Prohibited (Tulsa City Sinners #1)

42. Epilogue Evie

SIX MONTHS LATER

The waves rolled in and let out as gently as a breath, leaving the sand wet in their wake.

Soft pastel colors began to tint the sky and glittered on the surface of the water, moving with the rhythm of the waves.

Evie watched from the veranda of her room, chin propped on her hand while the sun sank sleepily below the horizon behind her, casting its colorful lullaby across the wisps of the clouds that lingered over the ocean. Below her on the beach, three figures approached, growing larger and more distinct. The shortest of the three in the middle, the tallest to one side, and the other limping with the help of a cane, a rhythm of movement she had come to love so much.

They were still too far away for her to catch any distinct words of their conversation, but she could see quite clearly when Lindsay stopped walking and stooped to pick up a handful of sand. Ryan and Alex, oblivious to the imminent attack, walked on, their hands punctuating the air dynamically while they talked.

Her men. Bound together by kinship and by love. Moments like these came and stole her breath away and she couldn’t understand how she had ever gotten so lucky. Sometimes she thought about Tommy and a melancholy came over her, settling heavily on her heart. She remembered as she had many times before that if not for his death, she likely wouldn’t be here. It was just another one of life’s brutal ironies that she had to contend with gratitude that was centered around a tragedy.

But she was grateful to have them, all three of them. Each unique. Each perfect in his own way.

She had never never thought this sort of happiness would ever be hers again. Even after Walter’s conviction, even after her divorce from Linus, she had kept holding her breath. Waiting for the other shoe to drop. Waiting for something to fall apart.

But instead of falling apart, the small intricate beauties of love and life drew more closely around her every day. The very thought of it made the backs of her eyes sting while she smiled, watching the three men below cross the beach on their way back to her.

Her men.

Lindsay cocked back his arm and launched the clod of sand, nailing Ryan right in the back of the head with it. Evie stifled a giggle. Not even the roar of the waves could mute the sound of Lindsay’s laughter or Ryan’s raised, angry voice. Alex turned in time to get a face full of sand. And Evie had to bend forward and put her hand on her stomach, she laughed so hard.

Lindsay, being less mobile than the other two, had no hope of escape when they both launched themselves at him. Alex tackled him to the ground and began to pour sand down the back of his shirt while Ryan stood over them, probably barking orders and taunts.

At last, Alex granted him mercy and got up, swiping his hands together to release the sand from his skin. Lindsay turned slowly to sit on his butt. Alex and Ryan both hauled him to his feet and Ryan handed him his cane.

They started off toward the house again, jostling each other with their elbows and bickering.

They’d been gone from the house for several hours. Ryan had been intent on finding a good spot to go fishing, and they had taken the liberty of exploring the island after lunch. Evie had opted to stay home and nap and get more of her luggage unpacked, savoring the time to be alone before they would all be together again.

She was still standing on the veranda, looking out onto the ocean when the door opened below, followed by the sound of heavy footsteps and the low rumble of male voices that sent a pleasant tingle through her.

She turned slowly and leaned back onto the railing, listening for them as they moved about and climbed the stairs.

The house they were staying in for the spring was beautiful. Old and spacious, lacking electricity, but updated with the luxury of modern plumbing. The large soaking tub in the bathroom was a major selling point.

“Where’s she hiding?” Ryan said in a low voice from the staircase. The light from the oil lantern he was holding preceded him as he stepped onto the landing and turned to face her.

As always, when she saw him, her heart did a double tap in her chest. The soft, warm light from the oil lantern softened his features and cast a shadow on his face that made him look more intense than usual.

“There she is,” he said, his voice a soft rumble. He moved into the room and put the oil lamp onto a small accent table to the right of the door.

“You found me,” she said with a mischievous smile, butterflies in her stomach as he walked toward her.

“My wife,” he said in a low voice that went straight between her thighs, drawing her into his embrace when he closed the distance between them.

“Yes,” she breathed, thrilling at the very idea. She put her arms around his neck and leaned into him.

They’d married less than twenty-four hours ago in Miami before they hired a ferry to bring them out to the island. It still felt surreal, something that made her smile every time she remembered. Every time she looked at her ring.

It was a simple band, just what she wanted. Nothing like the overwrought emerald monstrosity that Linus had presented her with.

“Our wife,” Lindsay’s voice said, petulantly .

Ryan drew her closer, possessively, making Evie laugh.

“Your wife,” she said, nodding agreeably at Lindsay who stood in the doorway with that twinkle in his eye.

