“Now be a good girl and come for us.”
Those words in my ear were the last I could take, and with a scream, I came. I could feel Foster groan as his cock suddenly throbbed deep in my ass. His hot cum filled me as I went limp against them, my eyes squeezed shut and my mouth open in another scream as the feeling of the two of them filling me over and over again sent me crashing over the edge.
“Switch.”
I gasped as the men suddenly pulled out of of me and rolled me over. Foster moved to one side, his chest heaving and his eyes glued to me — hooded in lust — as he watched his two friends move to either side of me. I whimpered as I felt Zane move between my legs, pushing my knees up and apart as he pushed his cock against my dripping wet lips and sank inside. Gareth moved next to my head on his knees, stroking his cock as I licked my lips and reached for him. I sucked him deep inside, my tongue swirling over him. I could taste my pussy on him, and the dirtiness of it all had me moaning for more as I slurped at him eagerly.
Zane’s cock began to pound me, his balls slapping against my ass as he fucked me. He threw my legs over his shoulders, crouching over me and fucking me hard and deep. I’d just come, but I could already feel the second one rushing up to take me under.
Gareth’s eyes burned hungrily into mine, holding my gaze as I bobbed my lips up and down his cock. I could feel Foster move next to me on the other side, his one hand skimming over my belly and his fingers finding my clit as he stroked his cock with the other. His thumb rolled over my clit again and again as his friend fucked me with deep, powerful strokes, all while I moaned like a woman possessed around Gareth’s thick cock.
I thought of that first night with them. And the second. I thought of being taken, and the hell I’d found myself in. I thought of the journey the three of us had gone through together, the nightmare we’d had to endure and save each other from to arrive right here.
I’d have never made it out of that place without these men. And I didn’t just mean the physical act of them pulling me out of there, I meant the deeper part. I meant the part where I’d connected with them on a much deeper level.
But there, on that hill, with the three of us connecting in so many ways and just letting ourselves be one with each other, I knew I wasn’t scared of it anymore.
I wasn’t scared to admit I loved them.
Just to say it out loud.
Foster leaned in close to my ear, biting my skin and pushing me so close to that edge. “Fuck do you look beautiful right now,” he groaned as he stroked his cock, his fingers still on my clit. “You look so fucking beautiful, and I can’t imagine not being with you right now. I can’t imagine ever being without you, actually.”
I could feel my heart pounding in my chest, all my emotions and the physical rush of the three of them swirling together in one focused moment.
“I love you, Cassandra,” he suddenly murmured into my ear.
“I love you too, Cass,” Zane whispered as he moved lower over me, my legs still over his shoulders. “God do I fucking love you.”
“We all love you,” Gareth groaned, stroking my hair.
“You don’t have to say shit back,” Foster groaned, still stroking himself as he met my eye. “You don’t have to say a thing back, but you need to know that. We fuckin’ love you, and all three of us are yours.”
It was like the whole world went still, frozen on it’s axis as we all went still.
“I— I love you too.”
I said it quietly, realizing as the words left my lips how deeply I meant them.
Foster shook his head. “Seriously, don’t think you have to say anything back—”
“Shut up.” I grinned up at him, his hard look suddenly cracking into a smile. “Shut up because I love you. I love all of you. And I don’t know what the hell that means, or if you guys are all going to get jealous of each other and this whole thing is going to end up a big mess, but that’s it.” I glanced around at the three of them, each in turn. “I love you, and that’s all I know. That’s all I have to know, for now.”
Foster kissed me first, claiming my lips hard before Gareth leaned in and pulled me away to do the same. Foster kissed me last, taking his time before sitting back.
“Now please make me yours,” I whispered.
Zane’s eyes roared with a fire as he grabbed my ass and rocked his cock deep into me. I moaned, eagerly reaching for both Foster and pulling Gareth into my mouth. It was like a switch had been thrown, and the three of us suddenly went into overdrive. Zane growled like an animal as he fucked me hard and deep, his hands grabbing my ass as he buried himself balls deep again and again. My tongue swirled over Gareth as my hand pumped Foster, and the sound of three masculine moans oozing over me as my body slowly went to pieces was all it took.
I went off like a bomb, the orgasm tearing through me like a hurricane. Foster bellowed as he came, sliding in deep and filling my pussy with every drop of his cum. I felt Foster tense, his big cock swelling in my hand before he grunted, his cum splashing hot across my skin. Gareth’s jaw went tight, and he tossed his head back and gasped as he filled my mouth with warm, salty cum.
I was shaking as they pulled me into them, gasping for air as all three of my men surrounded me with strong arms, light touches, feathered kisses, and whispered words of love.
The sun went down, the moon came up, and we didn’t move an inch. Just me and my three outlaws, laying under the stars and knowing that what we had something unlike anything else. People were going to talk, and we were going to all have to learn what this meant together — what three men all loving one woman equally as hard meant, one day at a time.
But I knew, and I knew they knew, that it was worth it.
Epilogue
The medals hang together on the plaque we’d hung them on four years earlier, on a shelf in the office downstairs. Not on the mantle, not proudly displayed on the living room, or by the front door.
They’re there, but they’re private — exactly where my three men wanted them.
They’d been given by no less than the deputy director of the FBI, a week after we’d landed the Sheik’s private jet at Norfolk International Airport, in Virginia, for “courage and bravery in the service of defending the laws of their country.”
Foster, Zane, and Gareth — outlaws their whole lives who wanted nothing to do with the “laws of their country” wanted to throw them away. They swore up and down, almost refusing to even attend the ceremony until I begged them to do it for me and for making a good first impression for my mom. That they agreed to.
But to them, acting the way they had back at Mitch’s warehouse hadn’t been about “defending laws” of any kind. They’d acted because of their hearts.