Chapter 24

Three months later…

"Ready?" Summer called from the bedroom.

"Yes, baby, we're ready." Bridger was laughing. She loved his laugh. It made her heart soar.

"What about Colter? Is he there, too?"

Colter chuckled. "Honey, I'm right here next to Bridger. Dinner is going to get cold if you don't join us soon."

She giggled as she finally made her appearance, stepping gracefully into the living room in the sexiest dress she'd ever owned and gold heels Carmen assured her were what "everyone" was wearing these days. Summer wouldn't know.

A low whistle filled the room. It was coming from both men as they stood stock still, eyes pinned to her, approval obvious, especially when they both shifted their weight and discretely adjusted the front of their pants.

"Damn, baby, that is fantastic. Spin around."

She did, letting the skirt flare out. In fact, she probably spun too fast, giving them a show of her black lace thong. She didn't care. Let them look. Hopefully, it would entice them.

Both men looked sharp and dapper, too. They wore dress pants, dress shoes, button-up shirts, and ties.

This was their weekly thing. Since they couldn't go out, they got all dressed up and had a stay-at-home date night once a week.

"Did Carmen do your hair before she left?" Colter asked.

Summer gave it a shake. "Yes. Do you like it?" Carmen had also cut it for her about a month ago. It was still long but far more manageable now that she didn't end up sitting on it. It was halfway down her back. It was healthier and shone when she brushed it out. Tonight, the front was pulled up in a cute gold clip.

"Love it, honey."

"And your makeup?" Bridger asked.

Summer sighed. "I still don't have the hang of mascara, but I'm working on it. Carmen did that, too." Carmen had brought the sexy black dress and stayed long enough to help Summer get ready.

Bridger approached her slowly. "You don't need makeup anyway. You're gorgeous without it." He pulled her into his arms and kissed her. "I love date night."

"Me, too." She beamed at them.

"Come. Sit." Colter held out her chair.

Summer felt like a princess as she took her seat at the dining table.

Bridger shook out her napkin and set it in her lap.

Most nights, they ate at the island, not bothering to use the table, but on date night, they always used nice china, silver, and crystal glasses.

"Smells divine," Summer said as she inhaled deeply.

"Marie outdid herself," Colter said. "Shrimp scampi, angel hair pasta, salad, and garlic bread."

"You couldn't talk her into staying?" Summer joked. Marie had returned to work after Summer had been there three weeks. She was the only other human Summer had seen in three months besides Carmen and Nathaniel. She was a bubbly, kind woman in her fifties who asked no questions and doted on Summer as if she were actually a princess.

Bridger laughed as he took his seat. "Always with the excuses. She cooks amazing meals, and then poof, she's gone."

Colter kissed Summer's cheek as he adjusted her chair. "She adores you. I've never seen her so happy."

"I love her, too. She's very kind. Even though I still worry she wonders about our arrangement."

"She might wonder," Bridger said, "but she's too polite to ask or judge."

Summer looked from one man to the other. She always sat at the head of the table with the two of them on either side of her. "I'm wondering about our arrangement, too," she blurted.

Colter had been pouring water into their goblets, and he dribbled some on the table when his hand jerked.

"What are you wondering about?" Bridger asked.

Summer was feeling brave. "I'm wondering when you're planning to have sex with me."

Colter took his seat carefully.

"We have sex every day, baby," Bridger pointed out.

Summer rolled her eyes. "We do everything but have sex, and you know it. Sure, you're both talented with your fingers and your mouths, but I'm ready to take the last step. I've been ready for months." They'd had this discussion before, but it had been a while. It was time to readdress it.

"You've been through a lot, baby," Bridger said gently. "We don't want to add to your stress."

She nailed him with her most sassy glare. "I've mastered a million things since you took me in." She pointed down at her dress. "Look at me wearing a dress and heels. I put on clothes almost every morning before one of you leaves for work."

Colter chuckled. "Almost." He took her plate and dished up the pasta before setting it back in front of her.

"I use the bathroom alone. I took a thirty-minute bath yesterday and washed myself," she pointed out as if the idea were horrific and shocking. "Though I must say, I should probably have milked that one longer. It's much more fun when one of you bathes me."