“Our wife,” Alex agreed, arms slipping around Lindsay’s waist. He rested his chin on Lindsay’s shoulder, watching Evie and Ryan with a keen interest that made her suppress a shiver of anticipation.

“That’s not what the paper says,” Ryan said.

“Paper be damned,” Lindsay said, dismissively. He turned his face to brush his nose against Alex’s cheek, then he pulled out of Alex’s grip to limp toward them.

“You’re going to get her all dirty,” Ryan said, pivoting to put himself between Lindsay and Evie. His big body blocked Lindsay from view, but she could picture the look on his face perfectly.

“Oh, yes,” Lindsay said with glee. “Yes, I’m going to.”

Evie tried to wriggle out of Ryan’s grip, but he held her fast. “Unhand me,” she said, trying to give him a severe look.

“No,” he said, simply, and then he lowered his face toward hers. Try as she might, she couldn’t resist him anymore now than she could the first day she laid eyes on him. His lips were firm and then melting, his tongue coaxing her lips open so he could taste her mouth. She made a sound through her nose.

Another pair of hands were slipping around her waist now, caressing her stomach through the thin silk of her dress.

She recognized Lindsay’s warm, mouthwatering scent as he pressed his lips to her shoulder.

Slowly, she and Ryan parted lips and she wasn’t at all surprised to find Alex standing between them, looking up at Ryan with the worshipful expression he reserved only for him. He picked up one of Ryan’s hands and one of Evie’s hands and pressed one to his lips and then the other. Then, he unfurled Ryan’s mutilated hand and, watching his face closely, slid one of Ryan’s remaining fingers into his mouth. Ryan watched him with eyes that brightened with hot intensity.

Lindsay’s hands traced the line of her hips and she tore her eyes away from Ryan’s face to look down at them and the way they reverently caressed her belly, her ribcage, and then made their way up to her breast, naked under the thin fabric of her dress. She slid her hands over his and put her head back against his shoulder, savoring every sensation.

“No undergarments, Mrs. Lockwood?” Lindsay whispered in her ear.

“None at all,” she said, biting her lip to curb her smile. She opened her eyes to find Ryan and Alex watching them, their interest apparently piqued by this information.

“Always so thoughtful, Dolly,” Alex said, relinquishing Ryan’s hand. He stepped between her and Ryan so that he could slide his hands over her hips and down the small of her back. He pressed the front of his body against hers, the growing hardness of his cock very evident against her lower belly. She smiled at him as he leaned his face toward hers until their foreheads were pressed together. He took a deep breath through his nose and let it out through his mouth as his hands clutched at her flesh hard enough to bruise. His mouth hovered near hers, making her lips sting with the need to be kissed.

Then, his head was being tilted backward and Evie didn’t realize until Ryan was lowering his face toward Alex’s that he had a fistful of Alex’s pale hair. He claimed Alex’s mouth with a brutality that he reserved only for him, throwing fuel on the flames of her lust. Lindsay’s lips on the side of her neck, her ear, causing her to moan and grind back against him.

“If you keep doing that, you might find yourself really dirty,” Lindsay said with a breathy laugh against her ear.

“Good,” she murmured. “There’s a bathtub in the other room.”

“I’ll go fill it,” Ryan said automatically, relinquishing Alex’s mouth. His eyes glowed like stars. He tilted forward until he was leaning over Alex’s shoulder and pressed his mouth against hers. Her hand stole into her thick, beautiful hair for a moment while they enjoyed the rich, messy beauty of another kiss.

“Go on, then,” said Alex. There was a tinge of pink to his pale lips, and his hair was mussed in a way that she loved. The cold emptiness never left his eyes, but it did nothing to detract from the lust burning in his look when she met his eyes again. “We’ll keep her busy. ”

“Oh, yes,” Lindsay murmured into her ear. “I can think of a thing or two.”

“Two or three,” Alex said. He leaned forward and caught the flesh of her jaw in his teeth, biting down until she gasped. Only then did he relinquish his morsel. He ran his tongue over the spot and then leaned back to look at her face closely. “I want to eat every bit of you,” he whispered, stroking her hair back from her face. It was almost to her shoulders now, long enough to get in the way.

He reached beyond her, eyes shifting to Lindsay’s face, as he leaned over her shoulder to claim a rough, sensual kiss from Lindsay.

“Good Pony,” Alex murmured.

Evie would have given anything to see the look on Lindsay’s face when he let out a low, shaky laugh.

“And Dolly,” Alex went on, his voice like fingers caressing her cunt. “I haven’t given you your wedding gift yet, Dolly.”

“Haven’t you?” she said, letting her lips curve into a sensual smile when his beautiful eyes met hers again.

