Epilogue
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Three weeks later
“Humm, yes… Just like that” I moan, appreciating his rough fingers.
“Are you sure I’m not being too ruff?” Sloan asks.
“Not at all. You can even be a little ruffer. I like it” I say, keeping my eyes closed and a little smirk on my lips.
“Alright. Let me just add a little more shampoo first.” He says, grabbing the bottle from the shower caddy.
Ever since I got out of the hospital, I have not been left alone for more than five minutes. That includes the time I spend bathing.
But I’m not complaining… too much.
All of my men have been nothing but amazing. The only thing I would change is the way they tiptoe around me as if I’m a porcelain doll about to break.
I know the doctor said to get plenty of rest, but I’ve been awake for two weeks now and home for one.
I need a little loving if you know what I mean.
After rinsing out the remaining shampoo, Sloan helps me out of the tub, wrapping a fluffy towel around me.
I don’t miss the lingering look he gave my ass while he was wrapping me up, thanks to the huge mirror on top of the counter.
With a smile, I have a delicious thought run through my head.
“What’s that smile for?” He asks with a raised eyebrow.
“That’s for me to know, and you to maybe find out,” I answer, pulling out my tongue and rushing out of the bathroom.
As I’m running, I drop my towel on my bedroom floor and run out the door.
“What are you doing?! Stop running! Your feet are still wet! You’re going to slip and fall!” He yells, only making me laugh out loud.
I look back to see if he’s following me but come to an abrupt stop when I hit a wall. Well, a hard chest that is as hard as a wall.
“What’s going on here? Why are you running like that? You could have gotten hurt,” Bash with a crimson blush.
“Well, I was running from Sloan,” I say, pouting a little.
“Now, why would you be running from him? And naked at that.” He says, looking down at my body, taking in a sharp breath, his hold tightening a little.
I know I’m affecting him, and the fact he does nothing infuriates me more!
“You all treat me as if I’m going to break at any moment! I wanted to show him that I’m fine. I wanted to show all of you! I’ve been out of the hospital for a week! I’ve rested enough! I am more than fine!” I say with a huff.
“We have not been treating you as if you are breakable.” He defends.
“Yes, you have! When was the last time you kissed me? Like, really kissed me? Or made any moves to touch me apart from helping me up from bed and washing?” I ask, looking him directly in the eyes.
“And you,” I say turning to face Sloan. “When’s the last time you tried to feel me up, apart from helping me dry out of a bath?”
“And how about you? When have you ever tried anything with me?” I ask, hand on the hip, looking at stunt Greg who just walked in the front door carrying a tray full of coffees.
“What did I do?” He ask, confused about my question.
“Nothing! That’s exactly what you all did!” I say, passing both hands through my short, tousled hair, exasperated.
“What happened while I wasn’t here? I was only gone to the coffee shop for maybe twenty-five minutes,” Greg says, placing the tray on the kitchen table.
“I think Snow has been feeling neglected,” Bash says, his eyes not leaving mine.
“No s**t Sherlock!” I say, keeping eye contact.
“Are you sure you are not hurting anywhere? No dizziness, no headaches?” Gregory says, his posture shifting.
“No. Not in the slightest.” I reply, straightening a little.
“Well then,” he says, scooping me up in one swift movement, taking large strides toward my bedroom.
Before we could even pass the threshold, my back slammed against Sloan’s chest, which was still behind me.
Keeping his hand on my hips, he backups while Gregory walks forward, followed by Bash.
“I’m going to ask you one more time, are you sure you are not hurting anywhere? And are you sure you want this? With all three of us?” Gregory asks
“Please. I am more than fine. Please, make love to me.” I beg, not caring how needy and desperate I sound, because I am!
“Please don’t ignore me anymore. I need you. All of you.”
“You are right. We have been ignoring your advances. And we shouldn’t have.” Gregory says, taking my hands in his.
“We are yours and should have known better. We should have taken care of you instead of ignoring you.” Sloan says, kissing my shoulder.
“I was scared to hurt you if I let my desires for you take over. You have no idea the amount of restraint it has taken me not to do anything to you. Believe me, I wanted to bend you over so many surfaces and ravish you like the goddess you are.” Gregory says, making my heart race.
“So, are we all in agreement that I’m perfectly fine?” I ask
They exchange a look that tells me I won’t be able to walk when they are done with me.
“Now, let us take care of you, our queen,” Greg says, lowering his head between my legs and giving my c**t a long and hard lick.
The contact of his warm tongue ignites my lust full force.
I had forgotten that I was still naked. Lowering my back against his chest, Sloan slowly massages my shoulders, lowering his hands with each stroke down to my breast, kneading them perfectly.
From the side of the bed, I see Bash getting undressed, his length springing free as he pulls his underwear off.
I lick my lips, watching him stroke himself, keeping eye contact with me.
“What do you want, Snow?” He asks, no hint of shyness on his features.
“I… I want to taste you.” I say, moaning again from Greg’s relentless tongue.
“As you wish,” he says, stepping on the bed, hovering himself on top of my chest.
“Are you sure you want this?” He asks, frustrating me for a moment.
“I already gave you my answer! Don’t make me wait!” I say, pulling my head forward.
“Tut tut tut. Our little queen is a greedy one.” Sloan says, pinching my n*****s, making me arch my back.
It’s painful, but not at the same time. It’s getting me wetter than I already was.
“Please…” I beg when he only keeps stroking himself, making me wait.
I never thought I’d be this needy, this starved for them.
“Now we’re talking,” Greg says between licks.
Over and over, they make my orgasm come close to the edge, but bring me back down until I can no longer take it.
Begging them to please let me come.
And finally, they do. Over and over again, until they can no longer stay awake.
The next morning, or should I say the next noon according to the alarm clock on my bedside table, I feel complete.
Stretching my sore body, I let out a groan.
“Are you alright, Snow?” A croaking, grumpy voice calls out.
“I’m fine, Gregory. Go back to sleep.” I say, slowly sitting up, letting the red satin sheet fall on my naked body.
“So should you,” Bash says, groaning, rolling himself over to the side, snaking his arm around my waist, trying to pull me back down on the bed.
A small smile stretches on my lips.
“But it’s already past noon.” Bending down, I gently kiss the tip of his nose, making him tighten his hold.
Caressing his hair, my forehead against his, I whisper; “I have to go to the bathroom. I’ll come back after.”
“Don’t make us wait too long,” croaks Sloan, who’s barely awake to utter those words.
If someone would have told me that I would fall in love with these men, my bodyguards, four months ago, I would have called them craze. But here I am, blissful and complete.
My father can finally rest in peace, and I can live my life freely with Ingrid in jail.
I have full ownership of his company and the loves of my life at my side.
My life couldn't be any better.
The end.
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