"That was incredible," I say, attempting to figure out how to breathe again. Next would come figuring out how to lift my head.

Or not.

Trevor and Damien press me between them in a perfect sandwich, and I don't need to lift any part of me. Well, maybe I wiggle my ass a little. Wrap a leg here, and an arm there. I can't help myself, despite how much we'd just fucked, I want to cuddle my men.

"Yeah, the first of many, many incredible moments to come," Trevor says.

I look into his eyes.

That was everything I needed to hear.

Damien kisses my forehead. "You're ours, forever. That's what you want?" He has to confirm. The man who makes me cum so hard, who whisked me away from my shitty parents and taught me what lust could be.

"That's what I need. I need you both."

Damien buries his face into my neck. "I'm happy to hear you say that. The only thing Trevor knows how to share is a woman, but you're different. You're everything. I think you're the only thing I've ever needed."

"I never thought that when Damien and I started fucking widows and cougars we'd have something so pure for ourselves," Trevor says, running circles over my thigh and grinding his cock against my ass.

"Pure?" I laugh. "I do every manner of filth with the two of you. My thoughts and actions are far from pure." I thought they'd know that by now. I'm not a virgin. There's no market to worry about, and they claimed that status some time ago. I'm not a good, innocent virgin anymore.

"No," Trevor says, now purring against the other side of my neck. "You're pure perfection. Made for us. You're the dark, light, happy, and heavy everything that compliments our souls."

Tears well up in my eyes.

"We love you," Trevor says, continuing the words that make my heart light up like a sunrise.

Now the tears are falling. Happy tears. There's purity here right now—in how pure the joy I feel is. In how the emotion overwhelming me makes me at once numb and full of sensation.

Damien scoops up a tear, and looks me in the eyes. "Yes, I love you so goddamn much. You stole more than my cock when I met you. You stole my fucking heart."

"You're the best thing in my life. I love you," Trevor says he loves me again, but just him. I knew when he said 'we' that was one thing, but my heart is swelling even more at these two I love you's from my two men.

"I love you both so much," I say. I swipe the rest of the tears off my face with the backs of my hands. "I love you, Damien," I say, kissing him. Then I turn to face Trevor. "I love you, Trevor." I kiss him. Then I lie flat between them. "You two make me happier than I ever knew I could be. My life before you was empty. Unsatisfying. But needless to say, with you, I'm filled. I'm fulfilled. I'm more happy than I ever knew that I could be."

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.