“A game,” he whispered. His voice made her shiver. Slowly, he drew something out of his pocket. Then, with both hands, he folded it neatly and held it up. Evie only registered that it was a blindfold before it covered her eyes. She reached up to touch it–black silk–before she dropped her hands and leaned back against Lindsay. The way his hands caressed her body and the way his lips worshiped her neck were heightened, sending almost unbearable waves of pleasure needling over her skin .

“This dress,” Alex said with disapproval. “It needs to come off.”

Lindsay’s hands abandoned their attentions at once, nearly causing her to protest. Then his arms came around her to take hold of her wrists and hold them over her head. Alex lifted the dress away until it was gone, leaving her naked and vulnerable between both men. Lindsay went right back to his work of tracing the lines of her curves. But now that there wasn’t the thin fabric of her dress in the way, his fingers slipped down to caress the wet, silken folds between her thighs, causing her to release a shuddering breath. Alex bent forward, causing his hair and his breath to tickle her stomach and her thigh. She didn’t realize what he was doing until he hooked his arm around her knee and lifted her leg off of the ground. She lost her balance a little, but both of them stabilized her.

Lindsay’s fingers found the pleasure point of her clit and began to rub slow, delicious circles there while Alex’s fingers slipped through the silk of her cunt, coating themselves in her nectar. Both of the men holding her were breathing harder and harder, gripping her harder as the intensity of their desire for her and each other increased.

“Ryan,” Alex said in a low voice full of amusement and hot desire. “Come here and taste your wife’s sweet cunt.”

His fingers hooked inside of her and began to stroke them in and out of her in a deliberate rhythm that he’d discovered worked perfectly to bring her quickly and helplessly to orgasm .

Ryan’s heavy footsteps came closer and closer. Evie put her head back against Lindsay’s shoulder, mouth open as she moaned helpless at the pleasure he and Alex wrought with their clever fingers.

Her body tightened and her cunt clamped down on Alex’s fingers as the tingle of an orgasm started to bless her.

Then, he pulled his fingers out and Lindsay’s fingers came to an abrupt stop, leaving her moaning with frustration. A hot, wet sound and then a moan of appreciation made her shiver, painting the perfect picture of Ryan licking her nectar from Alex’s fingers.

“Pony needs a taste, too,” he murmured and slipped his fingers back into her cunt. Lindsay’s fingers began to rub her clit again, and both of their hands moved in perfect tandem until she was shaking and moaning, on the very brink of ecstasy again. When she was gasping and desperate for release, Alex withdrew his fingers again. The wet sound of Lindsay’s mouth also accepting a taste of her made her moan.

“Please,” she murmured, raising her hands to pull at the blindfold, but Alex relinquished her leg. He caught her hands and trapped her wrists, fingers still sticky from Lindsay’s spit.

“Impatient Dolly,” Alex said with a breathy laugh. “You must be patient. We’re going to take our pleasure from you and you’re going to enjoy it, aren’t you, sweet Dolly?”

“Yes,” she said, cunt growing hotter at the thought of it .

“You’re going to enjoy every moment of it,” he said. He relinquished one of his hands to take her face into his fingers. He moved his face close enough that she could feel his hot breath on her cheeks and feel his lips brush hers when he spoke. “Because you’re a very, very wicked Dolly. You’re a Dolly who begs for it.”

“Yes,” she moaned.

“Go on, Dolly,” he said in a voice dark with desire. “Get down on your knees and beg for it.”

Slowly, she sank down and he let her wrists go as she settled onto her knees in front of him.

“Ryan,” Alex said, “look how good of a slut your wife is. Begging for cock on her knees.”

“Please,” she said again, loving every word coming out of his mouth. She raised her hands and blindly felt for him until her fingers came in contact with the softly wrinkled linen of his trousers. Her fingers climbed higher, but she was surprised to find another pair of hands already at work, undoing the buttons of Alex’s trousers. She caught one of the hands and kissed the fingertips. Ryan’s.

His fingers caressed her chin before they pulled away again. The sound of fabric moving against flesh. Someone’s fingers were suddenly in her hair, massaging her scalp. Lindsay’s.

She was growing impatient. She wanted to see what was happening. Her hands moved back toward the blindfold, but Alex said, “I’m going to give you a spanking with Ryan’s belt for every time you try to take the blindfold off. That’s two. And believe me, Dolly, I would love to do more. ”

Evie dropped her fingers into her lap, biting her lip at the anticipation of the sting of his belt on her backside. She shivered at the thought of it, a surge of heat forking between her thighs. It wouldn’t be the first time he’d punished her that way and it wouldn’t be the last.

