"Trevor!" Sarah's wordless mouthing of my name fucking ends me.

Shit, I can't believe how fucking close this got.

I look to Damien, who uses all his composure not to fucking punch me in the face while he does his cool businessman stride toward me.

"Lot 0452 goes to Mr. Trevor Davries for a sum above the reserve by a considerable amount," the auctioneer announces.

Sarah jumps, yeah she fucking jumps, into my arms at that announcement. Some eyebrows are raised around the room about her exit from the block. But I don't fucking care. I grab her tight ass and pull her into a kiss. I finally let her go so that Damien can touch her. I know he needs some relief. The crazed look in his eyes tells me that I showed up at literally the right moment. A few seconds later and some bad shit would've gone down.

Well, some bad shit has gone down.

"Your mother tried to use the money they stole from Damien to buy you," I tell Sarah.

Her eyes narrow. For a moment I wonder if she doesn't believe me, but she circles her arms around Damien and presses her head to his chest. "I can't fucking believe those assholes. It isn't exactly your standard meet-cute, but I've never thought you were a monster." Sarah looks up and cups Damien's face. "Not like they are, fucking degenerates."

"Let's get the fuck out of here. I don't want to think about them anymore. I don't want you to think about them anymore. In fact, I want to get the fuck out of here and not think about a goddamn thing except how good you'll feel between us both."

Sarah's eyes roll back in her head. "I can't wait for that." She bites her lip and looks to me. "Your cocks buried inside me are the only thing I want to think about."

"A wise investment," Damien says with a full-hearted laugh. It's good to hear my buddy laughing. I can practically see the tension melting away from him. Cast that shit off, bro, we're about to bury ourselves inside our girl and fill her up with the cum that claims her. Ours. All fucking ours.

"I didn't just buy her with my money—I made them give all yours back, too, Damien." I say.

Sarah shoots me a playful look of disappointment, but despite her mock chastisement, the happiness glints in her gorgeous eyes.

I lift my hands up in mock surrender. "Okay, no more business. Well, until you find out what we're doing with that money," I say with a wink toward Damien.

"Fuck, we need to get goddamn home now or I'm fucking you here before we even leave the Market," Damien says, pressing his mouth to Sarah's neck.

Damn straight we're both fucking thrilled with our plans for Sarah. She's goddamn ours in every legal, financial, primal way. She's fucking ours...and we're fucking her as soon as goddamn possible.

We head toward my vehicle. Damien and I exchange a glance and he knows to have his driver head off.

Sarah stops walking for a second and stands in front of us. "You aren't going to tell me the surprise, are you?"

"That defeats the purpose of a surprise," Damien says, pulling her closer to him. "Are you sure you're okay with everything about your parents?" He isn't just trying to distract her.

We are both genuinely concerned. And after what they must've went through while I was fucking scrambling to get here? Fuck. I pull the elegant chignon from her hair and admire her gorgeous face. Those strong features are looking back at me now.

"I'm fine. I care a lot more about this surprise than I do about my parents. I'm glad you got Damien's money back though. I can't believe they stole from you Damien. That's not just awful, it's fucking stupid. You can be scary," she says in a hushed whisper at the end.

Damien looks so damned pleased right now I think maybe Mr. Scary could be pushed to spill the secret.

"No more talking on the way home. You'll get the surprise soon enough. Your big scary men are going to take care of you," I say with a darker tone that I know is full of promise. I know my own elation is also evident.

How can I help myself?

Everything got so damned drastically close at the end. All these assholes at the Virgin Market—yes, I know I have been and currently am one of those assholes—were dying to bid on her fine ass. But she belongs to us. We couldn't have it any other way. I didn't have to see Damien to know that he was willing to do anything to keep her because I feel exactly the same way. He would've ran. If I hadn't been able to work everything out with Sarah's parents, well, I fucking would've ran, too. The three of us were a given in that we are a conclusion, a result that must occur. But we three have learned. You can't always just have what you want. Sarah was given to Damien...but it wasn't fucking like that. The three of us had to take each other, and claim each other. Getting the most valuable things in life isn't just about money, though that gets involved. It isn't just about power, though that takes a lot of chance away from a situation. No, it's mostly about fucking fight. About not giving a single goddamn shit about what is right or wrong or otherwise a 'given' because you take what you want.

Sarah wants to be ours. We want Sarah. It's as goddamn perfect as I can imagine anything being, and this is only the fucking beginning.

Don't think for a second any one of the three of us would've let this end any other way.

Because this isn't a fucking end. This is our beginning.