Gage comes up and kisses me, greedily invading my mouth with his tongue. I can’t see Rhett anymore. Ecstasy threads begin to weave themselves around my consciousness, tightening like a ball of lightning. He keeps rubbing that hypersensitive nub, as Kellan fucks me harder and faster.
This is unbelievable. I am astonished, and I know there is no turning back from here.
Welcoming it all, I hold Gage’s head with both hands, inviting him to stay exactly as he is, kissing me, his tongue wrestling mine. Rhett takes me closer to the peak, and Kellan pumps everything he’s got inside of me.
I cry out, unraveling as lights explode around me. Tightening around Kellan’s cock, making him come inside me, I relish in every pulsing sensation that emanates from my core. Rhett’s hand stays over my pussy, claiming me, while I come down from a mind-shattering orgasm. Gage kisses my breasts, playfully fondling them as I lean back into Kellan—his broad frame holding me up.
My legs are dissolving.
Sparks fly around me.
How is any of this real?
“Holy shit.” A familiar voice makes me freeze. Turning my head slowly, I see Belladonna and Bangles standing on the other side of the creek, their eyes wide and their jaws dropping on the ground.
I feel Kellan pulling out, but he doesn’t move away. What the fuck are we supposed to do now?! They just caught us in the middle of a foursome… and I’m pretty sure we weren’t going to stop here!
Gage clears his throat and stands up. “I’ll handle this,” he whispers, giving me a playful wink. Rhett pulls my dress back, covering my breasts as he neatly ties the laces back up, fires glimmering in his green eyes. I feel Kellan’s strength supporting me, and I know I’m not alone in this.
They’re here, with me, all the way to the very end.
“I think we’ll have to continue this another time,” Rhett says softly.
“Ladies! What brings you here?” Gage calls out to Bangles and Belladonna, who are still gawking at us.
“We… We’ve been looking for you everywhere,” Belladonna says, her voice uneasy. “What the shit is going on here? And with her? Seriously? Ew.”
Gage chuckles. “I know you’ve been looking for me everywhere. I’ve been avoiding you everywhere. Clearly, you didn’t get the hint.”
It’s true. They’ve been chasing him down since he fucked them and Tube Socks right here in this creek. Though, frankly, I can see why they’d be so addicted to him. Gage has a way of getting between a girl’s legs. I reckon Casanova would’ve learned a thing or two from him.
“You’re sick,” Bangles replies. “We thought—”
“You thought you were unique? The only ones I’d fuck? Seriously? You can’t be this daft,” Gage cuts her off. “Now, run along back to camp and find yourselves another dick to pounce on. I hear the sophomores are really coming into their own.”
They curse him out and dash back through the woods, their faces probably on fire. It’s very hard not to laugh, despite the afterglow settling in my lower body, as Kellan holds me in his arms.
“You were kind of mean,” I say, giggling.
Rhett laughs. “They deserved it. If you only knew how vicious and mean they can be.”
“Trust me, for all the shit they said about you when you weren’t around, they got off easy,” Kellan replies. I’d be offended, but I can see why these girls have it out for me, to begin with. I have The Hotshots all to myself, while they still struggle to get a second serving out of Gage.
I am special, indeed. I feel loved and safe.
Maybe this strange thing between us will live past the summer, after all.
Maybe we’ll get to finish what we started here, eventually.
A girl can only hope, basking in the sun as it shines down through the rich oak crowns.
31
Elly
Mom was by my side when I woke up in the hospital.
She told me the official story, which I know barely scratches the surface of everything that has happened. Kyle Perry kidnapped me because he wanted to force himself on me—apparently, he confessed, and now he’s in jail, about to be charged. That’s one more name to add to the sex offenders’ list, but I think he got off easy. Rhett, Gage and Kellan must’ve given him some pretty limited options, and he likely picked the one that didn’t get him killed.
I was kept under observation for a couple of days, during which time only mom came to see me. Upon getting back home, however, I found a huge flower arrangement waiting outside the door, with an envelope addressed to me. Mom figured out who’d sent it, and she tried to sway me away from The Hotshots, but she quickly gave up when she realized I wasn’t even listening anymore, already lost in the letter.
In it, Rhett told me about what happened, urging me to burn every page after I read it. He told me about their suspicions regarding Quinn Flanagan’s death, the cyanide results in Harry Flanagan’s tox screen, the photo he kept of the two of us from summer camp—the photo that led Kevin to confirm his suspicions about me. He told me about how he threatened to kill me if they didn’t back down from the business… about how he and Kellan and Gage avenged these cruel deaths… about how it’s all over.
He closed his letter with an invitation. Even though I burned it, the words still linger in my mind as I walk up the steps of the Flanagan mansion.
“If you still wants us, we’re waiting for you, every day,” he said. “Each of us is ready to do whatever it takes to earn your forgiveness, to get you back into our lives. Each of us is ready to love you and give you everything your heart desires, because all we want is to see you happy and thriving, Elly. None of us lied back in the summer. You’re special. You’re ours, and we’re yours. Maybe we’ll get to finish what we started, this time, and maybe we’ll keep going. You have the reins, Elly.”
