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Beau replaces him before I have the time to come down, thrusting into me hard and fast. The waves are already getting higher, and I’m panting, ready to crash.

“I love you, Erin.” His voice is barely a whisper as our eyes lock. “We love you.”

“I love you. All of you.” I do, and I know I’ll spend the rest of my life loving them. Happy that Jove allowed us to have this chance. Allowed me into their lives… their work… their hearts.

“Then come for us,” he says. Our eyes lock, his jaw tense.

This is it.

Jove and Atty knead my breasts as Beau pounds me relentlessly.

My climax is nearing, my stomach tightening as it climbs higher inside my body.

“That’s it, baby,” Jove whispers in my ear. “Let it go. Give yourself to us. Because this is your first of the night. We’re going to fuck you all night long.”

Atty growls, before leaning down and sucking on my hard nipple.

I’m panting harder and faster. My back arches as the three men take me on a journey that I don’t want to end, but I have no choice anymore as my body races toward the conclusion.

And that’s when I scream out their names.

I’m still coming down from my high when I notice the three men are staring at each other, but it’s Atty who finally speaks.

“We’ve missed you, Erin.” He presses a kiss to my forehead. “So fucking much. And we’ve been talking about you. Because we hate that you still live in the cottage and not here with us.”

“About that…”

Shaking his head as he adds, “We’re not trying to push you. Take your time, but...”

I tug his hand and blurt out, “I’ve moved in.” Smiling at Beau, then Jove, and back to Atty, whose mouth is ajar. “I’m ready… for everything.”

My heart is beating so fast as I wait for someone other than me to speak.

“Everything?” Jove asks. “You mean a baby?”

We’ve talked about children over drinks and dinner a few times. I think they were still testing me, checking I was with them for the long term.

I am.

“I’m ready for everything.”

Epilogue Two - Erin

Eighteen Months Later

Myfathertooksometime to get over the shock of finding out his daughter is in love with three men. My mother never had the same reaction.

I secretly think she’s envious that I have three men who adore me, when my father isn’t the type of man to show affection.

However, that is changing lately. I’ve noticed on a few recent occasions my father is more devoted to her than normal. I hope him seeing me with my men has made him realize the value of love and respect in a marriage.

To be fair, it wasn’t only my father. Neither showed the other much respect. I know they love each other, heck they must because they’ve stayed married for so long. I would have divorced a man like my father years ago.

“Miss Erin, why are you smiling?” Danielle asks. The most outspoken of my young dance students.

“Because I’m happy,” I reply. She smiles back at me as I stand at the front of the studio, my arms outstretched as I show the proper form for a plié.

“Arms in the correct position and point your toes, Annabelle.” I show my young student how I want her to pose before she takes her next ballet move.

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