Page 91 of Don't Puck Up

“You’re very quiet,” Locke remarked. “You okay?”

“I’m being introspective,” I responded, squeezing his waist.

“And what, my sweet thing, are you thinking about?”

“About how much our lives have changed over the past two years, and especially over the past twelve months. It's hard to believe how different everything is.”

“Different good?” he murmured against my hair, then pressed a kiss to my temple.

“Differentamazing. Look around.” I gestured to the groups of people surrounding us. “We have friends who we count as family and who love us as much as we love them. Chris isn't hiding anymore. He's free. The three of us are happy and in love. I wouldn't change a single thing.”

“Neither would I,” he murmured, then tilted my face up to his and pressed a chaste kiss to my lips.

I grinned and squeezed his sexy-as-sin butt. "I'd have to chase you down if you did."

Locke laughed, happiness lighting up his eyes. He tugged me closer to him, moving us away from the fence, spun me around, and dipped me low. I squeaked in surprise, but he quietened me with a slow kiss that had me melting into him. I clung to his shoulders, pressing my body against his.

When Locke straightened, Chris was there. He wrapped his arms around both of us and nuzzled my throat. This right here, was perfection.

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I tossed the button-down shirt of Locke’s that I’d been wearing into the clothes hamper in our walk-in closet along with my silver leggings. I couldn’t get my conversation with Locke out of my mind. For once, I wanted to chase him down.

I plucked last year’s Halloween mask out of the drawer and shivered at the desire that slammed into me when I remembered the three of us dressed as Vigilante. Locke had two Vigilante costumes delivered to us that morning so that all three of us matched. We’d spent part of the night handing out candies to the neighborhood kids, then as the sun set and Chris and I increased our teasing touches, seeing how far we could push Locke before he snapped, he’d rasped his ordered, “Run,” to us.

We’d taken off, upending the candy bowl and scattering candy bars all over the front yard in the process. Locke chased us inside where he’d quickly cornered us in the living room. By the time Locke had finished with us, we were jelly-legged and completely sated.

Now it was my turn.

I shimmied out of my panties, flicked the switch to turn the mask on, and strutted back out into the bedroom with a smile on my face.

Chris was brushing his teeth, a towel around his waist, and Locke was in the shower. I watched Chris watch me in the mirror as I stalked closer and tugged at his towel. Locke turned the faucet off and stepped out, looking me up and down as he dried himself with quick, rough strokes. All three of us were naked except for my mask, and I was so fucking wet.

I wanted them.

But I was going to make them work for it.

"Run, boys," I ordered.

They did, both coming at me so fast that I barely had a chance to react. They worked as one, each picking me up under my arm and tossing me on the bed like I weighed nothing. I laughed, my plan completely derailed in the space of thirty seconds.

But I wouldn’t have it any other way.

This was us—full of love and laughter. I floated in it as my men kissed lines down my body and took me to heaven.

I threaded my fingers through their hair and tugged them back up my body, my legs like jelly and my pussy still tingling. Chris pressed his weight onto one side and Locke the other. I loved having them next to me, being surrounded by their warmth and strength. I tossed the mask, drew them each in for a kiss and held them tight, never wanting to let them go.

I would be forever grateful we didn’t fuck up our chance at happiness. Because this, these moments together, this love that we shared, was everything, and I would cherish it, and them, always.

And they lived happily ever after.

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