I throw my head back. “Fuck. Me!”
“Yeah, we’re gonna.” West releases a dark laugh, and they move in unison, setting a deliciously steady pace that has pleasure snaking up my thighs and coiling deep in my core.
I look into Xander’s bright blue eyes. “You like that, don’t you, shorty?”
I can’t speak with all the stimulation consuming my mind, so I nod.
Zeke goes on rubbing my clit while he trails kisses over my breasts and neck. “That’s good to know, because you look incredible being fucked by my boys, buttercup.” He presses his mouth to my ear. “And I can’t fucking wait to fuck you with them too.”
My orgasm burns through my veins like gunpowder lit by their combined fire, and a rush of cum floods my pussy. I shudder and tremble, sandwiched between all three of them as I experience the most mind-blowing climax of my life. They hold my boneless body upright while Xander and West continue fucking me until they reach their own climaxes a few moments later.
Xander and I lie face to face with Zeke’s chest against my back and West’s arm draped over Xander from behind, his hand resting on my ass. My body aches and my pussy and ass throb like they have their own pulse, but I smile contentedly.
Zeke brushes my hair from my neck. “You okay, buttercup?”
“I’m so okay.”
“Say you’re back for good, shorty.”
“Oh, she’s back for good. She’s never fucking leaving this penthouse again,” West grumbles.
Dread washes over me. “I want to stay, but I have some things to tell you all first. Then you can decide if you still want me.”
West leans over Xander and cups my face in his hand. “There is nothing you can tell us that will change how much we want you, Lily. Nothing.”
“You don’t know that,” I whisper.
“We do, baby doll. Because we lost our fucking minds without you, and we can’t go through that again. So you’re ours no matter what.”
“No matter what,” West repeats.
Xander winks at me. “You’re our ride or die.”
Despite my concern that they’ll change their tune tomorrow, I can’t help but smile. For tonight at least, I will enjoy being the luckiest woman on earth.
Chapter
Sixty
LILY
Sitting in the kitchen eating pancakes the next morning, I feel all their eyes on me. Last night was beyond incredible, but there’s still so much they need to know about me.
I put my fork down and clear my throat. “I guess I should tell you who I am, huh?”
“We know you’re Liliana Constantine.” Zeke says the name so nonchalantly, as if it can be spoken openly without dire consequences. The name holds too much power, and I’ve spent years trying to forget it. But I should have known that I couldn’t hide forever.
“I am. Or I was. She died in a boating accident six years ago.”
West leans forward and studies my face with narrowed eyes. “You faked your own death?”
I nod. “My brother helped me. Nico got my papers, my new identity. Women in my family don’t have access to such resources, so I couldn’t have done it without him.”
“So you just disappeared and left it all behind? And your father bought it?” West looks skeptical.
“It helped that witnesses saw me go overboard. But Nico and I had holidayed on that island since we were children. There was a small cave, and we hid some diving gear there. Nico’s best friend, Dean, was waiting on the other side of the island. I followed the coastline, and he took me back to the mainland.” They risked so much to help me escape, rescued me from horrors they didn’t even know about. I squeeze my eyes closed for a second. Now isn’t the time to dredge up the memories I’ve kept buried so deep in the hopes of never reliving them again.
I take a deep breath and continue. “I used my new identity and flew back to the States while my brother mourned my disappearance. My father’s men were still searching the area for me, but they eventually gave me up for dead.”
Xander tilts his head. “And you never went back home?”
“Nope. I came to New York. Figured it was far away enough from Vegas that I wouldn’t run into anyone from my old life. Maybe I should have gone to some backwater town in the middle of nowhere, but all I ever wanted was to become a journalist, and Columbia and New York were my dream. Nico set up a trust to administer my scholarship and made sure there was enough for me to get my degree, but beyond that, I had nothing from my family. I wouldn’t have even taken that much, but I couldn’t get a genuine scholarship in my new name and …” I shake my head. “I guess I’m a hypocrite for taking my father’s money to pay for college, but I didn’t see any other way.”