by Beck, J. L.
Epilogue
Stella
“You have your book, folder, calculator, and pencil?” Cameron asks for the third time.
“Yes, I already told you,” I smile back at him, tapping my bag.
“I know, but I want to make sure. Professor Barkley is a pain in the ass. It’s one of the hardest classes. You sure you want to start with that one? I can still get you out of it.”
“I like math, and numbers always came easy to me. I got this, Cam.”
“Leave the girl alone, Cam. She is smarter than both of us, and you know it,” Easton chimes in, throwing his arm around my shoulders. He kisses my forehead before continuing, “Don’t worry, you’ll do great, babe.”
It’s been a few months since the whole Paul thing happened, and my life has changed drastically since then. For the first time since my parents died, I am looking forward to my future, and I’m completely and utterly happy. Which is something I thought I would never be able to say again.
“Go, or you’re gonna be late,” Easton lets go of me and gives me a gentle shove toward the door. “We’ll meet you at the coffee shop by the library after, okay?”
“Okay,” I smile, waving at both of them before heading into my very first class at Blackthorn. As soon as I had mentioned my desire to go to college, the guys signed me up for classes. I told them I couldn’t afford it, of course, like always, money wasn’t an issue to them. I didn’t see one bill for my classes. Cam and Easton took care of everything. All I had to do was pick the classes I wanted to take and bam.
Walking into the classroom, I get a few dirty looks, but I’m used to it by now. Some people still think that I don’t belong here. Every time Easton and Cameron take me out, there are people staring, but I’ve gotten to the point where I genuinely don’t care anymore.
I can handle the looks, especially since I know no one is going to say anything to my face. Not with knowing who I’m with.
The class goes by fast, and I thoroughly enjoy it. I absorb all the information like a dry sponge. Unlike the guys told me, I don’t think this was hard at all. When I walk out, Professor Barkley compliments me on the work I did in class today. I tried my best to interact in the discussions. Excited and downright giddy, I make my way out of the building and head to the coffee shop on the edge of campus. I can’t wait to share how the first class went with them.
I turn the corner to the side alley, and my mood turns from great to, oh, my god, what did I just walk into. No way, can I be seeing this right. Looking straight ahead, I see a girl that’s being cornered by some guy twice her size. His hands are wrapped around her throat, and he is yelling right into her face. It’s like I’m watching a replay of the night Easton and Cameron took me.
“It’s your fault. All your fault, and now you dare come here… to Blackthorn?” He shoves her against the brick, her head bouncing off the hard wall, and all I can do is stand there and watch in horror.
“I didn’t know…” She whimpers her entire body shaking. I want to tell her to fight, to stick up for herself, but my mouth won’t work.
“Shut up,” the guy growls, the deepness of his voice shatters the protective bubble around me, and I force myself out of the trance-like state I’m in. I know that I can’t just stand here and watch this happen. I have to do something.
“Stop!” I scream, finally finding my voice.
Drawing all the attention to me is good, but also scary as hell. Both of them look over at me, shock on the man’s face, and fear on the girl’s and for a split second, I think about just running off to get help instead of putting myself in danger, but that would be a cowardly thing to do, and I’m stronger than that.
Before I can get my legs to move an inch, the guy’s gaze narrows, and he releases the girl, taking a step back. I stare at him, taking in his dark features. He’s handsome in an I’m-a-dickhead kind of way. Our eyes remain locked as he takes another step backward, and then another before he turns and walks off like nothing happened at all.
What the hell?
“Are you okay?” I rush to the girl’s side, taking her hand into my own once he disappears out of the mouth of the alleyway. She is shaking, her face is pale, and a single tear slips down her cheek. But it isn’t those things that cause me to look at her a little harder. It’s guilt, the sadness in her eyes that makes it hard for me to breathe. Whatever was happening before I interrupted was something she feels deeply about.
“Yes, I’m okay,” she whispers, her big cornflower blues piercing my own.
“Who was that guy?” I ask, even though it’s not really any of my business.
“Believe it or not, he used to be my friend.” She says, brushing a few stray strands of her chocolate brown hair from her face.
“He didn’t look very friendly to me. In fact, he looked like a grade-A asshole.”
“Like I said, we used to be friends. A long time ago anyway,” she says, her voice cracking at the end. “Thank you…uhh…”
“Stella… I’m Stella,” I introduce myself awkwardly.
She smiles softly, “Thank you, Stella. I’m Kennedy.”
“Well, Kennedy, looks like you made a new friend.” There is a haunted look in her eyes, and I look at her, really look at her. “Are you sure you’re okay?”
She nods, “Yeah, I’m okay, just a little surprised, that’s all. I didn’t expect him to be here. It’s just a lot, all of this…school, classes, and then that.”
