SARAH Malachi and Jaxon are seated by his side. Their gazes are fixed on the woman seated across them. She’s asking them questions about the business, their company, how they managed to win the bidding war even when it started with ten countries. Malachi laughs his famous laugh, and his grey eyes sparkle with delight. Jaxon is beaming with joy as well. It’s a big deal to them, and they’re delighted. Ronan I talks about how happy he is, and how they made sure to put their best foot forward. He closes by saying technology is the future of the world, and how they are working very hard to make sure they bring the best of it to the citizens of our country, while making it very affordable. I can’t help but wonder what they’ll do after…or what they did after if the interview isn’t live. Did they ask the beautiful journalist out on a date? Did they invite her to their home? Did they do all the things they loved to do with me to her? Stop it. They are out there conquering the world, winning bids worth billions of dollars. I owe it to myself to keep my head high and handle my shit. That’s what I came back home to do, not yearn for them like a hopeless lost puppy. Or kitten. I swallow hard and tear my gaze away from the TV. “Put it off please.” I say to Luke. He nods in response and obeys. “Yes ma’am.” The screen goes black in a matter of seconds. He drops the remote control on my table and turns to face me. “You were saying something about the press conference.” I start to speak, but the sound of my ringtone cuts me off again. My brother’s name is displayed on the screen. A sigh escapes my lips as I pick up the phone and swipe right on the screen before pressing the speaker against my right ear. “Hey berry, how are you doing?” Miserable. Terrible. It feels as though the world has decided to turn on me. I feel awful. Nothing is working out. I’m losing everything. My marriage, my mind, my company, my fucking sanity. I clear my throat and force a smile. “Just a little bit caught up in Aaron’s mess, but it’s nothing I can’t handle.”I can almost see him smile at the other end of the line. “I know it’s hard, berry. But I’ll be with you by tomorrow, alright? You won’t have to go through anything else alone.” His words warm my heart, and when my smile broadens, it’s genuine this time. I might not have three hot, sexy, powerful billionaire brothers at my beck and call anymore, but I have Kevin Wellspring, my family, and he’s more than enough. “Thanks, Kev. I’ll send you the new address right about now.” “I’ll see you soon. Bye.” I chuckle lightly. “Bye.” The rest of the day fades into a blur. I’m more excited to have my brother over than anything else. I haven’t seen him in over four years, and I’ve missed him terribly. When I get home, I turn on the lights and kick my shoes off my feet at the door. The living room is empty except for the smart TV on the wall, and a small couch at the end of the wall where I settle in, drink wine, and watch TV to feel sorry for myself when I do not have to drown myself in work. Finding a new place wasn’t easy. I had to pay an insane amount for this given the short time I had. It’s been six days, and every box is still unpacked. I only have the necessities in every room, while furniture and other stuff are in neat brown boxes. I perform my usual routine: a shower, comfortable pajamas, my fluffy slippers, a glass of wine, and a romantic TV series. But tonight is different. Tonight, every kiss on the screen makes my stomach knot into a tight twist. Every lingering gaze, every touch, every act of need beckons on the buried feelings in my chest. The ones I stored away when I walked out of their mansion in Mykonos. The ones I promised myself I would never revisit once I landed in Durmont. It rises to the surface again, and makes my temperature rise with an insane need to be touched, kissed, looked at…loved on. I blink and the screen moves on, but it doesn’t matter. They’re in my head again. Fuck this. A lazy groan leaves my lips as I shut the TV off. I sit up and push myself towards the edge of my couch. My right leg crosses over my left, and I press it hard to create friction in my pussy. Relax. Breathe in. Breathe out. I’m fine. I’m just…horny. That’s all this is. Three hot men ruin my body and my morals for what? Three weeks? And suddenly you can’t function like a normal human being? No way. I stalk into the bedroom, slam the door shut behind me, and drop to my knees in front of the cabinet. It’s just sex. I can handle this. I don’t have to miss them or anything when I have this. I pull out the box from underneath my bed and open it to find my dildo and my vibrator. Pretty in pink and red respectively. They were all I had before I knew what Ronan’s cock felt like, what Jaxon’s fingers felt like, or what Malachi’s mouth could do. I smile in satisfaction. “Men come and go. But toys?” I throw the toy onto the bed and strip fast out of my clothes quickly. “Toys never leave.” I do not bother to tease or delay myself for any reason. I’m not in the mood to be soft. My softness got me in this mess. I grab the dildo, settle it against a folded towel for height, then climb onto the bed and straddle it, sliding carefully into it until the toy is deep in my pussy. Yes. My hips roll forward once. I part my lips in a blissful sigh. I move again, reaching for the hard pebbled nipples of my breast. I squeeze them softly, grinding my hips against the toy filling my cunt. It’s mechanical at first. I don’t bother with the vibrator yet. I just want pressure. Friction. Relief. I want to forget everything about how they’ve made me feel, how they’ve claimed my body in so many filthy ways and filthy places. I close my eyes—and immediately, Ronan’s voice fills my head. “Come on, Sarah. Take my brother’s cock like the dirty hungry kitty cat you are.” My breath hitches at the back of my throat. I clench the walls of my cunt and grind against the rubber dick faster. But it’s not my toy I’m imagining—it’s Ronan underneath me, his hands gripping my hips as he fills my pussy up with his thick cock. I think of Malachi watching, stroking his dick, getting ready to come all over my face. I think of the smile on his face as he does this, how he looks at me like no one else in the world ever has. I can see Jaxon in front of me, asking me to open up my pretty mouth for him. My moan slips out without warning. I don’t stop. The dildo doesn’t move, and I continue to rock harder, faster, chasing a high that’s nothing compared to anything I’ve experienced with the brothers. “Fuck! Yes!” I scream out loud. I’m almost there. Almost fucking there. I’m—fuck—I’m gonna come,” I pant. I’m a breathless mess, but I don’t care. I remember Ronan’s words the second time they fucked me. “Not yet. Not when we haven’t filled your sweet, tight pussy with our cocks.” Those damned words are my ondoing. There and then, waves of pleasure rush through me. Toes curl and my eyes roll to the back of my head as I let myself go. I’m gonna come, daddies. Please, let me…fuck!” It’s a desperate cry that rips my throat apart. I collapse with my back on the sheets, panting heavily. Silence envelopes the room almost immediately. My legs tremble. My skin still tingles. But the heat fades fast, and in its place is something hollow. Something that burns. I really cried out for them while I came, didn't I? I press my face into the pillow. Try to breathe. Try to pull it together. But I can’t. The tears rush down my cheeks with full force, and I have no desire to stop them. I do not even have the power to. What have I done to myself? I can’t even have fun on my own anymore without thinking of them. And when I’m done, I crave–more than anything–the playful conversations that come after. I miss Malachi’s cooking. I miss Jaxon’s baths. I miss Ronan’s after care. I miss falling asleep with all three of them. I miss waking up to see them. Jaxon would be cranky, Malachi might as well be a creature of the night cause he’s always up and ready to go, and Ronan would always be there to make sure they do what needs to be done, if anything needs to be done. It’s clear no amount of sex toys or half as good orgasms can fill the space they left behind. Because I miss them. And that means I’m in more trouble than I thought. My phone buzzes on the nightstand. I reach for it, wiping my eyes with the back of my hand. Kevin: Early fight, berry. I’m downstairs.