Corrupting Chastity - Krista Wolf Page 0,76
little bit yeah,” I admitted. “But it’s a good scared. The kind of scared you feel the night before something you know is going to be amazing, but you just… well…”
“You really want it to go well,” Senan offered.
“Yeah. Exactly.”
“So you’ve got the moving in with three guys jitters,” Brett joked.
“Not just three guys,” I replied. “Three lovers.” I laughed again. “Huge difference.”
“A lot less sleep involved, I can tell you that,” Ander winked.
My stomach tightened. I thought about life, about work, about the upcoming launch. But those things were insignificant in the wake of what I’d accomplished here. Not just finding love at the end of a very long road, but finding it three times over… and not shying away from it.
“You sure you can handle us?” asked Senan, raising an eyebrow.
“Me?”
Brett smirked. “Well we don’t see any other half-naked Harley Quinns lying around.”
“Maybe I should show you what I can handle,” I grunted, rolling onto my stomach. I smiled back at the boys wantonly, scissoring my legs.
“And maybe we should spank you again,” Ander countered.
Glancing left and right, I reached out an seized my mallet. Standing it on end, it towered over us menacingly.
“You can sure as hell try,” I winked playfully.
Epilogue
DELAINA
“It’s… just woods.”
Brett laughed beside me, nodding his head. At least he agreed. But off to my left, Senan came stomping back into the tiny clearing.
“You’ve gotta close your eyes and look at the big picture,” he said. “The picture that happens after we clear most of this out.”
He raised both muscular arms and made a circular motion, like a wizard casting a spell. Nothing happened. The trees were still there, thick and tall.
“So I have to close my eyes to see it?”
“Yes.”
“Okay…”
I closed my eyes, playing along. I expected at any moment that one or more of them would kiss me, or stick a finger past my lips, or do something equally spontaneous or funny. I knew them long enough now to know what usually came next.
Two whole years…
Well, almost. Close enough to know their little tricks and idiosyncrasies.
“Look, the land was cheap because we have to clear it,” said Ander, stomping out of the woods from the other direction. “That’s something we can do together. To save money.”
“Week by week,” Senan nodded, “we’ll get the property ready. Five acres is huge. We only need to clear one to start working on the house. The rest we can clean up as we go.”
The house. Rather, our dream house. The one we meticulously sat down and planned out. The one we were ready to build, but only in the right place, on the right lot.
“Picture the backyard here,” said Senan. “And we’ll build a huge deck back here, and a patio here.”
“And a firepit,” said Brett. “Gotta have one of those.”
“And the swimming pool,” I added. “One with a waterfall.” I smiled as Senan and Ander both rolled their eyes. “That was the agreement, so don’t forget that part.”
“Yeah, yeah,” Senan chuckled. He reached out again and gestured. “A kidney-shaped in-ground pool, right about here.”
“With a waterfall,” I pressed.
Ander laughed. “What are you, a mermaid? Why do you need a—”
“With a waterfall,” Senan affirmed. “We promise.”
“And a hot tub,” said Brett. “We can attach it to the pool if you want. Or…”
I let him go on, wandering away as the guys began talking animatedly between themselves. Senan was right, the property was definitely a bargain. A huge, secluded lot at the end of a cul-de-sac, all ready for someone to come clear it and build a beautiful house among the trees.
No, not a house. A home.
It was a long time coming for us. Two whole years as a quadruple. Two glorious years of sharing my love with the three most incredible men in the world, and them sharing their lives with me. As far as relationships went, it should’ve been the craziest thing in the world. Totally forbidden. Completely taboo. It should’ve been wrought with jealousy and infighting and problems that would stem from having four strong personalities butting heads together, both in business and in our personal life.
Only it was nothing like that at all. And that’s because it worked.
The one thing nobody takes into consideration about a situation like this is the camaraderie that exists between friends. They focus solely on the sexual aspects: on the pitfalls and problems of there being one woman ‘splitting her time’ with three men. They miss the concept of friendship, of brotherhood. Of each guy having his two best