Chapter 56: Afterglow with the world at our feet

Selene

The door barely clicks shut behind us before Adrian has me pressed against the wall as John locks the door, his mouth crashing onto mine like he’s starved. I don’t get a chance to breathe—not that I want to.

John steps behind me in a second, his hands sliding over my hips, his mouth finding the back of my neck. The tension from the restaurant, the heat of the cameras, the adrenaline of being watched —it all combusts the second we’re alone.

“I thought dinner would’ve taken the edge off,” I gasp between kisses.

Adrian growls. “It made it worse.”

John’s hands slide around to cup my breasts through the silk of my dress. “You in that dress? A fucking vision and lethal weapon.”

Adrian drops to his knees, dragging the slit of the gown wide as he lifts one of my legs over his shoulder and buries his face between my thighs, his tongue honing in and my drenched slit. I’m not wearing any underwear so it’s easy access. I cry out, gripping John’s shoulders behind me, knees already buckling from the sudden, ruthless pleasure. I lean back into John as he kisses my neck and massages my boobs .

John bites my earlobe. “You okay, sweetheart?”

I can only moan in response. Adrian is relentless, hands gripping my hips like he owns me—which, right now, maybe he does. My entire body is vibrating, fire licking through my veins, already teetering on the edge.

John’s hand slides down, fingers joining Adrian’s mouth, and I break.

Shattering.

Clawing at air.

Coming so hard my vision whites out.

I sag against the John, trembling. But they’re not done.

Not even close.

Adrian lifts me into his arms and carries me to the bed like I weigh nothing. John’s already shirtless as he follows us, his chest heaving with restraint. Adrian strips my dress off, then peels John’s pants down with practiced ease. They undress each other like a ceremony, every move coordinated, hungry, reverent.

Adrian lays down on the bed and instructs me to to ride his cock, I straddle his hips and push his thick member slowly inside my ass . John’s is standing waiting and watching us as he strokes himself . Once Adrain is fully sheeted I lay back against his chest and John climbs on top and pushes his cock into my pussy stretching me open. My body still struggles to accommodate them at the same time . They start thrusting into me gently my as I cry out . John kisses me while I gasp, his hands stroking my belly, then my breasts, murmuring, “You’re perfect. You’re everything.”

We find rhythm together. The three of us. Touching, moaning, giving, taking.

Then they switch.

John slides inside my ass while Adrian gets on top and plunges into my pussy , he holds me, kisses me, praises me with filthy reverence. By the time they finish—by the time I finish again—I’ve lost count of how many orgasms I’ve had. I’m boneless. Drunk on them. Loved so thoroughly I don’t know where I end and they begin.

We collapse in a tangle of sweat and limbs and soft breaths.

I fall asleep smiling.

The Next Morning

I wake between them again.

But this time, there’s no rush. No war .

Just the soft golden light of morning spilling across the sheets and two impossibly gorgeous men still tangled around me like I’m their sun and they’re caught in orbit.

Adrian is awake, propped on one elbow, watching me with a small smile.

“I’ve been thinking,” he murmurs, brushing hair from my cheek. “We need a break. Just us. No cameras. No chaos.”

I stretch. “What kind of break?”

“A trip,” he says. “I was thinking Europe. Somewhere romantic. Maybe slow. Just to breathe again ?.”

John yawns, eyes still closed. “Can we stop in New York first? Just for two nights. I have a few meetings to wrap up, and I want you both with me. ”

Adrian smirks. “Is that code for getting us naked in your Manhattan penthouse?”

John grins, finally opening his eyes. “I mean. That too.”

I blink. “So… New York. Then Europe?”

“Santorini,” Adrian says, kissing my shoulder. “White buildings, blue roofs, zero paparazzi, a nice big yatch ? ”

“And then London,” John adds, sitting up. “We’ll take you shopping. We need baby clothes, nursery things… whatever you want. We can use my private jet.”

Adrian stretches. “We also want you to see a house there, it’s just outside London. Something we’ve been eyeing.”

I freeze. “A house?”

“Another base,” John says. “Somewhere the babies will have space. Somewhere we can all disappear to, if needed. It’s gated, secure, and the garden’s bigger than most city blocks. Adrian and I want to try and make sure that the three of us are always together, so if either of us have to come, we all travel together, even when the kids come”

“You two already picked it out?”

Adrian kisses my wrist. “Nothing’s final. We want you to see it first.”

My chest tightens with something too big to name.

These men.

These plans.

This life we’re building, brick by brick.

I nod, heart in my throat. “Okay. Let’s go.”

John pulls me into his lap. “Baby shopping, island sex, and luxury real estate? You’re about to have the hottest maternity leave in history.”

I laugh, leaning into him as Adrian slides in close on my other side.

And just like that, the next chapter of us begins—not with fear, not with chaos—but with passports, promise, and the kind of love that spans oceans.