Triplets Make Five

“So good,” he said through clenched teeth when he shoved his dick deep into me, stopping for a few moments to relish in the feeling of my pussy against his member. “I would never grow tired of fucking you. Every single day. In every single position.”

His lips connected with mine the second he started moving in me. He was ramming me fast, his mouth drinking my screams.

“Please, Owen... Fuck me harder!”

He raised his eyebrow. “You want me to fuck you harder, baby?”

“Yes!”

“Then get ready to be fucked brutally.” He lowered me down and turned me around. “Brace yourself against the wall.” I pressed my hands against the slippery wall. “Even lower.” He moved my hands down, bending me further, and my ass got arched high in the air. His hand caressed my ass cheeks with adoration as his cock got inside my pussy once more.

Another scream tore out of my throat when he started pounding into me immediately, a wild tempo shattering my whole world, and it was the best feeling I’d ever felt. He was relentless, fucking me like never before, and my throat became sore from all screaming. I could barely support myself since my shaky hands slid down the wall constantly and my knees felt like they were going to give out any moment.

He was like a wild animal, driven by raw desire and need, and it went on and on... The most intense orgasmic pleasure erupted in each part of my body, and it was unbearable, crushing me from the inside out. I didn’t even remember how I ended on the floor—on my back as he separated my legs and pushed back inside of me again, continuing the merciless rhythm that was draining every ounce of energy out of me.

“So beautiful. I love you, Sydney. You’re only mine.” He thrust one last time and stilled, groaning when his hot sperm filled me in several spurts. “Sydney!”

His body came on top of mine, and I barely had any strength left to wrap my arms around him and hold him flush against me. We were both breathing heavily, our hearts beating like crazy until the pleasure subdued.

“This was the best sex I’ve ever experienced,” I murmured into his skin, tracing my fingers idly over his back.

He brought himself to his elbows and looked at me, adoration filling his eyes as he smiled. “And it’s only the beginning. It will be way better.”

“Better than this?” I asked incredulously.

His smirk was cocky, and his eyes reflected his smugness. “You think this is all I’ve got? You better prepare yourself, baby, because now that I have you, nothing will stop me from loving every inch of you...” His lips traced my neck. “Many times...” They lowered to my breasts. “Each day...” He took my nipple into his mouth, drawing a moan out of me, and I was hot all over again. “For the rest of our lives.”

“Owen!” I arched my back when he lowered even further, pressing his lips against my most sensitive part.

His eyes were devouring me. “Starting from now.”

Epilogue

Sydney

“How do I look?” I asked Declan.

“Fabulous, Syd. You know, I’ve never seen you so happy.” Which wasn’t true. He’d been seeing me this happy all year, and even happier when I was with Owen.

“Focus, Declan! Are you sure?” I spun around, looking in the mirror.

“I’m sure! Come on already, it’s time!”

I took a deep breath, and then took his elbow. My brother led me out of the small room and down the hall, to tall white doors. I could hear Mendelssohn playing on the other side of them.

“Ready?” he asked.

“As I’ll ever be.”

The doors opened, and Declan led me down the aisle, as all the guests watched us with huge smiles on their faces. Julia was there as the maid of honor, winking at me and giving me thumbs up. Everybody held their breath. I saw Owen at the altar, in a tux and a sexy stubble, a red flower on his lapel.

I couldn’t hold back the tears, and even saw Owen’s eyes get wet, but when the time came, we both said I do. The guests applauded, and we kissed like it was our first time, with love and passion than I thought possible. Julia didn’t catch the bouquet, but she met a nice guy at the bar after the ceremony, and that seemed to be good enough.

We had been living together for the past year, at Owen’s apartment in River North, which was now our apartment. He had distanced himself from his business, effectively retiring, and we had spent the past year traveling all over the world, doing all sorts of crazy stuff, from base-jumping to whitewater rafting. There was nothing in the world we couldn’t do when we were together.

We had fought off Declan’s cancer, and he had been in remission for nine months now. He had found a job and promised to return Owen the money he had spent, but we didn’t hold him to it. The important thing was that they had become good friends. There was

a lot Declan could learn from Owen, both in business and in life. At first, I didn’t approve – the last thing I wanted was for my brother to get into some sketchy business with the likes of Lawson, but they both promised me that his work would be legit. Now that the sickness was no longer bothering him, Declan had adopted a more positive outlook on life. He had become ambitious and outgoing. He had started practicing yoga and meditation, learning to be at peace with himself.