“You can take us both, gorgeous,” he says, wrapping his hand gently around my throat. “Just float here and relax.”
“Okay,” I whisper, the sound barely audible.
He pushes into me easier than before but it’s so tight. The space I have for Key shrinks as it’s taken up by Joel and my heart pounds from the intensity.
“Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit,” I say, falling forward onto Key’s chest. “Oh god, it’s so much,” I say.
“Dusty,” Key calls as if from some far-off place. “Dusty, look at me.”
It takes me a few seconds to find the strength to open my eyes but when I do, his hazel gaze is the comfort I need.
“You were made for this, Dusty. You were made for us.”
And when they both move inside of me, I gasp out loud with the knowledge that yes, I was made for them. Both of them.
It begins slowly then pace is quickened. Rhythm alternating, spots I didn’t even know I had lighting up inside of me, but when Joel turns my head so he can kiss me—that’s when I fall apart. Everything contracts and my vision darkens as the most earth-shattering orgasm of my life rips through me. Complete and utter euphoria.
I think Key and Joel were holding back and waiting for me because I hear their twin groans just behind my own and the calm serenity that follows when you’re completely physically satisfied.
I don’t know how I’ve lived so long without enjoying this particular aspect of physical love but I don’t think I’ll ever be able to exist without needing it all the time. I’m gently rolled onto my side, my skin resting on the sheets for just a moment before Joel pulls me into his warm body. I shiver and tremble, my adrenaline dropping after being kept so high for so long. Key disappears into the next room but I hardly worry. Joel has me and his thumb gently strokes the wispy curls at the edge of my face.
“I love you so much,” he whispers, his nose grazing mine.
The muscles of my face are sore and exhausted but I manage a small smile. “I love you too.”
“Let me clean you up, sweetheart,” Key says gently before I feel the warm damp cloth on my tender skin.
He takes his time and is thorough in his task before I find myself missing him terribly. I want his chest against my back as I fall asleep nuzzled into Joel’s neck.
“Key?” I whisper.
The bed dips and I feel him curl around me. “I’m here.”
“I love you,” I whisper, my fingers entwining with his on my hip.
He gently kisses the back of my neck and runs his nose along my hairline. “I love you, Dusty. I’ll never stop.”
It’s not long before I drift off into the most peaceful sleep of my life, wrapped in all the love I’ve ever wished for.
Epilogue
JOEL
“Right, well I think that’s the last of the boxes,” I say, setting them down on the kitchen counter then wiping the sweat from my forehead.
“Beer?” Key asks, opening the fridge behind me.
I nod. “Definitely.”
He grins and grabs two bottles, which clack together as we sit at the kitchen bar. We crack them open as we take stock of all the boxes that are officially moved in from Dusty’s laundromat apartment. I’m tired just thinking about unpacking them all. Maybe that can wait until tomorrow.
“Can’t believe we made it,” Key says as he peels at the label on the bottle.
I smile and use my shoulder to give him a little shove. “I know. It’s great.”
“I don’t think I’ve ever been this happy,” he says.
“Me either.”
