We won’t make it to the cabin today. I figured as much as Samuel rolls up to the sidewalk outside my apartment. We’re making up for so much lost time, none of us can wait. They want their hands on me. I want them both. My secret is out, and they didn’t give a damn about it. I feel like such a fool for being stuck in my head for so long, tormenting myself over it when they actually get a kick out of those chapters.

Not that there’s anything I could’ve done to put the genie back in the bottle after airing our sex act in fiction. Talk about life inspiring art. I start to think that someday in the future, it’ll sink in and it’s then that they’ll be upset. Whenever that day comes—if it ever does—I’m happy to let them punish me about it. In their bedroom, on their sofa, in the kitchen, or on any flat surface they push me against to take me hard.

It’ll be worth Every. Single. Orgasm.

I lead them into my apartment. They walk in and as soon as the door closes behind Bastian, they pounce on me. Neither of them cares to look around or check out my apartment’s décor. None of those frivolous or polite frills.

I don’t mind.

I’ve been yearning for this, pining after them since the second I hopped into my truck and left them on the brink of danger inside my old cabin.

This is my second chance to do right by them.

To live out whole new fantasies at the hands of the two men I fell in love with.

The men who saved me in more ways than one.

The men who treated me like friends. Like family.

And now that they have their eyes and hand on me, I want for nothing.

And they want me.

With our bodies and minds in complete agreement, I bite down on my bottom lip as Samuel leans against the front door, turning the lock with a loud click of finality. Bastian picks me up and wraps my legs around his waist. I shut my eyes, aware of my dress that rides all the way up my thighs. My back senses the heat between Samuel and me, behind me. Anticipation grows at the thought that only my panties stand between these men and me. Our clothes aren’t going to get the opportunity to come off. Not now. The moment is too full, too lustful, too overdue.

My bare skin will find theirs in spite of the items of clothing that open and hang inconveniently. Samuel’s hand reach around me and make contact with my breasts while Bastian’s cock is hard against my drenched panties, making my core ache and pulsate.

“We’ve been waiting too long for this,” Samuel whispers in my ear from behind, massaging the flesh of my breasts with firm, demanding strokes.

I’ve been waiting too, for this powerfully addictive, insanely intense moment. And so has my pussy. It’s throbbing, tingling, aching with need. All I can do is nod, and when Bastian covers my mouth with his, I know this is the start of our happily ever after ending.

The sound of two zippers opening pierces the air, ramping up my need. I wrap my arms around his neck, and as Bastian shift my panties to one side and jerks his hips, he sinks into my pussy. Samuel follows his lead. He lifts my hips slightly, stretching the fabric of my panties and spreading my ass cheeks as he positions the tip of his cock at my ass. I don’t need either of them to go easy on me. I’m primed and ready after waiting months to be filled. Still, I cry out as he presses the thick, engorged, corded flesh of his cock and buries into my hole in one swift movement. The moan is audible. It cuts through the air, bouncing off the walls and returning to me, ramping up my arousal and theirs.

Samuel shifts the heavy weight of my hair to one side as he inches in deeper. Lowering his face to my skin, he runs his teeth along the spot at the middle of my neck. I missed how he loved doing that to me. My body shudders as Bastian pistons into my pussy. I can’t quite figure out how they’re able to hold me up and still have use of one hand or the other. But they find a way.

I become aware of my legs all of a sudden. My thighs are clenched tight around Bastian’s hips, my calves at his sides, and my ankles lock at his upper back with the thin heels of my strappy shoes digging into his flesh. Every time Samuel pushes in deeper, so do my heels in Bastian’s back. I can’t stop the movement if I try. And when my eyes meet his darkened baby blues in a passionate gaze, he pauses for a moment, braces his body with one palm on the door beside Samuel’s head, and he thrusts into me with punishing strokes.

My mind goes blank from the overload of sensation. Of Samuel anchored in my ass, riding me slow. Bastian in my pussy, taking me hard and fast. It’s more than I can process. But I’ve been so eager for this one, special moment, I immerse myself in it, taking every ounce of pleasure, giving what I can in this very intimate position as I’m cradled and fucked, teased and tormented but my two lovers.

Then Samuel’s lips come to an inch from my ear and he whispers one word.

“Come.”

One word.

One invitation.

One command.

My body unlocks at the utterance, and a moment later, I go over the edge first, then Bastian follows, and soon after, Samuel, filling me with their seed until I’m overflowing.

We’re exhausted at my door, our bodies held upright only by their sheer will. It’s just the start for us. I smile inwardly as the imagery plays at the corner of my brain and gives me more fodder for another book. Like a pub crawl, we’ll make a stop at every watering hole between here and my bedroom.

All night long, hopefully for the rest of our lives.

I like the sounds of that.

It’s sexy and sinful, but beneath it all, I’m in love with two men who love me back completely.

I’m the beauty who tamed my two beasts.

It’s better than any fiction I could ever write.

The END