Bridger reached over and gave her arm a pinch. "Naughty girl."

She shrugged. "Just sayin'." After taking a bite of the angel hair pasta, she moaned. "That is delicious."

Colter nodded around his bite.

She continued listing her accomplishments. "I've been researching universities and possible majors like you asked. I've been reading. Marie has taught me how to make some meals, though I think she's worried you won't need her anymore if she teaches me too many things."

Colter shook his head. "That will never happen. You can learn to cook if it interests you, but you're not taking over any household chores." He was firm on this issue. Both of them were. She was not their slave.

"Did you come up with any majors that interest you?" Bridger asked, changing the subject.

She pushed a shrimp around on her plate before stabbing it as she answered, "Maybe music theory," she said softly.

Silence. Neither man moved a muscle. She'd expected that reaction.

"Don't make a big deal out of it. I'm just thinking about it. That's all."

"Okay," they both said in unison.

"Whatever you decide, we will support you," Colter said.

They ate for a while. It was too quiet, but she knew they were both pondering what she'd just said.

"We could hire a music teacher if you're interested," Bridger suggested. "Someone could come to the house."

She shrugged. "I'm not sure." She hadn't touched an instrument in over four years. When she'd left music, she'd been so upset that she'd not looked back. Living in a house with an entire symphony of instruments in the corner taunted her all the time.

In addition, though she knew both men could play a variety of instruments, neither of them had gone near the piano or any other instrument since she'd arrived. She knew it was in deference to her feelings.

She decided to broach another sticky topic. "If I do decide to take classes or get a music teacher, I can pay for it myself."

Colter set his fork down slowly. "We've talked about this, honey. You don't need to pay for things. You should leave your money in trust in case you need it."

She took a frustrated breath. "You do so much for me. I'm a freeloader here. You my teachers, counselors, cooks, and cleaners. I'm just hanging around mooching off you both."

Bridger wiped his lips on his napkin and set it aside. "Summer, look at me."

She set her fork down and met his gaze.

"You're our world. We don't like to say it over and over because we don't want to pressure you to choose to stay with us. We want you to have options. But you're our life force. Before you arrived, we were just existing. We loved each other. We had a great life. But we didn't have you. You filled a hole we hadn't known we had."

Colter set a hand on hers. "We're in love with you, Summer—head over heels. We want to take care of you, lavish you with pretty things, and pay for whatever you need. Indulge us."

A tear ran down her cheek. This was the first time either of them had said they loved her. She pushed from the table, jumped up, and threw her arms around Colter's neck. "I love you, too, both of you." She twisted to reach for Bridger so he would join them.

Bridger set a hand on her back and kissed her neck. "I love you so much, baby."

She switched her hug to him, standing so she could wrap her arms around him. "I love you, too." She tipped her head back and met his gaze. "Now that we've gotten that out of the way, there better be some thick, hard shafts inside me tonight."

Bridger groaned as he thrust his hips toward her, letting her feel his erection. "If you're ready."

Colter rose to stand behind her and sandwich her. "Are you sure, honey?"

She moaned. "I've never been more certain of anything."

Before she could finish her sentence, Bridger bent his knees, lifted her off the floor, and tossed her over his shoulder.

She squealed. "Put me down!"

"Not a chance." He slid his hand under her dress and gave her a firm spank. "Behave."

Her hair tumbled almost to the floor as he carried her out of the room. "The dress was super pretty, but you'll have to wear it again another day. Tonight, it's going on the floor."

As soon as Bridger set her on her feet, Colter had his fingers on the zipper, easing it down her back.

Summer kicked off the shoes. "No one tell Carmen we tossed that dress on the floor or that I toed off the heels. She'd have a heart attack."

Colter chuckled. "No one will tell." He eased the dress down her arms and all the way to the floor. "Step out, honey."

"Shit, baby, that thong should be illegal," Bridger said, holding her by the arms as his gaze roamed up and down her body.

Colter opened the clasp of her bra.

Bridger lowered her thong.

And then she was naked, and as was often the case, they were both fully dressed.

