by Dani René
“I knew it,” Nix boasts with a smile. “I fucking knew you and Ethan were a thing.” There’s no anger, no judgment, just pure happiness on his face. Nixon has always been the serious one, a loner, but since he’s been with Rowan, something in him has changed, but only slightly.
I turn my gaze to Hayden, waiting for him to say something, anything. But he just sits there for a moment before he finally smirks. “A true fucking Pearson,” he says. “Dad would’ve been proud that you snagged yourself two amazing people to share your life with.”
My chest aches at his words. Sadness races through me, and I have to blink back the tears. I fucking miss Eric Pearson, the asshole he was, and wish every day he was still here.
“Thanks, guys, and thank you, Ro.”
“I’m so glad that’s outta the bag,” Cam chuckles. He lifts a glass of lemonade to his lips and takes a long gulp. When he sets it down, everyone’s eyes are on him. “What? I can keep a secret.” This time, he offers us a wink that makes us all laugh.
I glance at Ethan, who’s smiling widely. Rowan is hugging him, but his eyes are on me.
“So, when do we get to meet Camila?” Hayden questions, grabbing a beer from the fridge.
“Soon. We wanted to do this first, but she’ll come home with us for Thanksgiving,” I tell him. I want her to meet the family, to meet the Pearsons and the Kingstons, because soon, she’ll be a part of us. Let’s just hope we don’t scare her away.
Chapter Twenty-Three
Camila
One Month Later
Since they’ve been home, it’s been a whirlwind of school, spending time in the ocean with my surfboard, and being in my new home. Ethan and Brock returned from their vacation to ask me to move in with them. Even though we’re taking it slow, the past month has been amazing.
My father was unsure at first, but when he met the boys, he could tell how much they cared about me. There wasn’t anything he could fault them on, and trust me, he tried really hard to.
Santiago Alvaro is not an easy man to please, but with Brock and Ethan’s connections to Four Fathers Freight, he was visibly interested in doing business with Hayden and Levi. The sun is already high in the clear blue sky and there isn’t a cloud in sight as I watch Ethan and Brock fight it out on the waves. They’re both on their surfboards, and I settle onto one of the patio chairs to watch my two men enjoy themselves.
I never thought being in a relationship with them would be so fulfilling. Growing up, it was drilled into me to find a nice Spanish boy, get married, and have a few kids, so to me, this is far outside the norm. They give me everything I need and more—so much more.
Watching them together, so in love, only makes me love them more. We haven’t said it yet, but I know soon enough, those words will slip from my lips and I’ll confess my feelings to them. I love them both in their uniqueness. Brock, the cocky, blue-eyed, rough-around-the-edges one, and Ethan, the brown-eyed, sweet talker.
So different in their personas, but so similar in the way they love me. And I know they do. I see it in their actions, in the way they look at me, touch me, and the way we make love.
They’re walking toward the apartment, both sets of eyes on me, and I offer them a wave. Moments later, the front door opens and clicks shut.
“Good morning, sweetheart,” Ethan greets, placing a soft kiss on my cheek, his hair still dripping. It’s almost shoulder-length now, and I can tangle my fingers through it while his head is between my legs.
“Did you have a good surf?”
“Yeah,” Brock responds as he kisses my forehead. “There was one fucker of a wave that knocked me on my ass,” he tells me, flopping into the chair opposite me. His blue eyes are even more piercing in the sunlight.
“I missed it,” I pout, laughing when he flips me the bird. What I love most about them is they don’t treat me like a fragile little girl. I’m their equal. Even with all their alpha macho actions, they make me feel like one of them. They respect my opinion.
“What are we doing today?” Brock questions, glancing between the two of us. It’s only eight in the morning, and I planned on lazing around and doing nothing today.
“We could…” Ethan’s voice lowers to a whisper, and both sets of eyes are on me. There’s nothing innocent in either one.
“What?”
“Just thinking,” Brock says.
Ethan winks. “About you.”
“Naked,” his best friend finishes.
“Oh? And what would happen if I were?” I ask coyly, reaching for the buttons of one of Brock’s dress shirts, my fingers deftly undoing them one by one, allowing it to fall open. When I woke up this morning in an empty bed, I didn’t bother getting dressed, just threw a shirt on.
“We’d have to take you into the living room, because we wouldn’t want anyone seeing you, or hearing you scream our names.” Brock’s voice is filled with heated confidence.
“And then?” I ask, rising from my chair. Turning toward the apartment, I slip the material over my shoulders and let it fall to the floor.
Two deep growls rumble from behind me, and I can’t help a squeal when arms wrap around my waist. Ethan. He lifts me up and stalks indoors until I’m at the large sofa. When he sets me down, his mouth crashes to mine in a kiss so hungry and feral, it steals my breath.
“Sit,” he orders as he pulls away. Brock is behind me on the plush cushions, stroking himself through his shorts.
