“We should do this all the time,” Lincoln says. “You take it so fucking well. Look at you.”
“You’re so full,” Cash agrees. “So full and completely ours. Your perfect pussy, that tempting ass. This is the best way for us to show you how much we want you. All of us in you at the same time.”
Everett tugs at my hair sharply, pulling my head back. “This is what you’ve wanted all along, isn’t it?” he asks, demanding an answer. “This is how you like it best. When you’re full of us, out of your head with pleasure. Every perfect inch of your body on display and utterly ours.”
“Yes,” I reply, sobbing it out brokenly. “Yes, yes, yes. Yours.Fuck, I’m yours.”
The pleasure builds and builds until my orgasm slams into me with a wave so overwhelming that I can’t hold it back. I come hard with a cry, my body shuddering over and over.
They follow soon after, all harsh breaths and grunted pleasure, filling me up and then really stretching my body to its limits when their knots swell inside me.
It takes a long time for me to catch my breath, but they don’t let me go. They hold me tight, surrounding me with heavy arms and soft touches, grounding me while I tremble. I suck down breaths of air, letting my vision clear and my head stop spinning.
When their knots go down some time later, they slip free of me, and we all collapse on the bed. I sink down hard, melting between them with my heart still racing. But I feel calmer now because the lie I refused to acknowledge before has been spoken out loud.
This is exactly where I want to be, given and claimed and home.
I’ve known it and clearly the men have too.
Somewhere in the room, in the pile of clothes on the floor, my phone buzzes again. I lift up to see the screen well enough tosee that it’s an unknown number, and then flop back down, not even considering answering it.
I’m too sated to worry about anything else right now.
I finally said the truth out loud, and now that that dam has been broken, I can’t hide from it anymore.
This is exactly where I want to be.
Chapter 39
Harper
A few more days pass, and I keep that settled, good feeling going. I go to work and have dinner with the men and Cora, and I put a lot of work into the garden.
Cora takes to it the way I hoped she would, enjoying spending time out there with me with her hands in the dirt. The guys come out when they have time, and this is one of those mornings where no one has anywhere to be yet, so we’re all out there, planting and pruning and making sure every plant has what it needs.
It’s not quite the lush garden of my dreams yet, but it’s a start. Everything is green and growing, and it makes me feel good to see it.
“Not like that,” I tell Everett, reaching out to stop him as he goes to brush a bug off one of the leaves. “You’re going to crush it. Here, spray some of this on it.”
I give him the spray bottle of homemade insecticide that I learned about online, showing him how to spray the wide green leaves to keep the little bugs from eating holes in them.
I turn in time to see Lincoln about to pull something up that’s definitely not a weed, and stop him just in time.
“Aren’t you guys supposed to know how to do this?” I ask, half teasing with my hands on my hips. “Don’t they teach you small town guys how to garden from a young age or something?”
Cash laughs, sticking his trowel in the dirt. There’s a streak of dirt on his forehead, where he’s gone to push his hair back with dirty hands, but it looks good on him.
“Someone’s bossy this morning,” he jokes. “I didn’t know there were rules to the garden.”
“Yes you did,” I fire back, lips quirked in a smile.
He grins back. “All right, so I did.”
“She’s the boss of the garden,” Lincoln puts in. “And it all has to be done her way or she’s going to banish us right back to the house.”
“That’s right, I will. And then Cora and I will have to do everything by ourselves.”
Cora smiles to be included, clapping her hands as if to punctuate my point.