CHAPTER 30

CHAPTER 30
“If I may have your attention, please,” I say, and wait a moment before continuing: “Thanks to all of your generous donations, we broke a record this year.” Applause echoed around the room. “We raised $653,000, which will go toward helping numerous families receive the medical care they otherwise wouldn’t have access to. I want to thank all of you for coming tonight, for giving so much, and I hope you had a good time. Please go home safely. Good night.”

Another round of applause resounds as they leave the stage. The band begins to play the last songs in their repertoire. Some get up to leave, while others dance one last dance. However, Law and Sarah approach.

"I knew you'd blow me away, but you truly exceeded all expectations," Law says. "It was incredible from start to finish."

—Thank you. I'm glad everything went so well.—

—I have no doubt we'll call you again next year.

"Are you spending the night at home?" Sarah asks.

"No, I have one..." I interrupted, squinting at her. "Did they tell you to ask me that?"

She just smiles.

—Traitor.— I chuckle.

—Listen. My sister got engaged. We have a babysitter for tonight. So it's only fair that you get some TLC tonight, too.

—And they'll have to find me on their own to do it.

"Sounds good to me." He smiles. "Okay. We're off. Law promised me a foot massage after wearing these shoes all night."

I hug them and then Jackson and Kamila find me.

"Let me see that ring on your finger!" I exclaimed.

It looks even more beautiful on her. An oval pink diamond. Simple, gorgeous, all her own.

"I always knew this man would put the ring in a cupcake or a champagne glass," Kamila says, laughing. "I didn't expect that."

—Give me some points for creativity.— Jackson kisses her temple.

—So, uh...— Kamila looks at me apprehensively. —You made Sarah's wedding happen in three months.—

"I did it. Go on," I press her.

—Can you make mine in two?—

—Or one—, Jackson adds.

Kamila looks at him in exasperation. “I want to get married before the baby comes. Nothing fancy. Small, simple, maybe just with the sunset behind us or something. And with a chef who won’t have him commenting on the food all night.”

Jackson chuckles. “Hey, just tell me when and I’ll be there, in a suit and with a smile.”

"Deal," I accept. "I just need a few days to recover from planning, and then I'll get to it."

They leave and I say goodbye to the other guests until Heather takes over when Ezekiel and Jeremiah approach me.

“Are you trying to get Sarah to do your dirty work?” I accuse him.

"You never said we couldn't get outside help," Jeremiah smiles.

—Well, I got it, so you'll have to figure it out on your own.

Although I'm not sure how they'll do it, something tells me they will.

"We'll see each other soon," says Ezequiel.

—Maybe. —I smile.— Good night, guys.

—Boys—, Ezequiel mocks.

"I feel like we should make him pay for that later," I hear Jeremiah say as they walk away.

And those words alone make lust course through my body and send a shiver down my spine.

For a fee, the place has people come and clean everything, so Heather and I can leave half an hour later. She gets in her car to head home, and I hop in mine for the short drive to the hotel I booked a few blocks away. Even though it's only an hour away, I knew I wouldn't want to drive after being on my feet all night, so I decided to rent a room. A small treat for myself so I could rest sooner. Now that I'm in the room, resting is the last thing on my mind.

I leave my small toiletry bag on the dresser and take out everything I need for my shower. When I'm done, I don't bother putting on the tank top and shorts I brought. I wait in bed, completely naked, hoping I won't have to wait too long.

Not even ten minutes had passed when someone knocked on the door.

I don't open the door all the way; just enough to peek in and find Ezequiel and Jeremiah standing there, satisfied smiles on their faces.

"How did you find me?" I asked.

“We got in my car,” Jeremiah says, “and waited for you to leave the room.”

"Then we'll follow you here," Ezequiel adds.

Why does it excite me so much to think that they're following me, that they're watching me enter the hotel, that they've got their eyes on me when I don't even know it?

"Why did it take you so long to come up then?" I ask.

"We were just deciding what to do with you." Jeremiah's smile deepens, becoming sexier and more sinful.

"So?" The word comes out hoarse, betraying the desire coursing through me, concentrating in my pussy, making me feel the wetness pooling on my inner thighs and the tension building there. "What are you going to do?"

Ezequiel licks his lips. “I seem to remember you telling me I needed to humiliate myself, and naked. So we thought it was a good place to start.”

"Well..." I open the door wider, hiding my naked body. "Don't let him hold you back."

Jeremiah enters first, stepping just far enough into the room to give Ezequiel some space before stopping dead in his tracks. Ezequiel bumps into him as I push the door closed. Neither of us seems to notice the collision. Not with their eyes on me. Both hands move: Ezequiel's right hand goes up to his mouth, his thumb brushing his lower lip, and Jeremiah's left moves down to stroke his erection.

I take a step back, my attention divided between watching Jeremiah walk toward me and Ezequiel take off his jacket. But as Jeremiah steps closer, his broad shoulders making it all I can see, I tilt my head back to look at him. His lips curve into a small smile as his hands settle on my face. His kiss is soft, lingering, longing, and hopeful. Maybe, like me, he wondered if we'd have this again, and now that we do, he doesn't want it to end. His lips press against mine again and again as my hands go to his shirt, undoing the buttons. My fingers tremble as Jeremiah slides his tongue into my mouth.

Just feeling his tongue on mine makes me moan, but I also feel his cock pressing against me through his pants, sending a throb of lust through my body. Our tongues circle, and his hands move away from my face, sliding down my body until they circle and grab my ass, pulling me harder against him. He breaks the kiss, but only separates our lips by a few inches.

"God, I missed you," she says softly. "You can't even imagine."

I think I can, Jeremiah. I wasn't right without you and Ezekiel. None of that.

—I know. But will you let us do it right now?

Have I forgiven Ezequiel in my heart? Yes. But do I still want to see him fall to his knees? Do I still want to hear him promise that we'll never have this problem, this mistrust, again? Do I still want these two men to spend all night making up to me for every moment we've had to be apart? Yes.

—It depends on how well your brother crawls, I reply.

His lips curl. “Oh, he’ll fucking grovel. And so will I, if you need me. Anything to get you back where you belong.”

“Where do I belong, Jeremiah?” I whisper.

I need to hear the words. I need them to envelop my heart and sink so deeply that nothing can take them away.

Between Ezequiel and me. When we wake up, when we sleep. When we moan our names and tell each other how our day went. Your place is with us, always.