I settle on Brock’s lap, my back to his front. Ethan positions my feet, one on either side of Brock’s legs, opening me to him. He drops his head between my thighs, and his hot tongue laps at my core, licking and suckling on my clit.
I look down to meet those dark eyes that peek up at me as he devours me. This is how I wake up every morning, either blue or brown eyes watching me.
“Oh, oh, God,” I cry out when Ethan dips two fingers into me and crooks them to hit that spot inside me that has my toes curling and my hips rolling against him, riding his face like I would either of their cocks. Brock’s fingers tease and taunt my nipples, and I can’t hold back my release.
Pleasure zips through every inch of my body. My nerves are alight, and my blood is hot, burning through me. Everything becomes white noise when Ethan frees his best friend's cock and nudges it against my pussy.
“Ride him,” he orders, his mouth working Brock's cock and my pussy. The sight is so ilicit, I slide down on the thick erection, opening myself further, stretching me to the point of pain, but it’s far from agony, it’s pure bliss.
My body rises and falls as I bounce on his cock like a woman possessed. I’m needy and dripping on the tongue of the man I love while being impaled by the other.
Three hearts.
Three souls.
One forever.
“I love you both,” I cry out as my body pulses and I soak both men in my juices. Ethan smirks at me after he drinks every drop.
“We love you too,” Brock confirms. Ethan nods, and I’m lost to euphoria.
Epilogue
Ethan
It’s always just been my dad and me. No one else could replace the empty space my mother left. It was our world, and he taught me how to survive in it. I thought I’d become cold, and for a while, I was.
I didn’t think about loving someone else.
I never saw myself finding a permanent sense of happiness. It was too far-fetched, but I was just short-sighted. My forever is not with one, but two hearts.
They’re in the water, both on their surfboards, and I watch her for a moment. Camila walked into our lives when we needed her. Her long, flowing hair loose as it hangs down her back, stopping just above her pert little ass. Her tiny pink bikini covers her, barely, but she’s feisty and won’t allow us to tell her what she’s not allowed to wear.
Her smile is bright as she looks over at my best friend. And that’s what I love about her. That smile. Those eyes. And her strong personality.
Brock always tells me I saved him, but he doesn’t real
ize just how much he saved me. How he made me fall when it was the last thing on my mind. It wasn’t that knowing kind, where your eyes meet and that’s it. No, we gradually become each other’s board, weathering the waves together.
We face a new life now. Three of us. A forever with three hearts that not only love unconditionally, but three bodies that experience pleasure in a way two people can ever come close to. Perhaps I’m biased. Yes, I believe I am.
My gaze flits to him—Brock Pearson. His dark hair is wet, shining in the sunlight as he looks over at Camila—our girl. His body is filling out, toned, tan, mine.
It’s not conventional.
It’s not your everyday type of romance.
But when the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree, how could Brock and I ever have anything less than unique?
* * *
Brock
It’s Ethan’s birthday today. I wanted to do something special—to offer him a gift he’ll never forget because he gave me something I will always remember. He gave me my life back. When my heart stopped beating that day, after my father get shot, it was Ethan who put me back together.
I never saw myself in a normal relationship. If I'm being honest, I never saw myself as a forever type of guy. I wanted to be the carefree playboy my father was. He was always my role model, and even though I spent the better part of my time inside every hot girl I could, there was always him.
Ethan was the one person who was a constant. I needed him to breathe, to feel, to experience things I never thought possible. I wasn’t expecting to fall in love with my best friend. It just happened. It was the most normal thing to finally feel his lips on mine, his strong hands gripping me, pulling me closer.
And even though we’ve found love with each other, we’ve found a third heart to love.
Camila.
Her strength, tenacity, and those incredible fucking curves make me want to be inside her all the time. But even though the physical is so perfect, what makes her so alluring is the fire that burns in her eyes.
She doesn’t take our shit. She calls us out and makes us accountable when we need it. Which we do at times.
The door opens, and she strolls in.
“Hey.” Her greeting is accompanied by a small smile.
“Hey, baby girl,” I respond, watching her set the book bag down on the floor. She heads my way to plant a kiss on my lips. Hers mold to mine, as if they were always meant to be there. “So, I’ve been thinking,” I whisper, hoping Ethan doesn’t come home yet. If he overhears my plan, it will spoil the surprise. “Tonight, we should head out for a special dinner.”
“Oh?” She tips her head to the side as she straddles me. “For Ethan’s birthday?”
Nodding, I murmur along her lips, “Yes, and I want you in that red dress.”
“I think I can manage that.” Her smile is bright.
“Go. We’ll leave as soon as he gets home and changes. It shouldn’t be too much longer.” I slap her on the ass, and she squeals, which doesn’t help the hardening of my dick.
I watch her scurry down the hall to the bedroom we all share. Smiling, I turn to my computer and finish up my work. Tonight, I’ll finally cement our relationship.