“Look at that beautiful cock,” she heard Ryan murmur.

Alex moaned.

“Open those lovely lips, sweetheart,” Lindsay murmured above her stroking her hair. “Take Alex’s cock like a good girl.”

She did it automatically and raised her hand to close around the hot, thick column of his erection. The head brushed against her lips and she opened her mouth wider until she could slip it past her lips. She relaxed the back of her throat and took him as deep as she could.

“You look so fucking beautiful with his cock in your mouth, sweetheart,” Lindsay murmured, his hands still stroking her hair, threading through the strands and massaging her scalp.

The rustling of fabric against fabric and then the heat of a body coming closer to hers told her that Ryan was now kneeling on the floor next to her.

“Perfect,” he murmured, placing a kiss on her shoulder. She pulled Alex’s cock out of her mouth for a moment so that she could turn toward him and incline her head.

“Kiss me,” she whispered and he did, with a passion that surprised but delighted her. Their mouths tangled together in hot, desperate need until she was panting and he relinquished her mouth panting softly .

“Suck his cock,” he murmured against her lips before kissing her one last time.

“Yes,” she murmured back. Then she turned her head and took Alex back into her throat, worshiping his cock with her lips and her hands. Hearing Alex moan was so satisfying. Watching a man who was so composed crumble into his own pleasure was a delight in itself.

“That’s it, Dolly,” he moaned. “What a good, wicked Dolly.”

Ryan’s fingers toyed with her nipples and traveled down her ribcage and over her belly until they slipped between her thighs and began to stroke her cunt. He teased her at first, just slipping the tips of his fingers through her folds. He put his face close to hers so that she could hear the rumble of satisfaction he made when he took in a breath and then let it out again. Evie spread her thighs to give him better access to her cunt and she practically trembled as he slipped his fingers inside of her, lazily stroking them in and out of her in a way that was pleasurable but deliberately not pleasurable enough to bring her to orgasm. She moaned through her nose with frustration while she took Alex’s cock as far down her throat as she could.

“Pony,” Alex sad in a breathy, strained voice. “Fuck this Dolly’s cunt while I fuck her throat.”

“My pleasure,” he said with a smile in his voice as he carefully folded behind her.

She pulled Alex’s cock out of her mouth to say, “Yes, yes, please. ”

“So polite, Dolly,” Alex purred. She swallowed his cock again, stroking it with her hand while she worked it and out of her throat, loving the sounds he made and loving that she could pleasure him so thoroughly.

Evie felt something hard brush her backside and then Lindsay’s hands were on her ass, lifting her to her knees. He fit his body in right behind hers and his knuckles brushed her backside as he grasped his cock and stroked it over her wet slit, slicking it with her nectar.

“God, yes,” she choked out, and then swallowed Alex’s cock again.

Lindsay’s hands gently but firmly guided her hips back until she settled onto the tip of his cock and slowly sank down onto it, filling herself with the familiar shape of him.

“That’s it,” Lindsay murmured behind her. Using his hands to gently guide her hips up and down. He bit back a moan as she began to fall into a rhythm with her hips, her lips, and her hands. “Oh my god, that’s it.”

“Now, Ryan,” Alex gasped. He put his hand on the back of her head and closed it into a fist in her hair, holding her head in place while he drew his cock out of her mouth. “Suck your husband’s cock, sweet Dolly.”

That sentence on Alex’s lips nearly made her dizzy with pleasure. It took only a moment for Ryan to stand and get himself out of his trousers. The head of his cock brushed her lips and she opened her mouth to take him in while he kept his hand on the back of her head, knotted in her hair to keep her throat at the angle he liked it at .

She put her hands on his hips, digging her fingernails into his trousers as he eased himself in and out of her throat before he started to fuck it in earnest while Lindsay fucked her cunt, slipping his fingers between her thighs to stroke the pearl of pleasure while he plunged in and out of her, making sexy little sounds that made her stomach flutter.

“Don’t you dare let her come, Pony,” Alex said in a breathy voice.

“Oh, I won’t,” Lindsay said with a shaky, mischievous laugh.

She made a noise of protest, but Ryan ruthlessly kept her head where he wanted it, fucking into her throat, faster and harder until she was certain he was going to come.

But he stopped himself suddenly, panting, and drew himself out of her mouth.

She made another noise of protest and again when Lindsay slowly, seemingly reluctantly, stopped fucking her. She rolled her hips and began to ride him, hand moving to her clit so she could pleasure herself, but Lindsay’s hands came up immediately and trapped hers in his.