Page 75 of Eternally Devoted

“Fuck, she’s so slippery,” he grunts, speaking to Sterling as he suckles my breast. He lifts his head, his brow heavy with sweat, lips plump and pink from suckling. “I feel him inside you. I feel his cum on my cock,” he groans, his thrusts growing sloppier, less controlled. He’s nearing the finish line, and I can’t wait.

Literally.

“I’m coming,” I gasp, my eyes closing as Sterling’s scruff skates my collarbone, his lips exploring me as Dash stills, his cock throbbing rhythmically with each shot he releases deep inside me.

“Fuuck,” he groans, jutting his hips toward me, burying the last shot as deep as he can. “Yes, oh god, baby, you feel so good. Both of you,” he belts before collapsing against my chest, my pussy still quivering all around his girth.

We lay there in a panting, sweaty clump until Sterling tenderly smooths his hand over my shoulder, then slowly rubs Dash’s back.

“Juniper, you should use the restroom and wipe up, sweetheart,” he says, causing Dash to peel himself off of me.

“Yeah, he’s right. That was a lot on your sweet little pussy, and we don’t want you getting any UTIs.”

Standing on the other side of the bed, they each extend a hand, and I slip one in each, letting them pull me to the foot and help me stand up. I’m wobbly on my feet, dehydrated and hungry, too. And my pussy is throbbing.Throbbing.

“Let’s get to Goode’s and have a meal,” Sterling says, pressing a towel between my legs as Dash moves around the room, collecting clothing for Sterl and I before slipping out to grab clothes from his own bedroom.

“Sounds good,” I say, watching them work around me to get dressed and help me get dressed, too.

I try not to focus on the belly full of cum they gave me, and how badly I want to be pregnant, how long I’ve waited to findthem and this, for my happily ever after. Instead, I focus on the speech I plan to give them at Goode’s.

We settle into our favorite booth, but it’s the first time we’re sitting there under these conditions.

And I don’t even mean them knowing I have a murdery past.

I mean, it’s the first time I’ve sat here knowing what theircomefaces look like, what they taste like, having felt their mouths and sucked their cocks—same table, same people, different energy all together.

Dash sits next to me with Sterling sitting across from us, and beneath the table, we’re an adorable jumble of ankles and feet. Lucy approaches to take our order, no pad or pen in sight. We’re regulars. We have usuals, so when she smiles and slides glasses of water across the old laminate tabletop, she asks, “Same as always?”

Sterl nods.

Lucy snaps, her eyes going wide. “I forgot. Last time you got the trash I told you I’d show you my new granddaughter but I didn’t have the picture.” She digs around in her worn apron, finally retrieving her phone. She swipes and swipes before beaming at the screen, twisting it so that Sterling can see. He takes it, and his hands dwarf the device as he sweetly smiles down at the image onscreen.

“She’s beautiful,” he says, his gentle admiration making my stomach flutter. Lucy tilts the screen for us to see after she takes it back from Sterl, and Dash and I both smile.

“Beautiful little thing,” Dash replies sweetly.

“Oh, Lucy, she’s gorgeous. Congratulations to your daughter,” I say, almost unable to take my eyes off the pink-cheeked cherub in the grainy photo.

“Oh, I’ll let her know.” She stashes the phone away. “All right, a few minutes and your food will be out.” She knocks on the table just once. “Three coffees?”

“Yes, ma’am,” Dash replies through a yawn.

Lucy disappears into the kitchen through the saloon doors, and the moment she’s out of sight, I split my gaze between Sterl and Dash.

“Remember when you asked what I want? You know, from life?” I start, nerves spreading wings behind my ribs as my heart begins to race. We made love for the last hour. I know they love me, despite the fact the exact words with that precise meaning have not been shared. Still, I know it. And still, I’m scared to lay it all out there. What if I scare them off? What if… I don’t know, justwhat if.

Sterling nods. “Your family home, watching your sisters live fulfilling lives, your jam business and the two of us,” he recounts, nodding toward Dash, sharing a second of eye contact with him.

I’m not surprised he remembered. He’s so thoughtful. Dash, too.

“That photo, the one Lucy just showed us,” I start, placing my hands on the table, palms up. “I want that. I want to be a mother. I want a baby. I want lots of babies, lots of kids. I want a house so full of laughter and footsteps that we go mad sometimes because of it. But that’s what I want. And I told myself to be okay with never getting it. That at age twenty-nine, if I hadn’t found it by then that I may not. Then thirty came. And thirty-one, and now I’m thirty-two and thirty-three isn’t that far away. Just around the corner, even. And I know there’s no actual clock for me, not yet. But,” I say as they each slip a hand into mine, the three of us unified for everyone who passes by this table to see. “Inever thought I’d find anyone who understands me. And you both do,” I tell them, knowing we are all aware of the elephant I’m referencing. “You both love me in spite of my problems. And it feels stupid to go another day without saying what I want because now I’m seeing… I might get it. I just have to be brave.”

I stare at our joined hands, my heart growing frantic at how much silence there is. Such a big speech for me and so much silence—I look up, between them, trying to understand the quiet.

“Juniper,” Dash starts, but I squeeze our joined hands, and shake my head.

“If it’s a no. If you don’t want to figure out a way for the three of us to work forever, and if you don’t want a family, can you not tell me just yet? Let’s have a nice meal and let's go to bed,” I say, leaning over the table, dropping my voice to a whisper. “Let's just enjoy the rest of this day, because it’s been so perfect in so many ways.” I drop my voice even lower to a nearly inaudible whisper when I add, “Minus the bodies.”

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