Ian jumps onto the bed beside me, shoves my head into the mattress and invades my mouth with two fingers.No more words for me.And I don’t need any. I don’t want any.
All thoughts of sleep vanish in the whirlwind of their possession as Killian fucks my ass and Ian then takes my pussy, all the while the other man holds me down, gripping my nape, gripping my throat, stroking my tongue, and stealing every single thought from my mind.
After four orgasms—two of them mine—they move me to the middle of the bed, tuck the comforter around me and lie on each side of me. Silence descends, calm and uncomplicated, while they stroke me and take turns pressing little kisses to my head and cheeks, and I quickly drift off.
When I wake sometime in the middle of the night, they’re still both here, sleeping soundly. Killian is behind me, face nestled into the crook of my neck, a hand resting on my hip on top of the comforter. Ian is on my other side, face close to mine, an arm draped over my waist.
The light is on, and they’re both still dressed, though ties loosened, top buttons opened.
I gently pry the big comforter out from beneath them, only making them stir a little, and cover all three of us. Then I turn off the light and snuggle up between them.
“I love you—both of you,” I whisper, trailing my fingers over the lines of their faces.
“I love you too, kitten,” Killian murmurs, half asleep.
Ian leans his forehead against mine and presses a hand to my cheek. “You’ve healed us, Jenna.”
“Healed you?” I whisper.
“Both of us. You’ve brought light and love into our lives. We didn’t deserve it, but we’re gonna spend the rest of our lives striving to be worthy of your love. It’s all that matters now. You.”
Tears pool in my eyes, and I sniffle a little.
Ian wipes away a stray tear with his thumb, then turns my head and kisses away a tear on the other side.
“Go to sleep, my love. You’re safe here between us. Always.”
“Hmm.” I snuggle into him, curling my arms against his chest, scooting my hips closer to Killian. So much warmth and love in one place—all around me. It’s everything I thought I’d never have, and it’s so much more than I could have ever imagined. They might have broken me into bits and pieces, but little by little, they’ve put me back together, and for the first time in my life, I truly feel whole.
Epilogue
The Best Gift
Jenna
Eighteen months later
“Are you sure he’ll like it?” I ask Ian when we hear the front door open.
“I’m sure,” he says, taking my hand in his and giving me a warm smile, a twinkle in his eyes.
“Okay.” I push air through rounded lips as we both get up from the couch. I glance at the sleeping creature on the couch as we go to the hallway. I’m not sure why I’m so nervous. Maybe because it’s been two weeks since I saw Killian—our surprise for him forced us to cancel our plans to fly out and see him in Paris last week. Or maybe it’s that he hasn’t been home for a month. Or maybe it’s the surprise we have for him. I know he’s going to love it, but a residue of some old, deep-seated fear remains.
Ian reaches for the door to the entryway but pauses when I ask one last time, “Are you sure?”
He grabs my jaw. “Jenna, he’s going to love it, and he’s going to love you even more for thinking of it.”
I draw another deep sigh, then nod. Ian guides me into the entryway with a hand on my back, and the moment I see Killian, tears spring to my eyes.
His eyes widen at the sight of me, nostrils flaring with urgency. We just stare at each other like that for a breathless moment. Then we both break free at the same time, charging against each other. I crash into his arms, wrapping my legs around his waist as he hoists me up high, and then our mouths are locked together in a deep, passionate kiss that stops the world from turning.
“Fuck, I’ve missed you,” he growls. “I’m never going on tour again.”
“Yes, you are,” Ian states behind us. “Together. All three of us. In four months.”
“So, it’s settled?” Killian asks, breaking the connection just enough to glance at Ian, who gives an affirmative nod. Killian’s eyes are wide and bright when he locks them onto mine again. “We’re going on tour. Together.”
I give a little squeak when he bounces me in my arms.