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Yes. More. Yes, please.

Yes!

“AAAAuughhHHH!!!” someone calls out.

Not me, because my mouth is full of cock.

And now my mouth is full of seed. Hot and splashing, dripping down my throat. And my pussy. And my ass.

Everything.

Everywhere.

I know that I am coming because I see that white light. Those spirals and fireworks. I don’t know when it started. I may have been doing it this whole time.

My boyfriends hold me in their arms, all three, cradling my form as I shiver and shudder, spasming with each successive wave of ecstasy.

Until I can’t take anymore.

Until all we can do is huddle together in a kind of half-awake state, connected and pulsing, knowing that this is the closest we can ever be to each other.

Chapter 39

AMBROSE

Room by room, I went through the house with my cell phone held aloft, taking videos of our completed work. Now that I can stand back and appreciate it, it’s really something.

Holy shit, I can’t believe we pulled this off.

The house is gorgeous. We used all of the materials, and barely had enough to get a single trash hauler to take away the rest.

That was unnerving, I will admit. It is amazing to me that these people can drive around these cliffs and not die of fright.

Give me the regular old Great Smoky Mountains any day.

But Patrick and the guys did a good job, I have to admit it. It’s a beautiful home.

Amber stopped by to get the greenhouse started. Now it is lush and thriving, filled with that peaty scent of seedlings. Jolene came with her, and I tried not to hover too obviously over them. They are becoming really close friends.

Not too close, they assure me.

The kitchen appliances are gleaming and ready to go, as soon as the owners get here. They say they will be visiting from Barcelona soon, but they don’t have any plans to live here. It seems like a pity. All this work for a house that is probably going to stand vacant eleven months out of the year.

Everything is done. I check off a mental list as I walk from room to room. Did we forget anything? Any glaring diversions from the blueprints?

No. It’s good. It even has a little bit of our standard flair. We like to make sure people get something extra.

The carved front door is a beautiful touch. Boone is a master woodcarver, though he will hardly admit it. It is a behemoth piece, carved with intricate trailing vines and flowers. When I sent the initial picture to the homeowner, they were delighted.

So that’s it.

We are done.

After the video is completed, I share it to the homeowners and walk back out of the front door, closing it firmly behind me. The keys get hidden in a false front stone that I am sure local teenagers will be able to figure out without too much trouble.

Not my problem. Not my house.

To my surprise, I see Patrick waving at me from across the garden. He trudges up the short hill, smiling.

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