Quiver & Burn (Surrender to Them 5)

“Then it’s settled.” I nodded quickly and smiled.

“It would be nice not to have to worry about being homeless when I can’t pay my rent. Even if the landlord cuts me a break, it’s going to take a couple of paychecks to get back on my feet.” Brylee’s smile widened. “I guess I can use that as an excuse for moving in with extremely hot twin firefighters.”

“And when you’re all better, we can show just how much we’ve missed you.” Rand grinned and squeezed her hand.

“I’m—probably okay for that now.” Brylee lifted her eyebrows and her smile twisted into a devious grin.

“Let’s give it a couple days to be safe.” I let go of her hand and pointed at the tea. “Keep drinking. You need fluids.”

“Fine.” She grunted and took a quick sip of her tea.

I felt more joy in that moment then I had ever felt before. Brylee was everything I had ever dreamed of in a woman and I knew Rand felt the exact same way. It wasn’t just going to be about sharing her—we were going to be three people in love that were totally devoted to each other. I hoped that one day we could talk about marriage, even if it wasn’t a traditional wedding with one bride and one groom. We had the rest of our lives to figure it out, and every day was going to be a blessing. Rand and I would spend every single moment we had with Brylee showing her how special she was and how much we loved her.

Epilogue

Brylee

One year later

The first few weeks after I got out of the hospital were filled with interviews—but not the ones that would lead to a job. I had to sit down with the police and make a formal statement in writing. After that, the SEC wanted me to walk them through exactly what I saw at Dunkirk Accounting and how the fraud was set up. Just when I thought I had met with everyone that I could possibly meet with, the IRS came calling. They wanted to verify some figures with me, and while they didn’t disclose the name of the person they were investigating, I knew it was the Russo account just based on the discrepancies. Mr. Dunkirk took a plea deal and was sentenced to life in prison. I didn’t really want to see him again, but I couldn’t resist going to court and watching his last moments outside of a jail cell. Standing up and locking eyes with him as he was led out of the courtroom was a lot more satisfying than I realized.

I thought that Dunkirk Accounting would go under after Mr. Dunkirk was locked up, but the SEC stepped in. The accounts were recovered from the files Mr. Dunkirk deleted, and once they were verified, the SEC arranged to have them transferred to other firms in Atlanta—with the understanding that the employees who handled them would be brought on to manage the accounts until they were fully integrated into the new company. Most of the customers were pleased with this, except for the ones that were involved in Mr. Dunkirk’s embezzlement scheme. A part of Mr. Dunkirk’s plea was to fully cooperate with those investigations. The scheme was his idea, but they still benefited from it, and some of them ended up going to prison. If Mr. Dunkirk hadn’t taken his plea deal, their testimony might have been worth something, but they didn’t need it, so the authorities threw the book at them.

I ended up getting a job at an accounting firm that handled nearly twice as many accounts as Dunkirk Accounting, and everything seemed to be completely by the book. It was one of the firms that didn’t even return my calls after college, but after I made the news, they were willing to give me a chance. They certainly didn’t have to worry about my integrity, which they thought was a huge bonus. The funny thing was that I ended up reporting to Mr. Smith again because he got a job there as well as the manager of the department I worked in. A few other people from Dunkirk Accounting ended up working there as well, so we had our own clique of people who followed the developments as our old employer and the people he committed fraud for were trashed in the news. After a year, it was business as usual, and we hardly even talked about it.

“Welcome home!” I walked into the living room as soon as I heard the front door opening.

“Two days off—and it’s the weekend.” Rand walked into the apartment and started sliding off his shoes. “The best days off we could ever have.”

“Tell me about it.” Jett nodded and removed his shoes.

“Oh, did you miss me?” I walked over and wrapped my arms around Rand’s neck.

“I’m about to show you how much.” Rand started kissing me and slid his hands down my hips to squeeze my ass.

Things with Jett and Rand certainly heated up once I moved in and fully recovered from the carbon monoxide poisoning. When our days off lined up, we were usually at a storage auction or burning up the bedroom. I was happy that they had the whole weekend to spend with me, and there were no auctions for us to attend because I was looking forward to having them all to myself for two days. It was rare that they got both weekend days off, and I wasn’t going to waste a single minute of the time we had together. Rand’s lips were crushing mine in a passionate kiss while Jett teased my neck. It was a really good start to the weekend already. Rand pulled me close as his lips separated from mine.

“We have something we want to talk to you about before we head to the bedroom.” Rand reached down and took my hand in his.

“Oh yeah?” I tilted my head to the side. “What’s that?”

“How would you like to try for a baby?” Jett’s lips spread into a grin.

“Seriously?” I blinked in surprise. “I thought you both wanted to wait.”

“I think we’ve waited long enough” Rand grinned. “You’ve been living with us for a year now.”

“Yeah, but we talked about having some sort of wedding first.” I bit down on my lip and grimaced. “Which means we finally have to be honest with our parents.”

“Of course.” Jett reached into his pocket. “That’s why we bought you a ring.”

“What!?” My eyes nearly bulged out of my head as they both knelt down in front of me.

I didn’t even know what to say. I was in total shock. They asked me to marry them both, and while I wasn’t sure how that was going to work exactly, all I could do was agree. The ring was a beautiful diamond solitaire that felt heavy on my hand when they slid it on my finger. I was gushing and blubbering so much that I don’t know what I said exactly outside of a resounding yes, but Jett quickly silenced me with a kiss. The three of us started making our way to the bedroom where they finished removing my clothes and pushed me back on the bed. I wasn’t on the pill, and when they crawled into bed without putting on condoms, I realized that they were very serious about making a baby—we were going to start immediately.

“Don’t you want to spank me first?” I rolled over and wiggled my ass. “Once you knock me up, you won’t be able to do that for nine months.”

“Get your ass over here.” Rand