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We become animals then. Clawing at one another, we thrust and move, we rock and push. I bite at Tomas’ neck, at her jaw, at Enzos lips. Our sounds are wild, frenzied, so raw and wild, I hope the entire world hears it. It’s fucking beautiful. This is…. this is fucking beautiful.
We whimper and moan as we move together as one. It is delicious. Decadent. I can smell her skin and Enzo’s cologne and Toma’s shampoo. It is a moment of complete bliss unlike I have ever felt. I move and move, never tiring of the pleasure, never ready to break the connection,
Together we come, our souls twisted up in a way that can never be undone.,
It is the complete connection of four souls that will share the kind of love few could ever understand. I love Luna and it didn’t take but one look for me to know I would. I love Enzo and even if he thinks I need him less than I do Tomas, he is wrong. I need them all. This is a love without boundaries, without lines or limits. It is a love you look a lifetime for.
This is a love few find in a lifetime—but we found it three times.
Chapter Fourteen
Luna
Living out a fantasy is something we all should get to do.
Snuggled up against the big, warm body beside me, I smile against his neck. I’ve been cuddling with him since we got off the plane, both of us pretending to be asleep. Behind me, Tomas is singing songs as he does his best to wake us from our phony naps.
“If you want to upset me, this is not working, I love it when you sing, baby,” I purr, grinning back at him as he laughs at himself.
We’ve just reached True Ridge and I am anxious but excited. Finding out that Enzo and I had grown up here was a surprise. They’re all a few years older than I am, but I wish I had known them back then. But if I had, he might have never gone to meet Mateo and Tomas and we can’t have that.
“Of course you do, sugar, it is the angel’s singing,” Tomas teases,
Laughing, I nod my head and tip it back, waiting for him to drop a kiss on my lips. Enzo growls beside me and sits up, tearing my mouth from Tomas so he can have his own kiss. Then he pulls Tomas over and kisses him too. I am laughing again, the happiest I have ever been in my life.
“Behave little ones,” Mateo teases from across from us. “We’re almost home.”
Home. This is my home again, but it feels as if it is a whole new world for me. It is not True Ridge or the home they’ve said will now be ours to raise our kids and our grandkids in. It is the three of them. When I found them, I found my home and it feels good to be here.
Just two days ago they officially asked me to make this trip with them back home. We’ve been together less than a month, but I feel like it could be forever. They know me better than anyone else ever has. And I feel as if I know them, as if I am one of the privileged few who gets to know them.
“Yes, daddy,” Tomas and I say at the same time, laughing again.
When they started talking about going back to True Ridge, about leaving behind their lives as bodyguards to the rich and famous, I thought I was on borrowed time. In the throes of making love, we talked about forever, but how could I have believed they meant it?
Knowing they go to Club Sin to find someone to meet all their needs, I feared I had served my purpose with them. I didn’t want to believe that. I wanted to believe the beautiful things they talked about. That they would take care of me, that they would always protect me.
I have no idea how it feels to matter to anyone,
They’ve changed that for me. We’ve spent nights talking for hours, sharing all the little things you never think you could share with another soul. I laugh with Tomas, and I learn with Mateo. With Enzo, I am growing, becoming stronger, learning to have more faith in myself.
“It still smells the same. Pine trees and wintertime,” I whisper.
“Yeah, it does. I can’t wait for it to snow. I love playing in the snow.”
Grinning at Mateo, I smile. “Yeah, daddy, I bet you do.”
Mateo flushes and my heart feels as if it could explode. He’s so handsome, his eyes kind and loving, his smile so warm. He is the one who got this thing started, the one who keeps us on track. But I am so happy to see how he has lightened, how he has let himself laugh a little more, have a little more fun.
“Me too,” Enzo grins, the two men sharing a look. “Not to mention the holidays when we will get to spoil our sweet girl.”
Flushing, I shake my head. They spoil me enough. They’ve taken me shopping several times. Clothes, jewelry, shoes, cute little girl things I am too damn old to have but still want, anything I could dream of, they’ve given me. Every day with them is a gift, but they often give me presents each day, ones that show how different we all are to one another.
“No, no, no. That ismyseason, fellas. I will bake my ass of because I love cooking. I love baking. I will absolutely make the hugest mess in the kitchen, but it’ll be worth it at the end.”
They all laugh, and I smile, snuggling into Enzo again. I am still lightheaded with the whirlwind this has been. Last month, I was out on the street, without a job, and cut off from my family. In one single night—one mess of a night—that all changed
Thinking about that night at the wedding, I smile. They told me they had gone at the last minute, using it as an excuse to take time off. Nico, the groom, is their friend and one of their partners in Pack Protection. If they had not wanted to spend time with each other, and with him, I would never have dropped that tray at their feet. It would have been at someone else’s.
