Page 61 of When We Breathe
“Thank fuck,” Adam grits out. “I fucking love feeling Gabe when I’m inside you, Princess. God, there’s nothing better than this.”
“Nothing better,” Gabe agrees as they move, alternating in and out. It’s the sexiest dance I’ve ever been a part of. The three of us, together, moving so perfectly until I feel all of the muscles inside me start to quiver.
“Oh God.”
“Are you going to come for us, baby?” Adam asks.
“Yes. Oh fuck, I can’t stop it.”
“Come on our cocks, love,” Gabe says, and then swears under his breath. “Christ, I won’t last. I need you to get there, babe.”
“I’m there.” Adam’s holding my hips, and I feel us all start to go over the edge into oblivion together. It’s never happened like this before. I didn’t know it could. But we explode spectacularly, and then we’re a sweaty heap of flesh, trying to catch our breath.
“Don’t go yet,” I beg Gabe, holding on with my arm around his neck. “Adam, are we too heavy?”
“No.” He peppers kisses along my back. “You can have anything you want.”
“Just a minute more. Just like this. God, I love you both so much.”
They don’t pull out, but do manage to ease us down, so we’re all on our sides, tangled together.
“You two are everything I’ve ever needed,” Adam says, reaching out to cup Gabe’s face. Gabe turns his head to kiss Adam’s palm.
“Mmm, let’s stay here forever.”
Adam laughs and kisses my shoulder again. “We have a lot of things to do, Princess.”
“Like what?”
“Like build you that office. Make dinner. Show you the world.”
“All tonight?”
Gabe grins down at me, that beautiful smile that always makes me giddy. “We’ll take it one day at a time, Shorty.”
Epilogue
Gabe
Christmas Morning
“Holy shit, the snow isn’t messing around,” Alex says from the window, curled up with a blanket over her lap and a hot mug of cocoa in her hands. Her eyes are wide with wonder as flakes the size of my fist drift to the ground outside.
“It doesn’t suck to be snowed in at Christmas.” Adam winks at me as he pours us each a glass of bourbon.
I need it.
I’m nervous as fuck, while he’s as calm as can be.
What if she says no?
“She won’t say no,” he whispers in my ear. It’s as if he can read my thoughts, then kisses me soundly.
Fuck, I love his mouth.
The three of us have been together for six months now, and there’s no doubt that we’re all in it forever. I’ll never let either of them go.
They’re mine.
