to do, from packing my house to closing my office. It should be scary to give up my life, but for years I hadn’t lived an actual life. Spending my time on the road, running from the pain of my ex, made little time for genuine connections. After talking to Jill on my drive back to the hotel, I knew this was the right choice, even if from the outside it seemed crazy.
I woke up sandwiched between Jameson and Lachlan, my men. Taking the opportunity to observe them as they slept, I saw the similarities but noticed the differences. Lachlan had tiny creases near his eyes, and his jaw was covered in a dark scruff. Turning my head, I saw laugh lines on Jameson’s fair skin, evidence of his happiness.
Slowly, I extracted myself from between them and slid a pillow into my spot, watching them both reach out for it. For me. Walking into the bathroom, I stared into the mirror and hardly recognized the person staring back at me. My hair was a mess, sticking up in every direction, and there were fading bite marks along my neck and breasts. My pussy was sore from the amazing orgasms they gave me for hours, and deep inside, I knew I was different.
Turning the water on in the massive shower, I stepped into the hot water and let it wash away the tension in my shoulders. There was a small part of me that worried what my parents would think of me having a relationship with two men, but if I was happy, I didn’t foresee them objecting. They were free spirits at heart and would only care that Lachlan and Jameson treated me right.
Ducking my head under the water, I startled when a powerful pair of hands pulled me into a hard chest. Glancing over my shoulder, I saw Lachlan gazing down at me, his thick length pressing against my ass. Leaning into him, his hands roamed up my chest, massaging my wet breasts as the water rained down over us.
Turning in his arms, I linked my hands behind his neck, and he leaned over, kissing me until we were panting for air. He caressed my cheek and I leaned into his touch. Staring up into his green eyes, I saw love shining down at me. Love that was new, but already felt like forever.
“Are you ready to be pampered?” he asked, and I looked at him in confusion. “We want to give you new memories. Better memories of today. Will you let us spoil you?”
“You . . . you don’t have to do that,” I replied, feeling the old familiar pain deep in my chest.
My eyes cast down to his chest and he urged my eyes back to his. Smiling down at me, he kissed me on the forehead and whispered, “You deserve to be spoiled rotten, Nadia. Let us show you what life and love can really be.” My eyes filled with tears and I nodded, unable to get the words past the lump in my throat. “Get ready, darlin’. Today is all about you.”
With his promise, he winked and left me alone in the shower. I finished washing, eager for whatever they had planned. Toweling off with the fluffy white towel, I wrapped it around my body and entered the bedroom. The bed was a mess from our love-making last night and there was a red cotton robe laying on the edge with a card sitting on top.
Pulling on the softest robe I had ever felt, I sat on the edge of the bed and opened the envelope with trembling hands. Inside was a handwritten note, signed by both of them. It was a beautiful card, expressing their love for me and my heart leapt out of my chest at the words wife, children, and forever.
Laying the card on top of my suitcase, I left the suite, wanting to find my men. Walking into the living space, I smelled fresh coffee. Sighing contently, I walked into the small dining space and they both greeted me with a hug and deep kiss.
“Thank you for the present,” I remarked as Jameson pulled out a chair for me.
He leaned over and kissed my cheek before sitting next to me and taking my hand into his. “You’re welcome, beautiful.”
Turning to thank Lachlan, I saw him walking back from the other bedroom carrying a large vase filled with red, pink, and white roses. He set them on the table in front of