Epilogue

It’s the six-month anniversary of that night, and I don’t think it will ever not be painful. I still wake up in a cold sweat, the look on her pale face permanently ingrained in my brain. The guilt will never not be there. If I would have been smarter, faster. If we would have been there ten minutes sooner, would it have made a difference? The what-if game is a mentally disparaging one, but it’s one I’ll never not play. Not when it was her.

Finding out that Maxim was the reason for Blake’s parents’ deaths was something that shook us both. The way he sanctioned his brother to rape her for years and no doubt had plans to do the same to her given the chance. The only peace I hold from that day is that he is rotting in hell, at the hands of my babygirl, no less.

Zayden was never the same from that day, rightfully so. He told her from the beginning, if she ever died, he would die. I think we all died that day.

A pair of lips presses against my neck, and I look away from the ocean in front of me to the beauty above. Her perfect smile spreads as she drops herself into my lap, her blue eye practically sparkling in the San Diego sunlight.

“You’re looking entirely too serious over here,” she teases, pressing another kiss to my jaw line.

I wrap my arms around her, one of my hands palming her stomach, brushing my thumb against the long scar separating either side of her sternum to her chest. We almost lost her that day, honestly, I’m pretty sure we did for a while.

Zayden gave her CPR while I held pressure to try to keep as much blood in her as possible. We had already called in some contacts for backup when we arrived, and to our luck, they arrived within a minute of Blake taking what I thought would be her last breath. Would have been nice if they would have shown up before we had to take out all of Maxim’s men before we could even get down there, but it all worked out, I guess.

A doctor came with the reinforcements, and we were able to bandage Blake up enough and keep her heart pumping long enough for us to get her to a hospital. Zayden did compressions for over forty-five minutes, and he had to be physically pried off her by five hospital security officers.

We ended up being forced to be seen for our injuries, which seemed so small in comparison. I had a through-and-through shot to the shoulder, and Zayden happened to get hit in the same leg he was shot in last time. When the cops came around, one of our contacts was able to all but waive them off, and I’m grateful for that. In the moment, I wouldn’t have doubted Zayden would shoot them dead in the middle of the hospital. Hell, maybe I would have been the one to pull the trigger.

Blake ended up being in surgery for over six hours, and they said she coded twice on the table. Thankfully, they were able to bring her back after having to repair a punctured lung, two fractured ribs, and a cardiac tamponade. The doctors were not overly confident she would wake up, which destroyed a piece inside Zayden and me both.

When she did open her eyes, we wept, literally. It was as if we had been given a second chance, the most precious gift in the world, and neither of us planned to ever forget how miraculous that gift is, how miraculous she is.

As soon as we were all healed enough to travel, we came home for all of two weeks before deciding to move. Seattle held too much pain, too much burden. Zayden and Blake laid in bed together for those two weeks, scrolling through beach house listings while I began offloading all of my businesses around here to newly assigned managers since I would no longer be able to operate in person. We’ve all agreed to take time for just us, maybe one day we will get back to business, I don’t think Zayden could survive without it, if I’m honest. Then again, I think he could if Blake really wanted him to.

They ended up settling on a beautiful house that has its own private beach. We have three chairs on the back porch, all facing the ocean, in the most picturesque view imaginable. Blake comes out here every morning for the sunrise, but tonight I’ve beaten her by a few.

“You gonna go for a swim, baby?” I ask with a soft smile.

“I was thinking about it.”

“Or you could let us make love to you,” Zayden says, coming up from behind us before placing a kiss to her shoulder.

She smirks at him as she shrugs her shoulders.

“Well, gosh, when you give a girl options like that, how can I refuse?”

I chuckle at that, palming her bare thigh before my fingers slip beneath her bikini bottoms, sinking into her already wet cunt. Babygirl already knew what she was in for when she came out here looking like this.

Zayden leans down and kisses her, a hand on her throat as his hand traces over her breasts, settling on his mark. Blake has thought about getting the Z and D tattooed so they would never fade, but I personally like the natural look of it. Like our initials aren’t just inked into her, but a part of her, the same way she is a part of us.

I watch as Zayden wraps his fist around her long blonde hair, yanking her head back as he pulls out his cock, forcing her to take him into her mouth. She looks so beautiful when she’s full, and I can’t help but increase my speed, wanting to see her fall apart on my fingers with his cock in her mouth.

As usual, it doesn’t take much. Babygirl always gets too excited too fast. She’s clamping around my fingers and screaming around Zayden’s cock before I can even properly work her over. It’s a good thing this is just our warm-up.

She continues sucking Zayden’s cock while I remove my fingers, sucking them into my mouth as I groan at the taste of her on my tongue. Goddamn delectable.

Pulling my cock out, I stroke myself a few times before pushing her bathing suit to the side, forcing her to sit on me until I’m wrapped tightly inside her cunt.

“Fuck, baby,” I groan as she moans.

Zayden snaps his hips as his grip on her hair seems to tighten. I feel my balls begin to tighten as she circles her hips, practically pulling the cum right out of me as she murmurs something around Zayden’s dick.

“What’s that, angel?” he asks as he pulls out of her for a moment.

“I said I’m ovulating, and I got my IUD taken out, so who’s going to knock me up?” She grins.

“Goddammit! Dominic, get the fuck out of my fiancée before I gut you,” he snarls.

“Fuck you, brother. I’m gonna take my time filling up my fiancée with as much cum as her sweet cunt can handle.”

He glares at me, and Blake chuckles, gripping Zayden’s cock with her left hand, two sparkling diamond rings shimmering on her left finger.

As soon as we were back in the States, we proposed, each of us presenting her with our own choice of rings. Mine was bigger. It wasn’t fancy or over-the-top, we could have done that and would have. We had all talked about it, though, and Blake said she didn’t enjoy all of the fuss. She wanted something intimate and simple, and that’s exactly what we did.

Zayden and I wanted to get married immediately, but she insisted on waiting. She won’t tell us why, just that she wants to have a long engagement. I think she’s still waiting for the other shoe to drop. She’s worried about being with both of us forever, that something will happen, and that we will make her choose. Zayden and I both know that will never happen. If we want her, the other comes too. Like a package deal, and if I really have to spend my life with the only two people in this world that I care about, then my life isn’t all that bad.

Blake takes Zayden into her mouth, pushing him down until she gags. He mutters out a curse as he curls his fingers in her hair, beginning to fuck her mouth while I sink into her, lifting her up and slamming her down on me. I feel my grip tighten, and I glance down to see her hips are nearly white from the hold. She’ll have bruises no doubt, but she bruises so beautifully for me.

I feel the tingling begin at the base of my spine, and before I know it, I’m coming. My cum shoots inside of her, her pussy contracting around it as she comes with me, moaning and groaning around Zayden’s cock. I haven’t even fully finished coming before she is out of my arms and face down, ass up on the ground. Zayden is already sunk inside of her, snapping his hips before finding his own release. He fucks her so violently, and I know part of it is because she feels that fucking good, but the other more dominant reason is because he wants our cum as deep inside her as possible.

When he’s finished, Blake collapses to the floor, lying on her back as she gives us a lust-drunk smile. She’s glowing, happy, and looks perfectly fucked.

Just the way I love her.