LANA
ONE MONTH LATER:
“Well, here we are.” Michael looks at Olivia, smiling. “Do you want us to come in with you and help you find the classroom?”
She slips the strap of her backpack over her shoulder. “No, that’s okay. I think I can figure it out on my own.” Olivia turns to give me a tight squeeze. “I’ll be okay, Mom. Don’t worry,” she says, seeing the apprehension in my eyes. I swear, sometimes the girl is too smart for her own good.
“I’m not worried. I just hope you have a good day, that’s all, baby. I love you,” I whisper as I let go.
I gnaw on my lip as she hops out, her black hair pulled back in an elegant bun, her uniform freshly pressed. She looks so grown, and I have to fight the urge to tear up.
Olivia walks up to the teacher at the front gate, says something to her, and gives us a quick wave before following her into the large entrance hall of Wellington-Meade.
I sigh.
“This is going to be like a cake-walk for her, I’m sure,” Joseph says, leaning over and placing his hand on my knee.
“It’s not the school work I’m worried about. What if she gets made fun of? What if the only people she ends up being able to converse with are the teachers? She needs to have friends who are on her level and I –”
“You should just sit back and relax, Lana. She’ll be fine. Olivia may be smart but she’s also full of common sense. She’ll figure things out one way or the other. And she won’t be the only child beyond her peers in Wellington-Meade, either,” Michael says.
Maybe it’s just because things seem so peaceful and well, normal, after everything that happened with Javier, that now I’m waiting for the next hurdle to leap. I’ve been so busy running, having to stake my claim just to fight for my daughter, that I’ve barely had time to stop and smell the roses.
Before we left Colombia, we came to a tentative peace. Under supervision obviously, Javier would be able to see Olivia, granted he followed our agreement to the letter. Knowing that Michael and Joseph went so above and beyond for me and Olivia and that we were able to leave on a positive note, meant less stress for me. So maybe I should try and enjoy it…
“We have a surprise for you,” Michael says to me, the corner of his mouth quirking up as Joseph knocks on the partition between us and the driver. “Please take us home, Gus.”
“What kind of surprise?” I ask. The only kind of surprise I want, is a nap, quite frankly. Mrs. Heston’s given me the day off to see Olivia to her first day at school.
A mischievous grin spreads across Joseph’s face. “You’ll see.”
Michael pulls something out from one of the cabinets where he keeps the liquor and wine stocked, and I narrow my eyes at him as he produces the black blindfold, holding it up in front of my face.
“Really? Is this really necessary?” I mumble but he’s already tightening it around my face so that I can’t see a thing. So much for a nap. “What’s with the blindfold?” I ask, unable to keep the grin off my face. That is until I feel fingers grazing at my throat, working their way up my jaw.
I kiss at the fingertips, and suddenly my nerves are thrown into overdrive, my skin breaking out in goosebumps as another hand slips between my thighs to push them apart.
My breathing gets heavy, but oddly enough, I realize something the longer we drive, even with Joseph and Michael teasing me.
The sound of the city dies away, and outside there’s nothing but the road, and from what I can tell, we’re not stuck in traffic.
When the limo starts to slow, I tilt my head, trying to listen better. “Where are we?”
“I already told you,” Joseph says, untying the blindfold slowly. “We’re home.”
The door opens, and Michael is already holding his hand out for mine, a nervous smile on his face as I slip out of the car and into the blinding sunshine.
We’re standing in front of an elaborate, beautiful house, surrounded by lush greenery, gorgeous gardens everywhere I turn, and even a cute white picket fence that leads to the backside of the grounds. It’s within a gated property, but it’s still beautiful.
I gasp. “I don’t understand?”
Michael scoops me up into his arms unceremoniously. “Allow us to explain the best way we know how.”
Joseph leads the way to the front door, unlocking it by putting in a special code. Inside, I’m shocked to see just how cozy and inviting it looks. “Is this some kind of rental for the night? I’ll need to go pick up Olivia and—”
Michael and Joseph both chuckle. “No. You won’t have to worry about picking her up anymore. She’ll be brought here from now on, no problem. After all, this is her home.”