It took me a few days to process everything. I still wake up with a start, as if I’m still tied to that pillar in the basement, with Kyle pointing a gun at me. I guess it will take a while for that to retire into the recesses of my mind.
But I’m ready now. Despite the heartache, despite the dangers, despite everything that happened… this is where I belong. I see it now, as I stop in front of the massive double doors. The bodyguards are suited up and tall enough to make me tilt my head back so I can look at them.
“Hi. Eleanor Fox. Here to see Rhett and—”
“They’re expecting you,” one of them replies. “Welcome, Miss Fox.”
The other opens the door for me, and I take a few moments to gather the courage I need. It’s a huge step I’m taking. I want to revel in every goddamn second of it, because my life is about to change again.
“First floor, second door to your right,” the second bodyguard says.
I give him a weak nod and go in, crossing the massive hallway. Everything I might wish to learn about the Flanagans is in here—in the paintings on the walls, the extravagant but tasteful lighting, the decorative objects and the open archways that reveal an even bigger living-room and an equally astonishing kitchen and dining room.
Mom is back home, finally enjoying a real date with Connor. If these two get together, it’ll make things weird with Gage and me—step brother and step sister and whatnot… We’ll cross that bridge when we get there, Elly.
It feels as though harmony has finally settled over Trinity. I know Rhett and Kellan now have full control over the businesses, and that they’re backed by all their allies and partners. I don’t know how they’ll fare with all this, but I trust they’ll hold their own in this world I understand very little about.
My heart swells as I go up the stairs, my heels clicking on the marble.
I’m wearing black lace underneath this cocktail dress, and my chandelier earrings jingle whenever I move. I’ve spritzed a bit of perfume behind my ears, and I wonder if they’ll notice. I’ve never dressed up like this for a guy before—let alone these three. I’m nervous. But I know I’m in the right place, at the right moment.
I find the se
cond door to my right, and I knock twice.
“Come in,” I hear Kellan say.
This is it. Bracing myself, I take a deep breath and walk in. It’s a massive lounge room with sofas and a TV on the wall. There’s a canopy bed on the other side, organza veils hanging loosely from the upper frame.
Rhett, Kellan and Gage are sitting on two of the three couches, gathered around a small pile of documents on the marble and wood coffee table between them. They all look up, their eyes bright and hopeful as they see me. No one says a word for the better part of a minute, while everything I’ve bottled up comes back to the surface, making my pulse hurry… though I don’t know where.
“Hi,” I say, offering a soft smile.
“Hi,” Kellan replies.
They don’t even move, and I don’t know what more I can do to tell them that yes, I’m theirs and they are mine, so I close the door behind me and turn the key in its hole. Exhaling sharply, Rhett gets up and walks over to me, taking me in his arms. He kisses me deeply, and I welcome the taste of him on my lips.
Again, the dynamic between us is changing. The intensity is otherworldly, building up in my chest as he pulls his head back to look at me. Love… Love is what I see in his eyes, and it’s all for me. It’s taking every ounce of strength I have left not to cry right now.
“Welcome home, Elly,” he whispers, then kisses me again.
Before I know it, he’s taking me by the hand and walking me over to Kellan and Gage. They take turns to hug me and kiss me on the lips, as I get reacquainted with their individual, unforgettable tastes.
Rhett is a mixture of tobacco and sweet liquor. The thought of him alone is inebriating. Kellan tastes like summer fruits and honey, strong and tangy. Gage… Gage is playful mint and a faint hint of citrus. I know it’s weird that I taste them like this, but it’s how I choose to remember them. It’s how my body chooses to imprint their existence onto itself.
“We’ve been waiting for days,” Kellan sighs, caressing my face. “I was beginning to think you’d never come.”
“I needed some time to think,” I say, brushing my fingers against the five o’clock shadow on Rhett’s face. I love him. I love each of them. And they love me. It’s an indisputable fact, by now, and I am thankful to have stumbled into this peculiar life.
With everything that has happened, I am still the luckiest girl in the world. I see it clearly, as Gage’s hand slides down my back. We don’t talk much for now. We’re too busy catching up.
As soon as my dress hits the floor, and they get a good look at the thin layer of black lace that covers my breasts and my already-dripping-wet pussy, I know I’m in for the ride of the century. Rhett guides me to the bed, kissing me, while Gage and Kellan slip out of their clothes. There’s a harmony, a sense of order between us, as I lick my lips and unbutton Rhett’s pants.
My breasts ache with desire. Rhett’s breath is rushed and ragged, his lips glistening as he removes my bra and takes one of my nipples into his mouth. The entire experience is hallucinating, as I end up on my back, with Kellan and Gage kneeling on the bed, flanking me.
Rhett goes down on me, ravishing my senses as his tongue wanders between my clit and a very slick and throbbing hole. I raise my head and look at Kellan. As if reading my mind, he moves closer, and so does Gage, so I can work their cocks with my hands, at first, and then with my mouth.
I lose myself, my lips wrapped around Gage’s glistening tip, when Rhett suckles on my clit… I come hard, moaning and whimpering, as Gage pushes himself deeper into my mouth, while my other hand squeezes Kellan’s engorged erection.
