And while she might claim her babies kept her young, she knew the truth. Jack and Sam kept her young. When they looked at her with dark eyes, she couldn’t feel old and tired. Her whole soul lit up.
“Sam, our Abigail felt old among all the youngsters tonight. Did you feel the same?” Jack asked as Sam slid his slacks off.
Sam managed to brush Jack’s cock as he removed the slacks. “Hell, no, Jack. I ain’t old. Oh, these Bliss kids might be younger, but we’re the originals.”
A smile crossed Jack’s face, his hand running through Sam’s hair. “I like the way you think, Sam. We’re the originals. And we do it right, don’t we?”
He tugged on Sam’s hair and then took his mouth. God, she loved watching them kiss. Their first kiss had been at her request, a boon for good behavior. She’d asked for Sam’s sake, but over the years she’d come to realize just how much their loving each other meant to her.
She’d brought them together. She’d been the catalyst to those men getting what they needed—each other and her.
She liked the sound of it. Original.
She watched her men devouring each other. Jack pulled at Sam’s slacks, tugging them down so he could get at Sam’s cock. He stroked it, getting it long and hard. Sam shuddered in his arms, his hands reaching for Jack.
Jack reached down, cupping Sam’s balls as Sam held on to him. “Tell me something, Abigail, are you thinking about that little boy who was flirting with you at the wedding now?”
“Tyler?” Was he insane? “No, Jack. I was never actually thinking about Tyler Davis.”
But Jack’s needless jealously did make her grin a little. Why would she ever think of another man when the two most beautiful men in the world belonged to her?
Jack’s hands ran over Sam’s body. “You better not. That would not go well for you.”
“I can’t think of anyone except you and Sam.” They filled her whole life.
“Go and join her,” Jack commanded. “And get rid of those clothes.”
Sam moved quickly. He’d taken care with Jack’s clothes, but practically tore off his own. He was kneeling next to her, their knees touching. He moved his hand over her open palm so they were holding hands. Holding hands and waiting for their Dom.
It was exactly where she needed to be.
“Abigail.”
She looked up and Jack was standing over her, his big cock in hand. “Yes, Jack?”
She knew what he wanted, but she loved the way he commanded her.
“Suck me.”
She leaned forward and kissed that cock that had brought her such pleasure. She ran her tongue along the hard, hot flesh. She took her time, enjoying every ridge and line of him. She traced her tongue along the thick vein running along the bottom of his dick.
Jack’s hand sank into her hair, pulling it out of its neat bun. “Don’t stop what you’re doing. Just listen to me.”
She sucked his cockhead into her mouth.
“I love you, Abigail Barnes. I love you today. I’ll love you tomorrow. I’ll love you as long as my soul exists. I don’t care what age you are. I will always see you walking into Christa’s living room in a tight sweater and jeans that made my dick stand on end for days. You’ll always be young to me. You’ll always be gorgeous and fuckable and you will always, always be mine.”
Tears blurred her eyes and Jack pulled her off, forcing her to look up at him.
“Always, Abigail. I don’t care who is younger than you or who you think is prettier. There is one woman in the whole world for me. And that’s you. I do, Abby. I do every single day of my life.”
Lexi had told the congregation to make the choice every day. To be together. To love each other. To celebrate their marriage.
“I do, Jack. I do.”
Sam sat up. “Well, I do, too, but there hasn’t been a whole lot of doing going on lately so I was hoping we didn’t spend all night talking and stuff.”
God, Olivia was so his child.
“Brat,” Jack barked. “Ass in the air, Sam.”
Sam sighed. “Thank god. I thought we were going to talk about loving each other all damn night and never get around to actually doing it.”
He was so impatient. And so gorgeous. She watched as he turned, putting his ass right in the air, a sigh going through his whole body.
Jack walked across the room and pulled out his leather bag. It was his kit, the one that contained all the fun toys he never left home without. He pulled out a flogger, one with small metal tips. The one he used on her was deerskin and soft as butter, but Sam needed more.
“You have to get on a plane tomorrow, Sam,” Jack warned. He looked dark and dominant as he stood over Sam, his shoulders broad and his cock still hard.
“I can handle it. Please, Jack.”
The flogger made a sharp sound as it hit Sam’s flesh. Red lines immediately became visible, but Sam actually relaxed.
But this was what he needed.
“Abigail, if you would help me out,” Jack offered.
And Sam liked a bit more than just the flogger. Abby moved to his head, staying on her knees. She sank her hands into his silky hair. Jack laid the flogger on Sam’s ass and Abby tugged his hair.
Sam moaned and it seemed like his every muscle relaxed further.
She looked up at Jack, and there was a smile on his face. He knew he was giving Sam what he needed and that satisfied Jack.
Jack’s world revolved around pleasing them. To the outside it might not seem that way. Their relationship might seem perverse and one-sided, but Abby knew the truth. The Dom gave. It was his reason for living—to be what his subs needed. Abby had accepted a long time ago that what she needed wasn’t necessarily what the world would think she needed. The world didn’t have to live her life. The world didn’t walk in her shoes.
She gave no apologies for her needs. She’d found two men who fulfilled them and she was happy.
She was alive. She was young.
It hit her suddenly. She was the only one who could decide who she was, what she was. If she allowed herself to feel young, to see herself with all that potential life still left, no one could take that from her.
She didn’t have to be old. She could just be Abby. Sam’s Abby. Jack’s Abigail. She chose her life. She defined herself. That was what her Dom had taught her.
Age was a number, but her soul was a choice. Her life was a choice.
Abby tugged on Sam’s hair as the flogger bit into his flesh and he moaned in pleasure.
She would choose them. She would choose this life. With them. Every single time.
She leaned close and whispered to Sam. “I love you.”
His face turned up to hers. Those gorgeous lips of his curling into a smile. “Oh, baby, I love you, too. So fucking much.”
She tugged on his hair again, thrilled at the way his eyes dilated with the sensation. She didn’t call it pain. It wasn’t for Sam. It was pleasure for Sam. It was connection.
Another slap and Sam nearly sank into the floor.
The world could think what it liked. They knew the truth. Love was love. Love was different for every living human being and it was all right as long as the emotion was the same. Jack would die for Sam. He would die for her. He would give his whole self for the two people he loved. He gave them his everything.
Love was everything. No matter how a human defined it.
And she defined love as Jack and Sam.
She looked up at her Dom. “Please, Jack.”
Jack held his hand. “You need something, my Abigail?”