My eyes widen and I’m about to launch into the millions of questions I have, but Michael cuts me off with a deep kiss, his tongue sliding against mine. He pulls away so that he can watch where we’re going, following behind Joseph into a large bedroom. But instead of the bed, I’m being set down on a hard surface, surprised to see the huge master bathroom with a gorgeous walk-in shower complete with two benches and three shower-heads. Michael pulls the hem of my shirt up, a wicked grin playing at his lips as he tosses it behind me. Joseph’s fingers work quickly at the zipper of my jeans, and they lay me back so he can pull them off, leaving me in my bra and panties, drawing in ragged breaths.
“Can I have a turn?” I whisper, sliding off the marble countertop. They both nod, and I place my hands on their chests, feeling their hearts racing under my palms. How on earth did I get so lucky?
I start by taking their shirts off, ogling them openly and without any pretense, running my hands over their chest, their abs, until I slip my hand into Joseph’s gray sweatpants while unbuttoning Michael’s slacks. Both of them groan under my touch, and I feel more powerful, my hands wrapped around their thick cocks.
These are my men. All mine.
“Fuck, Lana,” Joseph hisses, shoving his pants down.
“Perhaps you could use a nice hot shower?” Michael suggests, pure hunger in his blue eyes. His fingers are already tugging at my panties as I nod, while Joseph gets behind me and undoes the clasp to my bra.
I slip the straps off my shoulders and draw in a startled breath as Michael’s fingers lightly trail over my mound.
Turning the shower on, Joseph beckons for us to join him, and pulls me in by my hand.
Water sluices down my front, and I gasp as they take turns washing me slowly with the soapy loofah, Joseph taking extra care of my round ass from the back, and Michael using his fingers in the front. Michael explores my mouth with his tongue, while Joseph reaches around and parts my folds, his teeth grazing my earlobe.
I spread my legs wider to give him access, but instead, he pulls his fingers back for a moment. I want to whine for him to come back, until he pushes me to bend down, his thick cock plunging deep inside of me in one quick shove.
I don’t know if I’ll ever be able to get used to this. The comfort of surrendering to these two men who have shown me how hard they will fight for me and my daughter, the sheer pleasure they give me.
Everything between us is so fluid and instinctual. I play with Michael while Joseph pushes his way inside me from behind. Michael’s fingers are between my legs, maximizing the pleasure his brother is giving me. Right from the first moment that they kissed me together it was this way, as though the three of us were destined to be together always. When I think about all those months I pushed them away. All the days I fought with my own desires and pushed the way they made me feel down deep, pretending it wasn’t real.
I fought so hard to keep my heart safe, not realizing that between them they can cradle it with more care than I’ve ever known.
Pleasure coils up deep inside of me, before Joseph yells out, releasing every pent up thing inside me.
“Baby,” he gasps through his labored breaths. “I want to taste you, Lana.”
I’m spun around to face him, and Joseph carefully gets to his knees, propping my foot up on one of the built-in shower benches. Behind me, Michael slips his cock between my thighs, slowly pushing the thick head of him into my entrance.
He takes his time, his rhythm deliciously slow while Joseph licks my clit into sweet oblivion, holding my hips in place.
I’m caught between so many amazing feelings, everything in me building up, pushing me higher and higher, until—“Oh my god, yes!” I scream, my whole body shaking as I come hard, pulsing around Michael’s thickness, turning into a practical puddle as he fucks me faster, gripping me harder.
“Shit,” he mutters, shoving himself deep into me one more time before I feel him dripping down the backs of my parted thighs.
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I groan. “Ugh, I can’t believe it’s already three o’clock. We should probably get dressed.”
Michael rubs my shoulder, pressing a light kiss there. “Probably.”
“There’s something else, though. Another surprise,” Joseph says, leaning into my hand as I run it through his thick mess of hair.
“Another one? Seriously? If you say Disneyland…”
But they both sit up, and I slowly do too, watching the looks on their faces. “What is it?”
Stretching to reach something, Michael sits holds it behind his back, nodding to Joseph.
Joseph takes a deep breath as Michael produces a small teal box. “Lana…we’ve told you how we feel. We both love you and picturing a life without you in it is the very last thing I want to do. Will you be ours, Lana? For now and always?”
And just like that, the final puzzle piece feels like it’s fallen into place.