Unconventional

They turned to me, and in each of their expressions I saw the hint of a smile.

“We won’t though,” said Noah. “Because we’re here. With you. Where we belong.”

My lip trembled. I sniffed a little, as a tear rolled down my cheek.

“I definitely wouldn’t be anywhere else,” agreed Chase. “Even with every gold coin in the world.”

He slid an arm around me, squeezing me in. Pulling me to a spot directly between him and Noah, while still looking out over everything I owned.

Everything we own.

The little voice in my head sounded so sure of itself. I wanted to be just as confident.

“What about you, you tattooed maniac?” asked Noah. “Where do you stand in all this?”

Julian didn’t answer right away. Instead he kept staring out past the battlements, while stepping slowly forward. He continued until he was pressed snugly against me, shielding me from the wind.

“I’m not a hundred-percent certain we’re done here either,” said Julian, slipping his arms around my waist. His fingers interlaced themselves over my lower belly, where they felt firm and secure and wonderful. “Not with you,” he squeezed, “that’s for sure. But also with our renovations.”

His voice trailed off curiously on the early autumn wind. Noah and Chase looked back at each o

ther almost amused.

“And you’re thinking we need to…”

“Quit fucking around with the aesthetics,” Julian jumped in, “and start doing the important stuff necessary to turn this place into what it was always meant to be.”

“A fierce stronghold able to withstand catapults and siege engines?” I asked, feeling clever.

“No,” the stonemason replied simply. “A bed and breakfast.”

Epilogue

MADISON

Noah’s grip became steadily firmer, eliciting an aroused whimper from the base of my throat. He had one hand on the globe of my naked ass. The other, entangled in the mess of my hair.

“Don’t stop… don’t stop…”

Right now he was pulling my head back. Drilling me into the fluffy white comforter, face-down, my jet-black thong stretched to one side.

I came hard, right before he flooded me with his seed. I could feel it firing into me, over and over. Filling me to overflowing, for the second time in as many lovers.

“Oh it’s so warm…” I groaned, reaching blindly backward to pull him in. “So fucking warm…”

We were in a hotel, and an expensive one at that. Treating ourselves to a rare weekend away, considering how close our second set of renovations were to being done.

“Mmmmm…” I moaned as he pulled out of me. I rolled onto my back. Spread my legs, and let my hand drift slowly downward.

“Where’s Julian?” I purred, dragging a finger through his warm, pearly come.

“I think he went for coffee.”

“Well send him up,” I sighed, bringing the same finger up to my mouth. “I need him.”

Noah’s eyes were locked on my come-coated fingers, which were now resting against my lips. I opened a little, still holding his gaze. Smiling wickedly as I dragged them over my tongue.

“I need him now…”