When Bridger reached out to cup a breast, she jumped out of his reach and shook her head. "Uh-uh. No touching me until you're both naked." She kept backing up until she reached the bed, where she climbed up and scooted backward into the center, never taking her gaze off her men.

Her men. The men she'd fallen in love with. The ones who were finally going to put an end to her ridiculous virginity. She knew they were large, and they might stretch her, but having them inside her wasn't going to hurt. They'd been fingering her for months.

At first, they'd used just one finger, and then they'd added a second. She was pretty sure that was simply so that both of them could finger her at the same time.

Since arriving, Summer had been using a lot of toys. Every few days, another one showed up in the mail. It had grown ridiculous, but her guys didn't see it that way. They wanted her to have every type so she could figure out what she liked best.

She didn't need the vibrators at all. What she wanted was them. Inside her. Their cocks, not a piece of silicone or their fingers. Penises. Now. Tonight.

While her men gave her a slow striptease, she rose onto her knees, lifted her hands, and removed the clip from her hair.

Both men froze and stared at her.

She grinned, tossed the clip onto the nightstand, and dropped onto her hands and knees to crawl closer to them. This didn't help get them undressed. She knew what she was doing. They always got tongue-tied when she lifted her arms above her head, causing her breasts to rise high on her chest. The only pose that made them drool even harder was cat-walking toward them so that her breasts swayed and bounced.

"Clothes, guys. Until you take them off, you don't get to touch," she taunted.

In record time, they were naked, and Colter yanked open the drawer on the nightstand.

For a moment, she thought he was going to pull out a toy, and she protested, "Colter, no vibrators tonight."

Instead, he held up a row of condoms.

She grinned. "Oh, thank God."

Bridger leaned over the side of the bed, reached a hand under her, and cupped one of her breasts. "If we're going to move this relationship to the next level, we really need to discuss birth control. We know you had a shot that wore off, and you finally had a period last week. We want to protect you unless pregnancy is something you're prepared for."

Summer's breath hitched as she moved back onto her knees and looked back and forth between her men. Her men. Were they hers?

She needed to unpack everything he'd just said. The three of them were so intimately involved even though neither man had penetrated her with an actual penis. Both men were well aware of her cycle. They'd broached the subject within a few weeks of her arriving, learned about the shot she'd gotten from one of Master J's physicians against her will, and purchased her a variety of supplies to choose from when she finally resumed menstruating.

Even though Summer did start using the toilet by herself within a few days, she didn't usually bother to shut the door all the way. Last week, when she'd started bleeding, she'd been embarrassed and closed the door completely.

When she'd finished inserting the first tampon in over a year and stepped out of the small toilet room, she'd found both men in the bathroom, leaning against the vanity, arms crossed, brows furrowed.

"Are you okay?" Bridger had asked.

She'd swallowed. "Yes, why?"

"You never shut the door," Colter pointed out.

She'd sighed. "If you must know, I started my period." Without looking at them, she'd pushed them aside with her hip and washed her hands.

Bridger had pulled her head against his chest and kissed her temple. "Okay. Do you feel okay? Need anything else? Medicine for cramps? Heating pad?"

She'd giggled and patted both of their hovering chests. "I'm fine."

Secretly, she'd nearly choked up. How had she gotten so lucky to have two men doting on her to the extent that they probably had a calendar started to keep track of her periods?

She was equally certain neither man would flinch about having sex during her period. They weren't the squeamish types. But she hadn't wanted her first time to be quite that messy, so she hadn't mentioned it last week.

Today was a new day. And her overbearing men were now worried about birth control. She went over Bridger's words in her head. Unless pregnancy is something you're prepared for…

She bit her lip. "I hadn't thought about birth control. If you'd rather not take the risk with condoms, we can wait until I get started on something." She'd be hella disappointed, though. She'd been looking forward to the next few hours being a sex fest.

Both men flinched, eyes wide.

Colter shook his head. "Neither of us cares about birth control or condoms, honey." He reached out and cupped her face. "Remember that declaration of love?"

She nodded into his palm.