Rhett spear me with his full length, and I cry out, as this is merely the beginning.
As we ride the wings of love and ecstasy, as we push one another to new limits, as we give ourselves to one another, I know… I know that this is the happiest I will ever be, and that The Hotshots will do everything they can to make this moment last forever.
And as I unravel around Gage’s throbbing cock, under Kellan’s masterful fingers, and while Rhett spanks my ass, quivering and crying out their names and praying that this be my eternity… I understand that everything I did, everything I didn’t do, everything I had no control over whatsoever…
It led me to this.
There is nowhere else I’d rather be but here, with Rhett… with Kellan… with Gage. This is our forever, no matter how long it lasts. This is us.
THE END
Volume Two
Contents
Prologue
1. Kira
2. Kira
WHEN WE WERE YOUNGER
3. Kira
4. Kira
WHEN WE WERE YOUNGER
5. Elias
6. Kira
7. Kira
WHEN WE WERE YOUNGER
8. Kira
9. Kira
WHEN WE WERE YOUNGER
10. Elias
11. Elias
12. Kira
13. Kira
14. Elias
15. Kira
WHEN WE WERE YOUNGER
16. Kira
17. Kira
18. Elias
19. Kira
20. Elias
21. Kira
22. Kira
23. Kira
24. Kira
25. Elias
26. Kira
27. Elias
28. Elias
29. Elias
30. Kira
Epilogue
Prologue
“Kira! Don’t go too far, honey!”
My mom is always worried about me, especially when we’re out in Central Park. I don’t know why, though. It’s a nice place, with lots of big trees and squirrels and pretty flowers. People in funny and super tight outfits running around. Grownups, mostly, but plenty of kids, too…
I don’t get why she’s always so afraid. I’m not a baby anymore. I just turned six!
The sun is out, and the sky is a beautiful blue. My dad says it’s the perfect day to be out as a family. He’s with mom on a picnic blanket, at the top of a small hill. We drove into Trinity Park from Hampton Heights, where our house is. It’s a huge place, my home. So huge that I sometimes get lost in it, but I always have fun trying to find my way back to the living room. The girls at school say I live in a castle, but I’ve seen castles in picture books. My house doesn’t have towers or… ugh, what’s it called? The ditch with water around the castle… Mot. No, moat! Moat. My house doesn’t have towers or a moat, so it’s not a castle. It’s just a really big house.
Mom says we’re fortunate to have such privileges. I don’t understand that word very well yet, but I’m getting there. Thanks to mom, I’m never really left in the dark, not even when it comes to big words and all that. She’s patient and loving and she explains everything fifty times, if that’s what it takes for me to get it. She says I’ll understand the world a lot better and faster when I grow up. Dad agrees.
“Kira!” Mom shouts after me. I’m at the bottom of the hill. The sun dances in my hair, and there are butterflies everywhere.
“I’m not going far!” I shout back, not letting the butterflies out of my sight.
They’re so pretty! Blue and black wings, fluttering around. One of them is actually orange and white and black… and really big. I follow it around, as it strays from the others. I hear dad laughing, telling mom not to worry so much about me. That she’s too protective sometimes. That I’m a big girl.
“She’ll be fine, Carrie,” he says. “You’ll drive yourself into an early grave if you keep worrying about her like this.”
“I can’t help it. Our only child,” she reminds him.
I know I’m an only child, though I would’ve liked a little sister. But I know they’re not looking to give me one. They say that every Christmas, when they ask me what I want Santa to bring me, and I tell them I want a little sister. Or even a little brother, if Santa’s out of little sisters.
The butterfly takes me around the hill, behind a bi
g family of oak trees and stuffy bushes. I can’t see my parents from here, but I can hear them talking. Mom laughs a lot, especially at dad’s jokes, even though they’re not all that funny—she told me that, once.
A lady is walking her golden retriever as she passes by me. The dog is big and beautiful, with a pale blond coat, similar to the lady’s. I heard something silly once, even though it might be at least a little bit true. Someone said that dogs can look a lot like their owners and in this case, I see what they mean. The lady smiles at me, and I smile back. Her dog scurries forward a little, then moves closer and sniffs me. I bend down and giggle when he licks my face. He’s adorable. I think he likes me.
I’m all slobbery but oh, so happy.
“Can I pet him?” I ask the lady. Mom taught me to always ask when it’s not my dog. The lady nods, her smile getting bigger and warmer. I like her.
“Of course, honey. Sally here is a sweetheart,” she says.
“Sally. So, it’s a girl.”
She nods again, and I pet the top of Sally’s head, gently stroking the back of her neck afterwards. Sally loves it. She wags her tail and… I can swear she’s smiling at me! We should come to the park more often. Maybe I’ll see Sally again.
“Elias, come here, honey,” the lady calls out to a boy. He’s farther behind her, with a remote control and a small monster truck toy. He’s busy steering it straight down the alley. He looks a little bit like her. He’s got her soft green eyes. His hair is blondish-brown and all messy, but it’s kind of cute. His knees are scabbed, like mine and I don’t know why I find it so funny, but I laugh a little as I take him in.
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