EPILOGUE

EPILOGUE
"I can't believe preschool starts tomorrow," I say as I watch the children run back and forth on the beach.

Shawn brings them water in a bucket. My sons, Liam and Tristan, are scooping sand so Shawn can pour water into it and make a sort of trench around the crooked castle they've built. And Kamila's daughter, Alicia, is cleverly sitting in the sand, instructing them what to do. Shawn's hair falls on his face for the tenth time, and he has to stop pouring water to move it away. It makes me laugh that he refuses to cut his hair until Law and Sarah allow him to stay home from school.

"He only begged me three times today not to have to go to school," Sarah sighs. "So I guess that's an improvement from ten times yesterday."

"I feel sorry for him," Kamila says. "His whole lives, they've only known each other. Now he has to go to school and hang out with a bunch of strangers. We should have planned this better."

Sarah scoffs. “I didn’t plan it at all. That’s how I got pregnant last damn summer.”

I snicker and she stops rubbing her bursting belly to stare at me.

—I don't remember it being this funny when you found out you were having twins.

I look at him with a straight face. “Don’t even think about mentioning it. I still want to slap Ezequiel and Jeremiah when I think about it.” I roll my eyes at his laughter. “But it worked out because they know I’m only going to have two kids, so that’s it.”

Kamila bursts out laughing. “Not with the way they kiss and touch you as soon as they get close enough.”

The other day, the boys sat us down and, very politely, said, and I quote, "Mom and Dad, please stop kissing so much. It's disgusting." And then they just nodded, as if they were done, and left. We didn't even know what the hell to say.

"There's no answer to that," Kamila laughs.

—That's what we told him.—

I turn around when I hear Ezekiel behind me. Years later, I still need a moment to compose myself when he and Jeremiah walk around shirtless. I'd probably be a lot more jealous if it weren't for the fact that my name is now the final puzzle piece on Jeremiah's chest, or that they both have my name tattooed on all four knuckles of their left hands.

"Food! Finally!" Sarah exclaims. "It took you forever!"

"It's literally been five minutes," Law notes.

"That's like an hour in pregnant woman time," Jackson laughs.

The kids are called in, and we all eat, each giving us reasons—which they clearly discussed beforehand—as to why Shawn should be able to stay home until they can all go to school together next year. My attention is drawn to Jeremiah, however, when I see him pointing his chin at my phone lying face down on the table. Ezekiel is typing on his phone, which is weird when we're all together. Confused and thinking maybe one of our moms had an emergency, I pick up my phone. The texts on my screen when I unlock it are definitely not about an emergency. Instead, I see message after message from Jeremiah and Ezekiel talking about what they're going to do to me, with me, tonight. I look up and look around just to make sure no one can see my phone, making Ezekiel and Jeremiah snicker. I swallow and look back at my phone.

So far, Jeremiah has been deepthroating me while I've been sucking Ezequiel's cock. Then they switch: Ezequiel's lips wrapped around my clit, and his fingers penetrated me deeply while Jeremiah filled my mouth. I'm so sure this has already made me cum twice, which... I know they're not wrong, and they move on to fucking me. Ezequiel in my pussy, Jeremiah in my ass.

Biting my lip and hoping no one notices me rubbing my thighs together, I begin to type.

Me: With both of them inside me, what's in my mouth to keep me quiet?

I look at them to see their reactions. Ezekiel raises his eyebrows before looking up from his screen to meet mine. Jeremiah smirks and starts typing. My phone vibrates a few seconds later.

Jer: The fingers Zek had in your pussy will fill your mouth.

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Zek: Don't worry. I'll get them out just in time for you to yell our names.

A shiver runs through my body

“Are you cold, Mommy?” Liam asks.

I look at him with alarmed eyes and hold my phone to my chest as if he could somehow see through my messages, or even read them.

"Yes, Mom," Jeremiah says jokingly. "Are you cold?"

"I'm fine, Liam," I say, smiling at him.

At Ezequiel's chuckle, I look at him, but he discreetly moves the tip of his tongue and, a moment later, I feel the heat running through my skin.

"Ugh. They're looking at each other like that again," Tristan says, his disgust evident. "They'll start kissing soon."

"Let's get out of here," Liam suggests.

They leave with half-eaten burgers in their hands, and Shawn and Alicia join them.

"So, are we?" Jeremiah asks, standing up so he can lean over me.

I tilt my head back. “What are we doing?”

—Are you going to start kissing?—

I smile. “You tell me.”

He leans forward, bringing his lips closer to mine. Soft, warm, perfect as always. He just licks the tip of his tongue between my lips, teasing me with a moan, before pulling away. When I snap my eyes open, I look at Ezekiel.

He smiles. “You don’t even need to ask me.”

He leans closer to the edge of his seat, cupping my chin as he kisses me, not hesitating to slide his tongue into my mouth. I moan, need surging through my body, even though I know they won't be able to stop it until tonight. But how can I not when his kiss is demanding, lust-filled, perfect? He pulls away from me, and my eyes open lazily once more.

"It's not fair," I say, my voice shaking. "You always drive me crazy in public."

"And we always work it out privately," Jeremiah replies. "I like knowing you're out there wanting us all the time."

—As long as it's mutual.—

—Many things will change—, Ezequiel begins, —but that is one thing that will never, ever change—.

I know that. It's what they tell me all the time. It's what they show me again and again. Just like their love.

How could I ever deny it?