Bridger cupped the other cheek. "At the risk of sounding even more overbearing than usual and possessive, you're ours, baby. We want you to stop thinking about when you're going to move out and commit to staying forever. If we're going to accept this precious gift of your virginity, it's for life. Life throws curve balls. Life includes tears and laughter, good and bad times, sickness and health. It includes pregnancies and babies, too. Maybe they will all have dark hair and look like me. Maybe Colter will win some of the gene pool and produce some blond ones," he teased.

Summer gasped. "You say that like you want to have twelve kids."

They both shrugged, not looking the least bit squeamish about the idea.

She widened her gaze. "Seriously?"

"Which part are you questioning, honey?" Colter asked. "We're serious about all of it. We want you to stay. We want you to marry us in whatever way that looks like for three people. Yes, we want to have kids with you. As many as you'd like."

Bridger glanced around. "We might need a larger place one of these days, but we'll make this work for now. We can turn half of the workout room into a nursery."

She swallowed hard. They were serious. "We're not putting a baby in a room filled with weights and male sweat," she retorted.

Colter grinned. "But you're not opposed to having a baby."

She sighed. "I haven't ever thought about it. Can we discuss it in like a year?" She hadn't fully wrapped her head around staying yet. No part of her was prepared to consider getting pregnant. She was still working through her trauma and doing so without any counseling because every time either man brought it up, she turned them down. She was afraid anyone she met with would encourage her to call the police and report the crime.

Colter climbed onto the bed, kneeled in front of her, cupped her face, and kissed her soundly. "We can discuss it whenever you're ready. Until then, are you willing to risk possible condom malfunction?"

Bridger stroked her back as he slid up to her side, also on his knees. "We'll always wear a condom, but things go wrong. They break. They slide off…"

"As long as the two of you aren't secretly plotting to cause malfunctions, then yes, I'm good." She'd force herself to get an appointment with a gynecologist ASAP and get on some form of birth control.

Colter held up the row of condoms again and grinned. "This should be enough for tonight. I'll order more tomorrow," he joked.

A second later, Bridger gave her a playful push, toppling her onto her back.

She giggled for a second, but a moment after that, both men had a nipple in their mouths, and the suckling stopped her laughter. She moaned as she threaded her fingers in both full heads of hair, one blond, one brown. How did women manage to settle for just one man with one mouth?

Her guys dropped down onto a hip on either side of her and, still tormenting her breasts with their tongues, they both slid a hand down to her thighs, pulled them wide, and trapped them open with a leg.

When they simultaneously began to stroke her pussy, she almost came.

Colter lifted his head and looked at her. "Don't hold back."

"I want to come with you," she grumbled as her arousal rose.

Bridger released her other nipple with a pop. "You might come with us inside you, baby. That's fine. But you'll be looser and more able to accept us into your pussy after at least one orgasm."

They punctuated that little speech by easing both pointers into her simultaneously. God, she loved when they did that. "Please…" she begged.

One thing she could count on was that they never made her wait. They usually made her come over and over, but they never told her not to. She'd never be able to handle edging again for the rest of her life.

Both thumbs slid to her clit, and somehow, they were so in tune with her that they could pinch her swollen nub together. With their fingers inside her pussy, pressing against the front of her channel, she came hard.

Her body shook with the release, trembling for long seconds as they continued to stroke her clit and her G-spot.

Colter pulled his finger out, but Bridger stayed inside her, gently stroking her in and out, letting his other fingers slide along her labia while his thumb circled her clit. He kept her in that euphoric place she loved so much.

When she glanced at Colter, she found him rolling on a condom. His erection was harder than she'd ever seen it, and she'd seen it a lot. Neither man was modest or concerned with their nudity around her. They all three got ready in the morning completely naked.

She'd held both of them in her hands on many occasions. She'd even stroked them to orgasm, often taking care of one while he took the other. They'd mastered the art of lying almost in a triangle, servicing each other with hands and mouths. Though neither man ever let her suck his shaft. They were too worried about the forced blowjob she'd endured.

She moaned as Bridger removed his hand, needing more.

Colter climbed between her legs, dropped his hands alongside her, and met her gaze. "You sure, honey? We can wait if you're not ready."

She'd been ready for three months. She grabbed his hips and dug her fingertips into his firm glutes. Ignoring his ridiculous question, she asked one of her own. "Did you draw straws?"

