Page 39 of Overdue Feelings
“I’m coming!” Creek laughed, her heels clicking against the floor as she followed behind me. Reopening my clinic here felt right. Sure, it wasn’t the one I had back in New York. It was smaller, not as fancy, and stationed in my garage, but it was a start.
“Okay, what you want me to see?” Creek stepped inside, and I closed the door behind her.
“Took you long enough.”
She turned, and her face froze when she saw Zae already sitting on the edge of the desk, hands resting casually in his lap, like he’d been waiting for her all along.
“Not y’all coordinated a sneak attack?” she teased, stepping forward slowly, eyeing us both.
“Something like that,” I said, walking up behind her.
“We figured the grand opening needed a breaking in,” Zae added, standing up and moving toward her. Creek looked between us, and without hesitation, she reached for both of us. We didn’t waste a second.
My hands found her waist. Zae kissed her first, slow and deep, while I buried my face in her neck, breathing her in. Our clothes loosened and our hands roamed each other, and I couldn’t help but to get sentimental.
“I didn’t come back to Harvest for you,” I whispered. My voice was low against her skin. “But I stayed for you. For this.”
Creek cupped my jaw with one hand, the other was insides Zae’s pants.
“You didn’t have to tell me because I already know. And I’m glad you did.”
I kissed her softly. This had been the most perfect night. My parents hadn’t come even though they were invited. They hadn’t surprised me, but they sent a gift in the mail this morning. My grandmama’s old brooch, cleaned and polished, with a note in my mom’s handwriting that read:
We’re proud of you. Take care of what she left behind.
It wasn’t an apology, but it was a start. Laying Creek on my desk in the clinic I’d built with my own hands, in this life Irebuilt with Zae and Creek by my side, I felt proud of myself. My parents didn’t define me anymore. I looked down at Creek and Zae. Their laughter, their love, their forgiveness of me. That was all that mattered. We hadn’t just come full circle; we’d expanded. We turned our old memories into something that was going to last forever. They were home, and I wasn’t going anywhere.
I used to wonder what healing looked like. Turns out, it looked a lot like this. Me sandwiched between the two men that always had my heart. Ares’s mouth was on my throat, whispering apologies and promises like he always did. Zae’s hands gripped my hips, grounding me, guiding me up and down on both of their dicks.
“Ooh!” I moaned. I was full, stretched to my brink, and loved. Every stroke they delivered to me felt like an answer to everything. Zae kissed the corner of my mouth as Ares pushed deeper behind me, his breath shaky against my back. They moved in sync inside me like they always had.
“You good, baby?” Zae whispered, love dripping from his lips.
“Yes!”
“We got you, baby. Forever,” Ares proclaimed.
“I know,” I moaned, my body trembling between them. “I know.”
Ares’s hand wrapped around my neck, and Zae joined him, and in that moment, I felt it all… every year of longing for Ares; every silent night I thought I had to choose; every ache that never really went away. I didn’t have to choose, because I was chosen, cherished, and worshiped by two men that had loved me since third grade. Tears filled my eyes, and I let them fall.
“You’re so beautiful like this,” Zae said.
They continued pounding inside me as my body shook. My orgasm took over my body.
“Just like that!” Ares talked me through it, and Zae kissed me as I came down.
“I love you,” Ares whispered.
“I love you,” Zae repeated.
“I love you both!” I screamed, and I did. As I struggled to catch my breath between them, body quivering, fingers curling into their flesh, I felt whole. I felt happy.
“These feelings,” I gasped, voice raw, heart wide open, “they were long overdue.”
THE END!
