Page 91 of Here In Your Arms

“I want you both to know that I’m willing to tell you anything you want to know about Nathan. I know I hid things before, and I’m sorry. To be honest, I was afraid and embarrassed about how bad it really was. He may not have physically injured me much, but it was still awful.”

“Emotional scarring is just as bad. It’s just invisible to our eyes,” Wes assures me.

“Don’t discount your pain, sweetheart.”

“I won’t, I promise. Just know if you guys do want to hear about it, I’m an open book for you. I don’t want any more secrets about my past. I’m sorry it took all this to get me here.”

“The important thing is that we’re here now. Wes and I aren’t going anywhere. If we have questions, we’ll ask. Promise.” Kyle says.

“I do have one question,” Wes tentatively states.

Bracing myself, I ask him, “Okay, what is it?”

“How the fuck do you two sleep with so many pillows and blankets? It’s borderline suffocating!”

I grab a pillow and whip it down across Kyle, so it smacks Wes right in the face. Immediately the giggles set in, and Kyle joins me in the laughter. Once Wes wrestles the pillow from his face, he props himself up with a mischievous grin.

“You’re in for it now!”

Within moments we’ve entered a full-blown pillow fight, and my abs hurt from laughing so much. We have a lot to talk and work through, but I know I will heal so much faster with these two at my side. We’re quick to laughter and love each other fiercely. What more could we ask for?

Epilogue

Rory - 4 months later

Everything since Nathan broke the PPO is calm and smooth now, and my heart is content. I moved in with Kyle and Wes only a month after the incident, and while I miss my apartment sometimes, this feels right. It never felt right when Nathan suggested it, but Wes and Kyle’s place feels like it’s where I need to be. We even have space for Claire when she comes to stay for a night or two. My mom has finally given up on Nathan, but we’re still not talking about much. She acknowledges that what happened was awful, but she can’t seem to let the depression issue go. She’s polite, and I’m polite, and that’s where we’re leaving it.

In the last two months, Kyle and Wes convinced me to start therapy. I figured it was as good a time as any since they insisted they’d rather see me pay for that than any bills in the house. Part of me feels bad, like I’m taking advantage, but my therapist acknowledges that it’s okay to feel what I feel. I just need to make sure I don’t lose myself in the negative thoughts and talk through them instead of believing them. It helps me feel seen and I think it’s helped the guys to see me more clearly too.

My boss has been more supportive than I ever thought she would be. I’ve always liked her as a boss, but she has gone out of her way to ensure I know my job is safe and that Nathan has been put on their “do not admit” list. As for Nathan, last I heard is that he got put in the slammer overnight for how he acted towards the cops at my mom’s house. After that, he got slapped with a huge fine. Haven’t seen him since and I am very okay with that. Claire and I talked about that night, and I told her everything that happened with Nathan.

She may be a pre-teen, but I don’t hide anything from her. She got the watered-down version and when she’s ready, I’ll go into more detail if she wants to know. The big message that I shared with her was to not stay silent. Claire’s never alone and the guys and I will always be there for her. She’s starting to spend time with her own friends more often than not, so in the last few months I haven’t seen her as much. She still texts and I’m excited to see her continue to bloom.

After I finish reflecting on how the last four months have been, I heave out a sigh of contentment. I complete braiding my hair and give myself a big smile in the mirror, before walking out of our en suite bathroom. We’re all staying in what I assumed was Kyle’s room before, but it turns out the guys shared it. It cost a pretty penny, but we ordered a custom size bed so the three of us could sleep comfortably. Three tall adults in a bed is tricky to make work with standard size beds. Add in my additional weight and as much as we love cuddling, we quickly learned we need space too. Christening it was a blast.

“You slow pokes ready yet?” I call out.

I hear them panting and moaning before I see it. Wes is on his knees in front of Kyle. Both are still fully dressed, and Kyle’s head is thrown back in pleasure. My breathing hitches and I’m torn between being pissed and delighted. Pissed because I’m not the one involved and delighted because I love watching these two love each other.

And now my panties are drenched.

“Fuck!” Kyle exclaims as Wes’ head bobs faster.

I can hear Kyle’s breathing pick up as he gets close to finishing, and I’m not about to miss out on the experience. Crossing the room in a few swift steps, I grab Kyle’s hair firmly but gently and bring his face to mine. Our lips come together, frantic and desperate. His tongue wrestles with mine and I moan in delight as I feel his body tense. With one last nip of his lip, Kyle comes undone, groaning loudly in pleasure as Wes drinks all of him down.

“That was a fun surprise to see,” I tell them with a smile.

“He deserved it for being our rock,” Wes says, standing to give Kyle a kiss.

“You two are too much,” Kyle adds, a dopey smile on his face.

“No, there’s never too much love for you in this house,” I protest.

Kyle pauses as he looks into my eyes, searching for something. I know exactly what it is because I’ve been waiting to tell him for a couple of weeks now. I wanted the right moment. Wes stills, waiting on his knees for what I’m about to say. He’s known it, Kyle knows it, but they’ve both waited so patiently to hear it.

I look down and smile at Wes before turning my attention to Kyle. “I love you, Kyle. I love you, Wes. I’ve loved you both for months and I can’t put into words how much I appreciate your patience.”

“Can’t put into words, eh? You could always show us,” Kyle winks.

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