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  He held my hips with both his hands and said, “I want to fill your pussy, Chloe. I’m going to shoot my hot load in you, flood your cunt. I want to know that my cum is dripping out of you every time we leave our house. I’m going to mark you as my woman.”

  It was so sexy to hear him say that. I arched my back and rode him harder, needing him to come with me.

  I couldn’t talk at that point though, my orgasm took my words and I simply cried out his name as it built towards the inevitable peak.

  “I’m going to come,” I finally whispered as my pussy clenched and I felt it flutter against his cock.

  He thrust up and growled, “Come for me, Chloe. Come on my dick, let me feel you milk me dry. Come on, my beautiful girl.”

  I hung on for a few more thrusts, but I was finally finished.

  I squeezed my eyes shut and threw my head back, shook my head and felt my hair shimmy like a horse’s tail down my back.

  And I finally exploded into orgasmic ecstasy.

  Gavin joined me. He grunted and said my name, went completely still and I felt his cock swell and twitch inside of me. My pussy was flooded and I couldn’t get enough of his hot seed.

  I wanted as much of him inside of me as possible, and I wanted the same thing he did.

  To be marked by him, so I would never go without having sex with him again. We’d be together from that point on, and the world would know that I belonged to Gavin Pierce.

  “Fuck, Chloe,” he exhaled in a raspy, thick tone. “You are incredible.”

  I fell against him and he held me in his arms, still inside of me.

  I felt him slowly soften, but just as I thought he was going to pull out, I shifted and the movement made him instant hard again.

  He was a beast in bed, so I guess the tabloids weren’t always totally wrong about the stories the wrote.

  We kept going like that all night, sex followed by talking and cuddling, but always more sex.

  It was as if we were making up for years of not being together instead of just days.

  But in some way, maybe our bodies had felt deprived for much longer, for going through the world without their perfect half.

  After a very, very rocky start to our crazy, whirlwind relationship, it seemed as if things were going to go very well for us.

  And thank god, because we really deserved it.

  We deserved the love and commitment we had for each other, and we deserved to be left alone to find our little piece of heaven in the world.

  Epilogue

  The Next Year

  Gavin

  “I’m so in love with you, babe,” I whispered to Chloe right before we exited the limo at the Grammy’s.

  She was nervous about walking the red carpet for the first time, and I felt a little guilty that it was happening just hours after her own awards ceremony in the afternoon.

  She’d been given an honor for her recent work with LA’s street and at risk youth through a small program she’d set up.

  She was amazing, not only was she beautiful and brilliant, but she’d proven herself to be generous and talented at helping others.

  And she could even play and sing more than a few songs on her guitar now. She was an excellent student, especially when motivated by certain…rewards.

  I couldn’t think of a more perfect woman.

  And I couldn’t believe I’d wasted time with silly girls who would have taken my money and blown it on clothes and handbags.

  Chloe had taken my money and set up a charitable foundation.

  Although after a couple months of her name being dragged through the mud in the tabloids and online, she probably wouldn’t have found work in her field anyways.

  The world had not been forgiving of Chloe at first, still thinking that she’d somehow stolen me away from my nonexistent relationship with Blythe.

  Even when Blythe herself had come forward with the scam.

  People believed the worst in others, and nobody wanted to believe that Chloe was as wonderful as she really was.

  But that was okay, we had each other and she had managed to become a part of my world with very few hiccups.

  Peg loved her, and loved having a sister.

  And her parents, although a little cold at first, were now enthralled with the idea that they had a son.

  And of course now it was all so different.

  “Oh my god, it’s Chloe!” somebody yelled as soon as I took her hand and helped her out of the car.

  And for once, it was a good sound.

  Over the past few months, ever since, Chloe’s Song had topped the charts, she had slowly won over my fans with her elegant beauty and kindness.

  She waved shyly at the lineup of fans, and I kissed her cheek, eliciting cheers of celebration.

  People loved the fact that I was in love. And by extension, they finally loved her.

  We made our way up the red carpet, Chloe looked amazing. Blythe herself had helped style Chloe for the event, choosing a red Vera Wang gown with a diamond necklace and her hair pulled up into a loose bun on her head.

  And she’d gotten one of her friends to do Chloe’s make up.

  I knew nothing about it, but let’s just say I approved.

  And I couldn’t wait to get home, shove that dress over her hips and make that bun messy as I fucked her hard against the back of the couch.

  We rarely made it all the way to the bedroom after an evening out. There was something about alcohol and us being denied the pleasure of being naked and fucking constantly that got us all fired up again.

  We gave a couple interviews with some of the bigger talk shows and finally made our way inside to find our seats.

  “I still can’t believe this is my life sometimes,” Chloe said once we were seated.

  “Neither can I, to be honest,” I chuckled.

  “It’s surreal, isn’t it? You see these people on TV, cultural icons, and then you meet them and they’re just people. It messes with the head.”

  “It’s a good thing to remember. Anybody you meet is just a person, no better or worse than you.”

  “Except for that girl at Starbucks who was flirting with you right in front of me. She was the worst.”

  “Yes, my jealous little kitten. She was the worst and you know I put her in her place.”

  Chloe giggled and leaned into me. I draped my arm over her shoulders and she said, “I do love it when you do that.”

  “I will always do it. It offends me that they think they might have a chance with me when they know I’m with you.”

  The show started and we began to pay attention then.

  I was up for best male pop vocal and best pop vocal album. Basically all my success was because of that song I penned for Chloe in the airport that day.

  We waited for the winner to be announced for the first category and I was stunned when I heard my name.

