We’ll see about that.
I kept on fucking them. Kept churning and rolling and pumping Marcus into my mouth. God, it felt so dirty! So unbelievably filthy to be doing all this, and not just doing it, but thriving on it as well.
“Unfuckingreal,” I heard Holden say. “Baby… you’re just… unbelievable.”
I couldn’t speak. Couldn’t think. I didn’t have room for either of those things in my brain. All I had was the unstoppable urge to reach my own climax, which was fast becoming less of a need and more of a certainty.
Randall’s hands were claws, digging into my thighs. I felt him shudder. His ass stopped moving, stopping pumping, and I felt him go utterly rigid beneath me.
“Awww FUCKKK!”
He came, and almost instantly I came with him. It could feel us pulsing together. Throb after throb we exploded in an almost violent delirium, our bodies entwined, our eyes staying locked on each other as we remained connected soul to soul.
Holden came next, and just seconds behind us. He slammed his hips forward, screaming and cursing as he emptied himself deep in my ass. In the end he practically slumped over my naked back. As if my body had somehow drained all the life out of him, leaving him totally unable to move.
Marcus finished in his own style, ultimately rolling me onto my back and plowing me without mercy. It was wet. Totally fucking wild. I clenched hard at his broad back, my come-filled pussy milking him on every stroke, every thrust.
“Oh God…” I breathed, gasping for oxygen. “Oh please…”
The others lay panting on either side of me, just watching us fuck. They saw the tears stream down my cheeks. Heard the roar of the big Ranger as he filled me with his own seed, screaming into the little bungalow as he added himself to our combined pool of dripping, glistening, sex.
Everything throbbed. My body was numb and tender and happy — all the same time.
It occurred to me that the bed had finally stopped moving. Everyone was just lying there quietly, clumsily sprawled out, totally spent. Uncharacteristically, for once, without any words.
Oh. My. God.
I was staring up at the Christmas lights, watching them intently. Basking naked and sated beneath their spectral glow.
Of course it was Randall who finally spoke first.
“Sooo…” he said, dragging the word across the silence of the room. “What are we doing tomorrow?”
Epilogue
ANDREA
I was up as usual, sometime past midnight. Wandering our little bungalow. Trying to get my whirling mind to stop spinning so fast, so that I might get at least some rest before dawn.
This time though, my mind was spinning for good reasons only.
I couldn’t believe we were finally free. Free to do what we wanted. Go where we wanted…
Not have to hide ourselves from the people that might have us destroyed.
And I still had my men at my side. Men that were now my boyfriends. We’d gone well beyond calling ourselves a team, and were on the verge of labeling ourselves as something with much more significance.
Something like a family.
I padded slowly over to our little Christmas tree. Randall had insisted upon it. We were only staying a few days, but what was Christmas without a tree? Even a little one. Even—
I stopped abruptly. There was something in the tree. It was small, but there was definitely something there. Slowly I reached in… and pulled out a long, rectangular box decorated with a red ribbon.
It was a present.
I looked under the tree, and saw it was still empty. It was still a few days before Christmas. We hadn’t even decided whether or not we’d be exchanging gifts, or—
“You’ll probably want to open that.”