36 Inches (Size Matters 3)

A ring box.

“Because we love you, we want to give you this,” Mason says, opening the box and kneeling before me.

“Oh gosh!” I cry out and like I know I sound silly but I’m just amazed. “I love you all,” I say. “I am so glad that you three accept that. That you accept me,” I say, and my eyes are just welling up so much I can’t even see.

“And we want you to accept us,” Derek says. “As your husbands. Will you marry us, Cara?”

I start wiping the tears from my eyes, and I’m nodding. I finally make the words come out, “yes!” in a squeal. I try to say how yes, I will marry them. But I’m kinda just crying and making little excited sounds.

Parker takes the ring, sliding it onto my fingers and kissing my hand.

“To forever,” my three men say in unison. I'm more content and satisfied than I have ever been in my life.

“Yes, and forever starts with a nap because I’m so fucking exhausted,” I say with a laugh.

My eyes flutter closed, and I feel arms around me. I feel someone cradling me close and carrying me. I don’t even care where, or if there’s people around. I’d paint, “I love my men,” on my tits in their cum, damn the consequences or what anyone else thinks.

I'm not sure who it is carrying me because sleep is taking over my thoughts. I curl my head up against the chest of the man carrying me, and I feel three sets of hands touching me. I'm in the clouds still, though, drifting off to sleep. I curl up in a little ball as they lay me down on the large couch at the end of the room, and I drift off to sleep. I have everything I could ever want, and then some. I rest my eyes and enter a dream world where all of this exists.

It will forever be mine.

I will forever be home, always on the brink of enchantment and joy, surrounded by the men whom I love, and whom love me.

Chapter 32

Derek

"I can picture it now … a shelf here, a bed over there, exercise equipment over in that corner so I can have a view of the city, and—"

"Wait a minute," Parker says, crossing his arms over his chest. "Who told you that you could have the big room?"

"No one has to tell me," I say, flashing him a smile. "I'm telling you."

"Well, I don't know about that … I can't let you have this room that easily. There are other people in this house, you know."

I look back at Parker over my shoulder and laugh. I know he's just giving me a hard time, but two can play this game.

"Arm wrestle?" I say, giving him a smile. "We can handle this the old fashioned way."

"Who can say no to that?" he grins in approval.

We both walk out of the room, and back to the kitchen.

"Right here," I say, pointing to the counter.

He nods and we both take our coats off, and place our arms over the cold granite counter. Win or lose, I'm gonna give Parker one hell of a challenge.

We lock hands. "On the count of three, okay?" I say, and I can feel him positioning his hand into mine, steadying his grip.

We're both competitive guys, so this should be interesting.

"I'll count," Parker says.

I shrug. "Go for it."

"One, two … THREE!"

As soon as he says this, our hands clench and our muscles tense. He's stronger than I remembered him to be. I can feel my elbow pressing into the granite with increased force, and none of that matters—my mind is dead set on winning this thing.