  “You did it!” Chloe screamed and jumped up and down beside me. “Oh my god, you won!”

  I stood and bent over her to sweep her into my arms for a kiss.

  I knew the cameras would be recording and I knew the show producers would be getting antsy, but I needed to celebrate with my woman.

  In fact, once we broke apart, I took her hand and dragged her onto the stage with me.

  She was reluctant but radiant with joyful smiles as she finally gave in and followed me.

  I stood at the podium to accept my award, but quickly jumped to the part of the speech I’d been preparing for weeks.

  My surprise.

  And I couldn’t believe how nervous I was, now that I was doing it.

  I leaned against the mic.

  “As you all know, this song is about the woman I love, Chloe Kingston.”

  The crowd cheered and clapped at that.

  A stage producer tried to catch my attention, to let me know my time was almost over, but I ignored her.

  “And as you know I’ve been with her for over a year now. And as much as I love Chloe Kingston, I was t
hinking I might love hearing about Chloe Pierce just a little bit more.”

  There was silence for half a heart beat until the crowd caught onto what I’d just said.

  And then they started to applaud wildly.

  “So Chloe, I have one thing to ask you today.”

  I reached into my suit pocket where I’d tucked the engagement ring, the one that she’d fawned over a few weeks back but I’d scoffed at, saying it was too expensive and the diamonds were too big anyways.

  But I’d snuck back and bought it for her and waited until the perfect moment.

  And somehow, that moment was now.

  I dropped to one knee in front of her and looked up.

  I was off mic, so a stagehand ran madly towards me holding a boom and hovered it just above us.

  Her cheeks where shining bright with tears and her hands were together on her chest in surprise.

  “You’re crazy,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

  “I’m crazy for you. So will you marry me?”

  At that point, you could have heard a pin drop. Everybody in the place was so quiet, they were all listening for her response.

  She hiccupped and her voice hitched, but she finally managed to say, “Ye…ye…YES!”

  I took her hand, slid the ring onto her finger and stood to kiss her.

  We were rushed off stage so they could continue with the show, but the moment we got backstage, we were surrounded by people congratulating us and asking for an invitation to the wedding.

  We didn’t have much time alone just then, but looking into her eyes I could tell she was as happy about it all as I was.

  “This is still such a crazy feeling,” she said, looking down at the ring. “And I can’t’ believe you went back and bought it.”

  “Of course I did, I would do anything for you.”

  “I believe it,” she replied and settled into her favorite place, tucked under my arm with her hand in my pocket.

  Well, her second favorite place.

  We wouldn’t get to her favorite place until much later that night when we were finally alone.

  And we could celebrate our love properly.

  Over and over again.

  The End

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  I used the bathroom across the hall from me. It was close to three in the morning and I knew dad and Tina had appointments in the morning. My own bathroom would probably wake them.

  The main bedroom was on the ground floor at the back of the house, my bedroom and the twins’ bedrooms were on the second floor away from our parents.

  It had always allowed us privacy as kids, to listen to music or just retreat from the world, but it had also allowed them to bug the hell out of me too.

  Which is how I ended up with my own bathroom. There came a point when I was around thirteen when dad figured it wasn’t lady-like for a girl to share washroom facilities with two stinky teenage boys.

  Unfortunately, my bathroom was directly over their bedroom and Tina was a light sleeper at the best of times.

  I’d taken to using the twins’ old bathroom without even thinking about it.

  I also didn’t think about the singing I did in the shower until I was halfway through Madonna’s Like a Prayer and the bathroom door opened.

  I stopped in mid lyric and froze in spite of the steaming hot water pouring down on me.

  “Don’t stop on my account, sweetheart,” Jesse’s rich, deep voice startled me out of my frozen position.

  “What are you—?” I asked, unable to complete my sentence.

  I peeked around the opaque shower curtain to find Jordan and Jesse in the bathroom stripping down.

  “We need a shower too,” Jordan said, his crooked grin belying the strange intensity of the moment.

  “There’s not much room,” I replied lamely. I watched with my mouth agape as they both ended up naked and utterly delicious in the bathroom in front of me.

  I had to rub my eyes, this felt like such a strange dream, but they were still there
when I opened them.

  “Shove over, sis.” Jesse grinned and reached out to drag the shower curtain aside.

  I squeaked and pulled it around me and took a step back right into a steaming blast of water.

  “Come on, we’re freezing,” Jordan laughed and tugged at the curtain.

  I glanced down at their huge dicks and did not believe that they were cold. I didn’t believe it at all.

  “Either you let us in or I flush the toilet,” Jesse smiled and took a step back towards it.

  “You wouldn’t,” I said, narrowing my eyes at him. If he flushed the toilet, I’d be hit with a blast of burning hot, then icy cold water. It was the worst.

  “Try me,” he replied and stuck his tongue out at me.

  I sighed and capitulated. “Fine, get in,” I said, confused and excited at this strange turn of events.

  I guess I might as well have a little fun while they were home, it wasn’t like they were staying or anything. We were all adults and not legally related, and could all consent to a weeklong fling.

  Besides, my body was about to bludgeon my brain to death if I talked myself out of this. My body wanted them, wanted to feel their hard muscles and spectacular bulges, and those huge dicks. My god, my body wanted to feel what it was like to take them both on at once.

  I opened the curtain and they stepped into the shower with me, matching grins on their handsome faces.

  I stood directly under the stream of water until I realized how odd it must make me look with my hair pressed flat against my head.

  “Excuse me,” I said and stepped around each of them. I felt tiny between their massive bodies, and I really liked it. “Excuse me,” I repeated as we moved back and forth, sharing the water and the heat from it.