Total pages in book: 26
Estimated words: 24688 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 123(@200wpm)___ 99(@250wpm)___ 82(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 24688 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 123(@200wpm)___ 99(@250wpm)___ 82(@300wpm)
Epilogue
Magnolia
Five Years Later
I don’t lead a normal life. At all.
Mine is much better than normal.
Three men rule my universe—Mateo, Pace and Karson. I say those names so often throughout the day, and at the same time, that sometimes they bleed into one. And more often than not, I am screaming those names at the top of my lungs while they use my body to slake their thirst for me. Lust that belongs to me entirely. Every single drop.
Here’s a little secret, though, I’m using their bodies, too, for my own bliss.
It’s a mutually beneficial arrangement.
Although, I guess arrangement is not the correct word for my relationship with Pace, Karson and Mateo. Five years ago, while the bodies were still freshly buried in our backyard, Karson found a priest willing to pronounce me married three times…and I guess you could say we’ve been on a honeymoon ever since.
It’s more than an arrangement.
It’s our way of life. They are my world. And I am theirs.
I roll over on my towel and sigh into the Mediterranean sunshine, stretching my arms up above my head and letting the light bathe my naked breasts. I’m wearing white thong bikini bottoms and sunscreen…and that’s all. Those two items were all Karson would let me pack on this latest trip, along with my birth control pills. I’m twenty-four now and the doctor told me I’m well able to have children, but we’ve held off, because the sheer enormity of our co-dependance, coupled with four very deep, continually growing obsessions, doesn’t allow for major changes. I’m at their beck and call, day in and day out
…and they’re at mine.
There won’t be room for babies any time soon.
I tilt my head back and peer in through the windshield of the yacht, finding Pace staring back at me from the captain’s chair, his hand moving in a vigorous motion between his legs, sweat coating the muscles of his bare chest. He’s watching me. Masturbating. If I listen carefully, I can hear his husky groans over the lapping of the water. An erotic symphony that instantly turns me on, making me arch my back on the deck, so he can look his fill.
He earns it.
Pace has more of less taken over operations from Karson and has grown even more commanding in his late twenties. Sexier. More confident and rugged. He’s more jaded and violent, too, but not with me. No, with me, Pace is vulnerable and hyper focused on my needs. My every breath and beat of my heart. We adore each other more than words can describe.
As if he sensed something sexy afoot, Karson comes up the stairs from below deck, observing me through his sunglasses, a muscle popping in his cheek. “Look at this little thing, squirming around and showing off her tits.” He tugs on the strings of his board shorts, his erection tumbling out and bobbing toward his stomach. “Daddy likes that, Magnolia. Don’t stop.” He fists his erection, swiping his thumb side to side on the tip. “Give us a show.”
Pace comes out into the open, him and Karson standing above me, rubbing their shafts vigorously, while I slide my fingers down into my bikini bottoms and press two fingers inside of my sex, moaning as I push them in, so deep, and slowly let them back out. I do it again, closing my eyes and letting my knees fall wide, air becoming a delicacy.
“What’s going on here?” Mateo asks from a distance, his skiff pulling up alongside the yacht. As he climbs on board, he’s already stripping off his shirt, the fly of his pants doubling, then tripling in size. “Is our girl being naughty again?” The FBI agent turned mole drops to his knees in front of me, leaning in close to watch my fingers pump in and out. “I’ve been gone for a few days. It’s only fair that I get a turn.”
“How many times did you jerk off thinking about her while you were in the States?” Pace asks, licking his mouth like a hungry wolf.
“At least ten. I think I broke my record.” He unzips his pants, shoving them to his knees in a hasty movement. “It didn’t help that you kept sending me pictures of her sunbathing naked on my burner phone. I’ve been hard for a week.”
“So have I,” Karson rasps. “And I’ve been fucking her. On her back. Hands and knees. Chained to the fucking captain’s wheel—”
“Swear to God, she only gets hotter,” Pace rumbles.
All three men groan in agreement.
“We’ll give you a solo turn later, but we need her to have all three of us right now,” Karson says, reaching down and pulling me to my feet, yanking my bathing suit bottoms down to my ankles where I kick them aside, baring me to the deserted stretch of ocean. “She starts to miss her three big cocks when it has been too long. Don’t you, little girl?”