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“You own this place?” Dusty asked.

“Yes.” I gave a half smile and desperately hoped I hadn’t screwed up this whole thing. Unable to sit still, I stood in front of them while they both stared up at me. They looked at each other for a painfully long time, not speaking, but clearly having some sort of conversation. It made me feel good that they had that connection, as I did with each of them. Without warning, they threw themselves at me.

“Yes. Yes.” Joe said while he kissed me.

“All the yes.” Dusty followed up.

Joe kissed me, then kissed Dusty, until they both alternated with kissing me. With both of them in my arms, it was all exactly as it should be. We were standing on the porch where we would live and start forever together.

All of us would be living our happily ever afters.

Chapter thirty-two

EPILOGUE

Eighteen months later…

JOE

I smiled at Dusty while I groomed my beautiful horse, Aaron, which was Dusty’s middle name—we were getting ready to go on a trail ride. The three of us didn’t go riding together very often, but sometimes Dusty would ride behind Jacob. The same river that cut through the Wilson’s ranch also crossed our property, and we planned to ride there and have a picnic.

“The horses are cool and all, but wouldn’t it be more fun to have me tied down in our bed?” Dusty asked, trying to be innocent. I laughed while he blinked at me with his big eyes.

I heard a sexy growl from the other side of Aaron, where Jacob was tightening his saddle.

“We can have both,” he said. “I will be taking you up on that offer when we get back. It’s Sunday, and we all have the day off. And you look so lovely spread out for us.”

I laughed as they teased each other. This family we had created was more than I had ever hoped for. We had moved into the house Jacob bought within two weeks of coming home from San Diego, and since then, we had settled into domestic life. My cottage was currently an Airbnb, which gave us a little extra money.

We still all traveled quite a bit, but our naughty photo books came along. I went on tour with Dusty five times. When on the road, we would get Jacob on the phone, and he would direct us while he watched us on camera. Of course, it was always best to be home with them both.

Martin Wilson was insufferable about how he was right about us. Any time we were around him, he teased Jacob about how obvious it was when he kept talking about the eagles. Regardless, they fully supported our relationship and showered us with so much love. It made me even angrier at my parents because they were missing out on some of the best parts of my life.

We knew marriage wasn’t something we could have, but a commitment ceremony was planned for later in the year. Everyone who was important to us wanted to celebrate our love for each other.

Mounting up, we headed toward the river. I smiled as Dusty let his hand roam over Jacob’s body.

“Dusty, stop,” Jacob said with no heat behind it.

Dusty was incorrigible and continued to touch our lover, even letting his hand run under his shirt. I smiled at the two of them, feeling nothing but love as they shared this simple intimacy. Never did I feel left out or jealous, knowing there were always opportunities for me to be with one or both of them.

They were my best friends, my partners, and my lovers. If someone told me to write out a story about what my life would be like, it wouldn’t be this. Our lives were simple. We took care of each other, our loved ones, and our animals. Every Sunday, we would spend time together. All our jobs were on hold for the day. The rest of the week, we did our best to eat together, but there were times when we couldn’t. Usually we fell into bed with each other, which gave us at least moments where it was only us. Our lives were normal, domestic, perfect.

“I love you two.” They looked over and smiled.

We sat on the grass eating our picnic lunch, then enjoyed the sun, as we stroked and sucked each other. It was hours before we rode back home. This was our life, and there was nothing better.

JACOB

In our bed, I lay on my back with my men next to me. Dusty was still tied down, his arms and legs spread. He was gloriously naked, and we had all enjoyed powerful orgasms. The white streaks drying on his stomach and chest were proof of how much fun we had.

“I really like it when I don’t have to think, and you two do all the work, but can you let me go now?” Dusty sighed.

“Alright. But you have to pay the toll.” I couldn’t help but watch as they kissed, their tongues moving heavily against each other. Watching them made my body tingle, and my cock tried to rally. I helped Joe remove the cotton ropes that held down Dusty.

Chores still had to be done. “I’m going to go take care of the animals. I’ll be back in about thirty minutes.”

With peppermints in my pocket, I slipped into Dusty’s stall. “I have a surprise for the boys. I bought those rings we talked about, and I am going to ask them to marry me.”