* * *
Camila
Dinner was incredible. Both guys look like they just walked off the pages of a GQ magazine. Brock dressed in a blue shirt that matches his eyes, and black suit pants, and Ethan's in a gray shirt and black pants. No ties, but with the dress I wore, it matches up.
Brock bought it for me a week ago. The plunging back is revealing, but the front only offers a small glimpse of my cleavage. Thin spaghetti straps sparkle along my shoulders, and the hem stops mid-thigh. It’s sexy, yet elegant.
“I wanted to celebrate tonight,” Brock starts, lifting the champagne flute the waiter filled only moments ago. I lift mine, and Ethan follows suit. “You’re both incredibly special to me, and of course, tonight is Ethan’s birthday.”
We clink our glasses, and I give one of my men a kiss on the mouth. His lips, full and soft, feel warm against mine.
“So,” Brock continues, “in honor of this special evening, I need to say something sappy,” he chuckles. “I don’t do that often, so bear with me.”
“Dude,” Ethan starts with a smile, “no need to be emotional, you know I love you.”
“That’s why I need to say this. So shut up and listen.” Brock rolls his eyes, and I laugh at both of them acting all alpha while still showing how much they care. “I want us to be a forever. To have our own family one day.”
“We will.” My assurance makes him smile that grin that always makes me stomach flutter wildly when he gifts it. Brock Pearson is good looking, devastatingly so, and I can’t believe he loves me. I’m the shy girl from a strict family that couldn’t understand my choice to live with them, but slowly, they’re coming to accept this is our love and life.
It’s not conventional, it’s not something you’ll hear about every day, but it’s real, and it’s mine.
Brock sets two boxes on the table, one in front of me, and one before Ethan. They match, both a deep blue velvet. My heart speeds up, leaping into my throat.
“Open them.” He gestures to the objects with his chin.
I snap mine open, and there, on a sleek silver necklace, is a pendant—a locket. When I click it open, inside is a photo of me sandwiched between both men. We’re on the beach, it was our first surf date after they came out to the Pearson family, along with Levi and Kristyn and soon I’ll be there alongside them at the special occasions as part of the family.
“It’s beautiful.”
“You’re beautiful,” both guys respond in unison, and we all laugh.
Ethan snaps his box open, and there on the velvet is a chain—thicker and wider than my necklace—but this has a pocket watch on it. When he taps the lock, it opens to the same photo in my locket.
“It’s us. Happy. Forever. And when the time is right, we’ll make it official. We’re not sure how, but with time, it will come to us.”
My heart is filled with love and affection. I still sometimes wonder how this will work, and even though not everyone knows about the three of us, we don’t hide the fact that we’re together. There isn’t any room in my life for judgment. It may not be conventional, but it’s mine. It’s real. There’s love between us that nobody can tear apart.
I smile as Brock fastens the chain around my neck. It’s perfect, dainty, but it holds a promise of everything I never thought I needed that's become all I ever wanted—to be accepted for who I am, for the real me I’ve always hidden from my family.
The two boys kiss, their tongues tangling. The sight is erotic, sensual, and I can’t tell what makes me hotter—watching them or them focusing on me.
“Don’t just sit there.” Ethan tugs me closer, and I grip them through their clothes.
“Let’s play.”
Meet the other Sons
***This series should be read in order to understand the plot.***
Nixon by Ker Dukey
Dark Suspense
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I am devious, a dark soul, and son to a dead man—or am I?
I plan many moves ahead to get the result I want.
Her.
Things may be complicated,
but we were always destined for each other.
I’ll protect her from any threat and defend my interests, even if it means going against my own brothers.
My name is Nixon Pearson.
I’m ruthless and deadly, but also devoted.
People may think I’m young and naïve,
but that’s just a mask I wear to fool them.
* * *
Hayden by JD Hollyfield
Contemporary Romance
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I am a hothead, a wild card,
and son to a murdered man.
I crav
e the things I can’t have and don’t want the things I can.
Now, I’m left to pick up the pieces—stitch our family back together with a damaged thread.
This isn’t the life I envisioned. And to make matters worse, the women in our lives are testing the strength of our brotherhood.
My name is Hayden Pearson.
I am the eldest—a protective, but vindictive son.
People may think I’m too young to fill our father’s shoes, but it won’t stop me from proving them all wrong.
* * *
Camden by K Webster
Taboo Romance
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I am intelligent, unassuming,
and the son of two murdered parents.
I’m calculating, damaged, and seek revenge.
I’ll do whatever it takes to further my agenda, even if it means seducing my way into a bed I don’t belong.
Anything to make the ones who’ve hurt me pay.
My name is Camden Pearson.
I am focused, fierce, and power-hungry.
The youngest of four brothers.
People assume I’m the baby, but I grew up a long time ago.
Acknowledgments
Firstly, thank you to Kristi for inviting me on this journey. She’s not only an amazing author herself, she’s a wonderful friend.
To Monica who tirelessly worked out all the timelines and polished up Brock and Ethan, thank you lady! You rock!!
