We all hasten our pace, and I can no longer sustain this. It’s too much. Too intense. I cum all over Adrian’s cock, trembling like an epileptic under attack. Adrian follows immediately. I hear him groan, then pulse deep inside of me. His eruption is as strong as Mason’s, leaking out of me, merging with my own pussy juices. He slams one last time, hitting my cervix. This sets me off again, immediately after the first one, my head slumps down onto Adrian’s face, as Wagner’s fingers dig into my ass, still filling me up.
“I loved you from the moment I saw you,” Adrian whispers into my ear.
My body can’t stop quivering. Wagner holds himself still, deeper than ever before, as his cum sprays into me. Every pulse of his seed intensifies my own delight. He is pressing tightly into my ass, his balls dangling before my pussy lips, grazing them occasionally.
“I will always love you,” Wagner’s voice fills my ears with a honeyed sound.
When he finally pulls out, we all fall down onto the bed, like a house of cards in the wind. Mason join us, and his still wet cock brushes against my lower belly. Did he cum just from watching us? I bite my lower lip. Thank God it’s dark in the room, the little lamplight sheds only a soft glow. My cheeks must be blazing red.
We nestle all together. It doesn’t matter whose arm is where, as long as we’re all hugging one another. Shortly after, all I hear is soft breathing. Men always fall asleep like babies after sex. Women - they want to talk. But, of course, I can’t ask that of them. They deserve their rest.
I get up slowly, making sure not to make too much noise. I wash myself off in the bathroom sink quickly, then put on my silk bathrobe. I tiptoe out of the room, and onto the porch. There, I sit down on a little wicker chair, and look out into the night.
Crickets fill the air with noise. The stars above me are scattered throughout the night sky. An owl hoots somewhere in the distance. I see a thick blanket on the other chair, and cover myself with it.
I take a deep breath. The night smells clean, fresh. Like a new start.
EPILOGUE
5 years later
The first sound that I hear upon opening my eyes is the sound of birds chirping outside, hiding in the trees. I have no idea what time it is. In a way, it doesn’t matter. I’ve got an alarm clock which never fails, so I’m sure if it was time to get up, I’d hear it.
I stretch a little in bed, grateful for the little privileges in life, like waking up on your own. I turn to the other side. The cradle is by the bedside, closed on all sides apart from the one next to me. I reach out towards the little pink bundle, and place my hand gently on her tummy. I can feel it slowly rising up, then going down. Her chubby little face is turned away from me. She is sleeping, my little angel. Our princess. Ivy.
I check the time. She should be getting up in less than an hour. It’s feeding time. I gaze outside the window. I can’t really see anything, but I’m still trying to catch any familiar sounds. Apart from the birds, it’s quiet. Beautifully peaceful and soothing.
I love this place. I think no place on Earth is as wonderful as Swallow Springs. Or, maybe, I’m being biased. It might not be the place so much, as the people. Swallow Springs wouldn’t be the Swallow Springs I know without the bikers, without Mason, without Adrian, without Wagner. But, with them, it’s home. It’s the place where I finally managed to face my darkest fears and come out victorious. I doubt I would ever be able to do it without them. In more ways than one, they saved me. They saved both me and Dominick, and I think he himself is aware of it. He has accepted them into his life, and into his heart, anddespite everything I believed so far, I think I’ve finally found my happiness, my family.
Sometimes, I still think I don't deserve all this joy. Like, I’m not worthy. I guess there is still a little bit of Russell’s poison inside of me. When I feel it rise, I take a deep breath. Adrian has been teaching me yoga, and how to handle myself when I feel a wave of past memories about to crash into me. He’s taught me to accept it, and more importantly, to let go. I’m not perfect. None of us are. We all make mistakes. That is why I try not to hate Russell. Wherever he is, I hope he is well. He’s in the past, and I intend on keeping him there.
The only thing I’m grateful to him for is that he’s kept his promise. He hasn’t been contacting us. Wagner and Adrian did manage to track him down, somewhere south. He signed the divorce papers without a single word. I doubt he had anything to say to the man who almost killed him.
When I look at myself in the mirror, I see a new woman. I see a woman who isn’t a stranger to happiness, who is smiling all the time, without fear that her happiness will be taken the wrong way and she might be punished for it. I am allowed to express my feelings. I am free to laugh or cry, whatever I feel like doing at any given moment. And, this is a freedom no one will ever take away from me. I won’t let them. Never again. I almost lost it once, and now I value it much more than before. It’s so sad that one needs to lose something, to realize how important it is.
Ivy stirs a little in her sleep, and then turns to face me. She is still asleep. Her little pouty mouth is partly open. She is breathing slowly, steadily. Her cheeks are so chubby and cute, I feel like pinching them all the time.
Sometimes, when I look at her, I try to see who she looks like the most. As she grows, I find that I see a little bit of all four of us in her. Her eyes are definitely Mason’s. She has Adrian’sbig forehead. She’s got my lips, and let’s just hope that she won’t get Wagner’s feisty nature. I guess we’ll have to wait and see.
Finally, she opens her eyes, those beautiful eyes that seem to carry every wisdom of the world inside of them. She looks at you as if she wants to reveal everything to you, but she can’t. You don’t understand her. After a while, she stops trying and realizes, actually you both realize, that her smile is enough for you. You will do everything for it.
She reaches out to me and I jump to take her in my arms. She feels light as a feather. I place a gentle kiss on her forehead.
“Are you hungry, my little baby?” I coo, as I adjust myself comfortably on the bed, for our feeding session.
Ivy hungrily finds my nipple and starts to suck. I pet her head a little, enjoying the sensation. A few more birds chirp right outside the window. Ivy looks up, curious.
“We’ll go look at the birds after you’re done eating,” I tell her, with a smile. “Just eat now, baby.”
As she continues, I wonder where the guys are. Adrian sometimes takes Dominick fishing. They always throw the fish back, and the whole point of their fishing is to talk about philosophy and other deep issues. When Dominick told me this, I almost didn’t believe him. Then, Adrian confirmed it. I never thought my son would ever discuss philosophy with anyone, but here we are.
Mason takes him on long walks, when he goes into town. What makes me prouder than ever is the fact that he agreed to change his profession, and now, instead of selling ancient artefacts on the Dark Web, the guys opened a bike shop. Sure, the money isn’t nearly as good, but they’ve all agreed that they like the change of pace. Plus, they all have some money put aside, so finances aren’t an issue, we’re fortunate.
Wagner teaches him all sorts of things, like working with motorcycles, cars, pipes. He’s very handy. I guess, you could callhim a Jack of all trades, even though he didn’t like it when I mentioned it jokingly a while back. I doubt there is anything he can’t fix. After all, he fixed my broken heart. He, alongside Adrian and Mason. And, I myself thought I was a lost cause. But, he showed me otherwise. They all did.
Dominick respects them and loves them all equally. His time with each of them individually makes him grow and develop in ways I could never offer him. Sometimes, a boy needs a father’s hand, and he is lucky that now, he has three father figures who have taken him under his wing.
Ivy finishes with her milk, and I check her diaper.