It hits me then; I should invite her to hang out. “Hey, come with me to get a coffee. I was going there anyway, and it’s the place just around the corner.”
“I don’t want to intrude or anything. We just met and—”
“Oh, stop it,” I interrupt her and tug her along with me by the arm. “It’s fine. Cameron and Easton would love to meet you.”
Puzzled, Kennedy asks, “Who are they?”
“My boyfriends.” I smile at her over my shoulder.
BONUS EPILOGUE
One year later
Cameron
Glancing over at Easton nervously, I listen as the front door creaks open. A second later, it slams closed. I’m giddy with both excitement and fear. I’m pretty sure she’ll say yes, but a part of me worries that she’ll say no. The last year has been beyond great, but it’s been quite a ride for our emotions, and I wouldn’t blame her if she ever felt the need to walk out on us. She handles Easton’s emotional outbursts like a pro and is there for me whenever I need her.
Figuratively, she is the backbone of our entire relationship.
“Easton, Cam? Where the hell are you guys hiding?” Stella grumbles a moment later, her footsteps coming closer. With each step she takes closer to us, my stomach twists, a boulder of anxiety forming in my gut. The bedroom door is pushed open a second later, and she takes a step forward before realizing we’re inside.
As soon as her eyes land on us, her mouth pops open, and her pretty eyes widen with shock. She blinks, taking in the rose petals and candles that litter the room.
“What is this? What’s going on?” she croaks.
For a moment, we just stand there, all looking at each other, the words I was going to say stuck in my throat, so I elbow Easton slightly, urging him to talk instead.
“Stella, for the last year, you’ve been our rock. Really, our everything. You pushed us to be so much more than we ever thought we could be. It took us almost losing you to see what we had was real, but you never gave up,” Easton says, giving her his usual devilish grin.
Things aren’t always easy between them, but then they have these tender moments when they look at each other, and everything seems to fade away. Or they just fuck the anger out of each other until there isn’t anything left.
“You are our queen, and we want you and everyone else to know that you are,” I add. Gesturing to Easton again, he rolls his eyes and pulls out the ring box from his pocket. Stella is still just standing inside the doorway, and I walk over to her, taking her hand in mine.
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��Are you… are you asking me to marry you?” Stella looks between the two of us, and I guide her over to Easton.
“Legally, we both can’t marry you, but we want you to know that we care about you enough to show our love for you to the world. We want everyone to know that you belong to us and that you’re ours,” I explain, and Easton pops the box open, revealing a three-stone diamond ring resembling our love story.
“I…” Stella swallows and tucks a strand of blonde hair behind her ear. “I’m just surprised… it’s beautiful,” she finally says.
“Is that a yes, no, or maybe?” Easton asks impatiently.
“Oh, my god, yes,” she squeals, and I damn near sigh out loud.
“Let’s see what it looks like on you.” Easton takes the ring from the box and places it on Stella’s already outstretched finger.
The ring slides on easily, and I admire how beautiful it looks on her. It screams mine and makes my beast, the part of me chained to her, howl at the moon. Ours. Always and forever. My cock starts to harden, but I push the sinful thoughts I’m having away.
“It’s… it’s heavy and big, so big.” Her soft eyes widen as she looks up from the ring and at us.
“I can show you something else that’s heavy and big.” Easton wiggles his eyebrows and the sides of Stella’s pink lips tilt up.
“Way to ruin the moment, dude.” I want to smack Easton upside the head, but Stella just giggles.
“Can you now?” She lifts a brow, “Turns out after the day of classes I’ve had, I need to be shown how much my two men love me.”
“What happened?” I question, worried I may have to kill someone. Again. Though James’ death was never our fault.
“Let’s not talk about that. I want you to do things to my body that will make me forget my name. Using your tongue,” she takes a step forward and flicks the button on Easton’s jeans, before moving onto mine. “And fingers.” She licks her lips, “And the big and heavy things you were talking about, god, don’t forget about those. One in my ass and one in my pussy.”
She blushes as she says the dirty words. Even after a year of dirtying her up, she somehow kept a piece of her innocence in that.
“Who do you want in your ass?” I ask, my gaze sweeping over her body as she grabs the hem of her shirt and tugs if off and over her head.
“You, of course,” she snickers and then hooks her thumbs into the sides of her yoga pants before shoving them down her legs. Reaching back, she undoes her bra and lets it fall to the floor with the rest of her clothes. Last, but not least, she dips her fingers into the waistband of her satin panties and shoves them down her legs impatiently. My tongue almost falls out of my mouth at the image of her before us. My mouth waters and the head of my cock peeks out of my jeans. Perks of going commando.
