thigh, his cock like a wild animal that can smell its prey. Except in this case the prey wants to be devoured, and that as quickly as possible.

“Fuck me. Fuck me hard, and fuck me now,” I find myself saying, my forehead pressed against Brad’s as the words leave my lips.

“What? No foreplay?” Scott teases me, moving fast and sliding one hand under the hem of my dress. His fingers go straight to the wetness between my legs, and he presses the palm of his hand against my pussy. The moment he does it, a loud moan leaves my lips, the sound of voice blanketing whatever thoughts still floated inside my mind.

I open my mouth to reply to Scott, but I don’t find the words. I just moan again, and then again.

“I love the way you moan, Kayla,” Brad tells me, nibbling at my bottom. “I could hear you moan and scream all day long.”

“I agree,” Scott chuckles, and with that he grabs my thong and flicks it to the side. Without a moment’s hesitation, he slides his index finger inside me and curls it upward until it meets my G-spot.

The moment I feel the pressure in there, it’s as if my spine has turned into a column of fire. I feel my flesh burning, my eyes roll in their orbits, and I throw my head back against the wall.

“Fuck,” I hiss, my pussy tightening around his finger as I come.

Hell, this was fast.

“Someone’s ready,” I hear Brad say while Scott slides his finger out of my pussy.

My eyes are still closed, but I hear the sound of a belt coming undone, and a zipper being pushed down. Next thing I know, I feel a thick cock pressing against my inner lips, and I open my eyes just in time to see Brad grinning as he thrusts.

“OH GOD!” I moan again, throwing my arms over his shoulders as he drives all of his inches inside me. Needing more than to feel just one man, my right hands darts to Scott’s waist and I try to unbuckle his belt clumsily.

I manage to do it somehow, keeping my focus while Brad thrusts over and over again, and I push both his pants and boxers down. Scott’s cock springs free in a fraction of a second, slapping the back of my hand hard, and I just grab his shaft and start stroking him as hard as I can.

With one cock in my hand and the other inside my pussy, I finally close my eyes and throw my head back once more, simply savoring the moment. For someone that wasn’t that sure about threesomes, I think I’m doing pretty well.

“Harder, harder, harder,” I repeat over and over again, saying it so many times that the word ‘harder’ simply loses its meaning. Not that I need to worry – Brad has heard me, and he’s not the kind of guy to ignore a request like that.

Moving his hips as fast as is humanely possible, Brad drives his cock so deep into me that I have no other option but to jump up. He reacts fast, grabbing me by the ass and pulling me up and into me. I lace my legs around his waist, his cock buried so deep inside me that I see fireworks going off behind my shut eyelids. I sway my hips hard, matching the rhythm of his thrusts.

“I’m going to....” I trail off as a violent tightness takes over my chest, my heart shrinking as pleasure wraps itself around it.

Sweet mercy, have I died and gone to Heaven?