He gave her a light chuckle and kissed her gently. "Basically, yes."

Her eyes went wide, and she shifted her attention to Bridger, who was next to her, also rolling on a condom. "Seriously?" She was stunned and felt bad for Bridger that he'd drawn the short straw.

Bridger winked at her. "Don't look so horrified. The winner gets to go second."

She glanced back and forth between them. He was making no sense.

Colter kissed her again. "You'll see. Trust me. It's as fair as it can get. I'm going to be the first to enter you, but Bridger will be the first to come inside you."

Her heart was beating so fast she could hear it. That did sound about as fair as it could be.

Colter dragged the tip of his cock through her folds, teasing her clit with every pass until she was whimpering.

"Please, Colter," she demanded, fingertips digging into his ass hard.

He lined his cock up with her entrance, cupped her face with both hands, and held her gaze. "You'll keep your eyes on mine, understood?"

She nodded. She loved it when they dominated her like that. Not in a cruel way but in a way that allowed them to check her pulse and make sure she was getting what she needed.

"Words, honey."

She smoothed her hands up to his lower back. "Please fuck me. I won't look away, Sir." She shivered as that word slid out.

Colter thrust into her all the way to the hilt.

He took her breath away. Her vision blurred. So full. Oh, God, it feels so good. It didn't hurt at all. They'd intentionally worked her tight channel for three months, and she was grateful.

"Yeah?" Colter asked, his voice strained.

She nodded. "God, yes. Do it again, please…Sir."

He eased almost out and thrust back in, possibly deeper. A deep groan escaped his lips and vibrated through both of them. A moment later, he pulled out, panting. "Jesus."

She was shaking. "Oh, God." Her pussy was pulsing on the edge of another orgasm from the two thrusts. Mostly, she was so damn close just from watching and hearing how deeply being inside her had affected Colter. It was humbling.

Colter grabbed Bridger's hand and tugged. "Now, love. Need you."

She wasn't sure what that meant, but Bridger didn't hesitate to crawl between her legs. "You okay, baby?" he asked.

"Yes, Sir. Please," she nearly shouted.

He lined up and thrust into her in the same way Colter had. The deep groan he emitted made goosebumps rise all over her arms and legs.

"Jesus, baby, you feel so fucking good." He eased partway out and then back in.

"Stay," Colter demanded.

When Summer lifted her gaze over Bridger's head, she found Colter behind him, a hand between his shoulder blades. His other hand was on Bridger's ass, parting his cheeks. He had a bottle of lube in one hand, and Bridger shuddered when the drizzle of it hit his crack.

Summer held her breath. Though her men played with each other every night, using their mouths or hands to get each other off, she hadn't watched them fuck, and she was kind of sad to know she was almost too far gone to watch this time, either. Another time, she would ask them to do so while she watched.

Bridger squirmed, shifting his weight around inside Summer.

Colter growled. "If you move again, love, I'll spank your ass. Stay still," he demanded.

Bridger shuddered, but he lowered his lips to hers and kissed her. A moment later, his eyes rolled back, and she knew by the expression on Colter's face and the fact that he was now holding both of Bridger's hips that he'd entered his partner.

"Fuck," Bridger muttered. "Not gonna last," he whined.

"Not asking you to," Colter responded before he looked at Summer. "Come on Bridger's cock, honey."

She could have come without either of them touching her just from watching the ecstasy on their faces. She did this to them. She drove them to feel what she was feeling. It was powerful and humbling at the same time.

When Bridger pulled partway out and then thrust back into her, the base of his cock ground against her clit, and she screamed through the powerful orgasm.

Bridger followed behind her, his deep growl of release vibrating through her body.

Colter hovered above them with a tight expression of need. He waited until both his partners were panting before he pumped in and out of Bridger three or four times and finally tipped his head back and cried out his release.

She'd never felt so connected to anyone in her life. She knew she never would, either. These two were hers, and she was theirs. They were bound together so tightly, and it was so fucking beautiful.

Thank God Bridger's crazy, misguided grandfather had bought her. He'd saved her life and made it so much richer that she was starting to realize everything she'd been through was worth it. It had brought her here. It had brought her home.