“You can’t get enough of our cocks,” Theo adds, squeezing the cheeks of my ass.
“Guilty as charged,” I moan, riding Galen’s hand.
Galen chuckles when I pout as his hand leaves my heat to slide my shorts down my legs. Jumping up, I wrap my legs around his trim waist. “Ravish me, gentlemen.” I angle my head back, finding Theo’s mouth warm and welcoming. His tongue sweeps into my mouth, and I groan. “And I’ll pretend you’re my assignment.”
“I expect full dedication, Mrs. Westbrook.” Theo yanks his shirt over his head and unbuttons his jeans.
“You can expect nothing less,” I call out in a teasing tone as Galen walks me into the living room.
“Get naked, angel,” he demands, shucking out of his clothes. “I need to be inside you.”
Theo steps into the living room, completely naked, holding lube in his hand, and liquid lust floods my pussy as I make quick work of the rest of my clothes.
Galen lies down flat on the large leather sectional, pulling me down over his face. I scream as his tongue goes to town on my cunt while Theo hovers over us, playing with my tits as he makes love to my mouth.
Galen brings me to orgasm in record time, and I’m a mass of quivering cells as he slides me down his body, lowering me over his hard erection. Deep-seated contentment washes over me as he fills me up. Theo presses his body against me from behind, raining kisses on my face and my neck as I ride Galen’s cock. Teasing my puckered hole with two slick fingers, Theo continues kissing me until I’m literally putty in his hands. He eases slowly into my ass, and I sigh a happy sigh.
I still love sex, and I can’t get enough of my guys. I hope it never ends.
Hands, lips, and cocks adore me as we fuck on the couch in the living room with a familiarity that comes from intimate carnal knowledge. It’s been over a year, and my lust for my husbands hasn’t faded at all. If anything, I’m hornier than ever.
Things are good. We’ve settled into our new life here in Newport. Caz and Saint are overjoyed to have their own garage, and it’s already picking up steady business. Caz is in control of the workshop while Saint is running the business side of things. Both are attending courses at the local community college a couple of nights a week.
The front door slams. “Honey, I’m home!” Caz calls out, like he does every night, and a humongous smile graces my mouth.
“You’re early,” I say, over a moan, looking over my shoulder as Caz and Saint step into the living room.
“You started the party without us. No fair.” Caz mock pouts, striding toward me with purpose. He plants a hard kiss on my mouth. “Looking sexy as fuck, queenie.”
“Hurry up and get naked,” I demand, eyeballing Saint as he strips.
“Hey, babe.” Caz kisses Theo, and I melt, like always. Things are really good between the guys now. While I’m their main focus, and they never leave me in any doubt, they usually spend one night a week together, doing couple stuff by themselves, and I’m A-Okay with that. The sight of them together still turns me into a puddle of liquid arousal.
“Open wide, queenie.” Saint approaches, stroking his hard length, desire heavy in his gaze.
I lick the drop of precum at his crown, eyeing him intently as I take his cock into my mouth. Galen digs his nails into my hips, slamming me up and down on his erection until he comes explosively. Saint slides into my pussy then, and I blow Caz while Theo continues to fuck my ass. The only sounds in the room is skin slapping against skin and mutual moans and groans, and it’s the sweetest symphony.
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“HOW WAS WORK?” I ask Saint an hour later after we’ve all showered and changed. Caz and Theo are grilling steaks out by the pool while Galen stands with his back to us at the end of our garden, facing our private beach. Saint watches his cousin with hawk eyes while sipping on a beer.
Taking his hand, I lead Saint over to the outdoor dining area. “Busy, but good,” he replies. “I still managed to fit some online study in.” He sits on a chair at the table, pulling me down on his lap.
Theo walks over with a cool glass of wine. “For my wife.” He pecks my lips. “Dinner won’t be too long.”
“You need me to make anything?”
Saint arches a brow, and I slap his chest. “I don’t burn everything. I can make a salad.”
Theo laughs, pressing a kiss to my cheek. “Don’t sweat it, babe. We have it under control.” He walks into the house, and I lean back against Saint, thinking about how lucky I am. The guys dote on me constantly, and they love me so good.
Honestly, life doesn’t get much better than this.
“You seem preoccupied,” I say after a few minutes of silence. “Anything I can help with?” I take a sip of the crisp, chilled wine, enjoying the taste of it gliding down my throat.
“Do you think he’s okay?” Saint asks, jerking his head in Galen’s direction.
I reposition myself on his lap, careful not to knee him in the balls. “He’s okay.” I caress Saint’s prickly jawline. “He talks to me regularly. He might get a little melancholy from time to time, but he assures me he’s okay.”
“I’m glad he has you. I never expected Alisha’s death to hit him so hard.”
Alisha died twenty-four hours after being brought to the hospital. Perhaps if she hadn’t been so fragile from years of abusing her body with drugs and alcohol, she might have survived Sinner’s knife wound, but we’ll never know.
“You should talk to him if you’re worried.” We’re all close, but sometimes, getting the guys to talk about their emotions is as painful as a root canal.
“I think he prefers to tell you that shit.”
I rest my case.
“It’s more than just his mom dying. It’s the realization his family is gone, and I think it’s only hitting him now that his grandma’s house is sold.”
“You think he regrets selling it?” Saint asks, tipping beer into his mouth.
“No, but that doesn’t mean he isn’t sad. Galen has a lot of memories tied up in that house.”
“Not all of them good,” Saint says, speaking the truth.
Two months ago, Galen sold the house and half the grounds to a property developer, because he didn’t want to live in a home where so many had died. He made a deal that gave him the maze and enough land to build his own house, including a separate entrance via the rear of the property, so if we want to build a house there in the future, we can.
The developer is building high-quality condos, catered for the upper end of the market, and he’s already walled off the property, so the part Galen still owns is completely private and inaccessible until he decides what to do with it.
Right now, none of us has any burning desire to return to Lowell, but who knows what the future holds? We have the barn, I still have the cabin and Galen has the land, so we have options, which feels good.
“Did you hear anything from David Jennings?” Saint asks, rubbing his fingers up and down my arm.
I shake my head. “No, but I don’t expect to. He owes me nothing.”
Lincoln helped Mom and me free David Jennings from prison with assistance from Diesel, who has been promoted to the head of VERO.