Creamy smooth skin, perky tits, and a flat stomach that leads to a land that I want to get lost in, that I want and need to worship a hundred times over.
Easton is an eager fucker and already has his pants and shirt off. I drag my gaze away from Stella’s silky-smooth legs for one second to pull my shirt off. Then I shove my hands down over my thighs and kick them away once they reach my ankles.
Easton grabs Stella by the hips, pulling her into his chest. He kisses her with such force, she whimpers, but she’s not whimpering with pain. No, our girl wants more, needs more from us.
“What do you want, baby? Sweet and gentle or hard and rough?”
“Everything…” She pants, crazed with need. “Yes, this is what I need right now… Everything. Hard, slow, gentle, rough. I need you both. However I can have you.”
“We can arrange that,” I’m the one smirking now. Lifting her off her feet, she lets out a gasp when I carry her to the bed and throw her onto the mattress.
Before her body stops bouncing, we are on her. Both of our mouths on her skin. All four of our hands all over her body, not leaving an inch of flesh untouched, unkissed, and unravished. She squirms beneath us like she is trying to get away, but her tiny hands are pulling us closer, her legs wrapping around us, anchoring us together.
Easton lays back on the bed and pulls Stella onto his lap. She mewls into the air as I come up behind her, my lips moving along her shoulders. I know the instant Easton’s cock enters her because her entire body shivers, and the softest gasp I’ve ever heard slips from her lips. I suck on the tender flesh as he starts to fuck her, thrusting deep and hard.
Wrapping my hand into her hair, I tug her head back and snake an arm around her body, pinching one of her perky nipples.
She rides Easton’s cock while her back is pressed against my chest, my cock caught between our bodies.
“How does it feel, baby? How does his huge cock feel inside your tight pussy?” I nip at her earlobe.
“Good, so good.” She moans the words, and Easton starts to thrust faster and faster, the only thing keeping her body in place are my hands.
“Fall apart, Stella, fall, and we’ll catch you just as we always do.”
“Fuck, you’re so tight, so perfect, so fucking mine,” Easton roars. I release my hand on Stella’s hair and force her to bend forward, giving me access to her puckered little asshole. Grabbing the lube from the nightstand, I pour a generous amount into my hand and stroke my cock in it.
Then I situate myself behind Stella, placing my hand against the small of her back.
“You want my cock in your ass?”
“Oh, yes, please… I need to come…” Stella cries out as Easton holds her in place with a steel grip. Guiding my cock to her ass, I see stars as I ease into the tight puckered hole, pure euphoric pleasure washes over me, and it’s like I’ve died and gone to heaven.
“Shit, fuck, shit….”
“Fuck me,” Stella pleads, and I do. Sinking balls deep inside her ass, I give her a moment before I start thrusting my hips, zings of intense pleasure zip up my spine.
“I’m coming… oh, god. I’m coming.”
Like a rocket, Stella goes off, and there isn’t any holding back our own releases. It doesn’t take but a couple more strokes for Easton to explode inside her. As they both come down from their high, Stella resting her face against his sweaty chest, I up my pace, fucking her ass with deep hard thrusts.
“You want my come? You want me to fill your ass with my seed? You want to be my slut? Tell me now… tell me…” I order, my chest heaving. I’m on the edge of my release, and I need to hear her say it.
“Please. Please, fill my ass up with your come. Dirty me up, Cam… make me yours.”
Rutting harder than I ever have before, I explode inside her, an animalistic roar escaping my lips and filling the room. Sweaty and completely spent, I pull out of her and sag to the spot beside Easton. Stella remains still for a long moment before she slides between our bodies, and like a missing puzzle piece, we come together, going from two to three.
“You’re mine, and I’m yours,” she whispers sleepily, her hand resting against my chest, the ring catching in the dim lighting, reminding me of the promise we made to her. Though marriage may never be able to happen for us, tonight we took our relationship to a level that will ensure everyone knows who she is to us, and who we are to her.
Forever. For always. Ours.
THE END.
Next in this Series
Regretting You
I’d never regretted meeting anyone quite like the day I met Kennedy Meyers.
Once upon a time she was mine and my sister’s best friend.
I’d always loved and wanted her to be mine, that is until the night everything changed and my love morphed into pure hatred.
Now I’m a vile bastard with a chip on his shoulder. Cruel black hate is all I know. My only focus fucking my way through Blackthorn’s elite women and partying.
Then she shows up. She’s different now, careless, dangerous but just as beautiful as she was the day she disappeared.
One look and my focus changes. I decided then that my time for revenge is now. No way does she get to
enjoy herself. No, I’m going to make her life hell. Destroy her from the inside out.
I’m going to make her regret ever walking my way, because if it wasn’t for her…my sister would still be alive.
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