Page 76 of Christmas with Four Tattoo Artists

The confidence in his touch was intoxicating. Finn seemed to know every secret part of me, every hidden desire, and he played them like a master. His fingers, lips, every part of him worked in tandem, driving me to a peak so intense I could barely breathe. He took me from behind, his hands on my hips as he pushed in again and again, the sounds of flesh against flesh filling the air. I moaned like mad, the delight almost too much to take. As the waves of pleasure broke over me, he leaned in, his breath hot against my ear as he erupted deep inside.

Kai had always been the mystery, the one who spoke more with his actions than his words. As he moved above me, his touches were gentle, but filled with raw emotion. Soft words flowed from his lips, making me melt further into the bed.

"You have no idea how beautiful you are," he whispered, his movements slow and deliberate, worshipping every inch of me. I climbed on top of him, lowering myself down onto his manhood, a sigh pouring out of me as I took in his inches. When I was full of him, I leaned forward, placing my hands on the hard plane of his chest. The intensity of his gaze, his soft, measured touches, built up another crescendo within me, and when it broke, I felt as if I were floating, his hands gripping my hips tightly as he drained into me.

Lastly, Andrew's approach was one of controlled passion. The weight of his past seemed to add layers to his every touch, his every movement. "Tell me," he rasped, holding back, making me squirm in anticipation. "Tell me what you want."

"You," I panted. "Just you."

That devilish smirk appeared, and he lost all restraint as he bucked, my legs spread wide open to accept him. The world around us blurred as he drew another climax from me, his own release joining mine.

Exhausted, sated, and surrounded by the warmth of the men I loved, I was reminded that what we had went beyond just a physical connection. It was the binding of souls, the intertwining of hearts. I felt seen, cherished, and loved in ways words could never capture.

As the emotional whirlwind of the evening began to quiet, we all settled into the plush expanse of the bed, limbs entangled. The city lights outside painted a surreal, panoramic backdrop. Kai, tracing patterns on my stomach, suddenly broke the silence. "How are you feeling about the pregnancy?"

James grinned. "Yeah, having a baby is a pretty big deal. And we haven’t had the chance to discuss it with everything that happened."

I chuckled. "Honestly, when I first found out, I was scared," I began, the words forming a bridge to a vulnerability I often masked. "I wasn’t sure how you'd all feel about it. I wondered if you guys would see it as a burden. Or something that was going to tie you down." The last part was whispered, the unspoken fears of potential rejection looming large.

A heavy silence followed, punctuated only by the distant hum of Miami's nightlife on the streets below. Finally, Finn spoke. "Julia, do you really think we'd leave you to handle this on your own?"

Andrew, gently turning my face toward him, his eyes filled with a seriousness that always made my heart skip a beat, whispered, "Every challenge we face, we face together. It's us against the world, remember?"

Kai's playful demeanor sobered up. "The baby is part of you, Jules. And whatever is a part of you, we'll love and cherish, unconditionally."

"You've been kidnapped, shot at, and thrown into our chaotic world," James began, his eyes sparkling but his tone dead serious, "and through it all, you've stood tall, never once faltering. We adore you. If that baby has even a fraction of your spirit, he or she will be a force to be reckoned with."

My heart swelled with emotions so vast, they quickly overcame me. Tears formed in my eyes—not of sadness, but of an overwhelming love. "You guys… I don't know what I did to deserve you."

Finn, pulling me close, whispered, "You existed. That's all it took."

Kai, James, and Andrew nodded, their agreement silent but potent.

For a moment, the world stood still, as the weight of their words sank in. I was loved, valued, cherished. They weren't just with me because of the baby, or out of some misplaced sense of obligation. They were with me because they genuinely wanted to be.

As the evening slipped deep into night, I basked in the warmth of their collective embrace. The promise of a future together, of facing whatever challenges lay ahead as a united front, wrapped around me. In that moment, I truly understood the depth of our bond. Whatever happened, we'd face it together and overcome, just as we had done with Klaus. For the first time in my tumultuous life, I knew I was exactly where I belonged.

Epilogue I

Julia

One year later…

The sun glinted off the glass windows of the downtown café, the world bustling by in a symphony of laughter, chatter, and the faraway sounds of traffic. Maddie and I were in our usual corner booth, surrounded by the aroma of freshly ground coffee and pastries. A year had passed since the harrowing events involving the Crimson Devils, but looking at us now, no one would ever guess that we'd lived through anything more stressful than deciding on our coffee orders.

“Spill it, Mads. How was last night's escapade?” I prompted, raising an eyebrow.

“Oh my God, Jules,” Maddie burst out, her laughter infectious. “This guy strutted around in these neon-colored shoes, like he was one of those sneakerhead streetwear dudes. Oh, and by the way, they matched his mom’s.”

I almost choked on my coffee. “Matched with his mom’s? You’re joking. Wait, how did you even know?”

“Wish I was joking,” she giggled, taking a sip of her iced latte. “But he was definitely a mama’s boy. He took meandher to dinner. Surprise! It’s a double date. Said that he never takes a girl on date number two unless she’s Mom-approved.”

I rolled my eyes dramatically, though the grin plastered on my face betrayed my amusement.

“I swear, one of these days you need to settle down, put these app guys behind you for good.”

She shot me a cheeky grin, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “Oh, come on. I mean, you know what I always say—why settle for one flavor when you can have the whole freaking gelato shop!”

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