by Marla Monroe
“I want to be your woman. I can’t believe you’re asking me to marry you,” she said.
Deacon covered her mouth with his and kissed her so hard and so long she had to shove him back to draw in a deep breath.
“I love you, babe. I fought it hard, but there it is. I love you and want to make you happy,” Deacon told her.
“I love you, too, Deacon. I want to make you and Jethro as happy as you make me.” She reached over and took Jethro’s hand in hers.
“I’ve loved you since the first time I saw you out on that road looking at that flat tire like you wanted to kick it but couldn’t in those damn heels you like to wear,” Jethro said. “I told Deacon that we’d meet up again, but he didn’t believe me. Then, bam, there you were at our meeting the next day. It was fate.”
“You have to move in with me because I have the best shower in the world,” Rissa said.
Deacon’s entire face pulled into a huge grin. “At least until we build a new house with our shower designed for all three of us.”
“You can rent out the apartment over the store once we are ready to move into our home.” Jethro smiled. “I like the sound of that. Our home. You can design it and we’ll build it.”
“It has to be close enough to work that I don’t have too long of a commute, and it has to have a yard for the kids to play in,” Rissa informed them.
“Kids?” Deacon’s horrified expression had her laughing so hard it hurt.
“One day we’ll want children, Deacon.”
“But not today, right?” Deacon asked.
“No, not today. You can wipe that panicked look off your face,” she told him.
“Fuck me.”
Epilogue
“Can you believe this place?” one woman asked as she pulled out a bra and panty set and held it up. “They even have sizes that fit me. I’m going to make sure David knows to come here to get my Christmas gifts.”
“I know it. I can’t help but buy myself something today though. The prices are great,” the other woman said.
Rissa couldn’t believe how busy they were. She was slowly running out of inventory. She hadn’t planned for this much traffic. It bothered her that she might lose some business because of it.
“I just pulled out the last box of the purple satin nightgown. I can’t believe how popular it is,” Taylor told her.
“I know. Looks like purple and pink are the in colors this year. I already placed a double order to arrive next week. That will get us through Christmas, I hope,” Rissa said.
“Ma’am, do you have this in a size fourteen?” someone said.
“What about this in a sixteen?” another woman asked, holding up a pale chiffon green negligee.
Rissa and Taylor got back to work, handling sale after sale. Every now and then she would see one of her previous acquaintances looking around the store, but she made sure Taylor waited on them. She didn’t have the patience to deal with their snobbery, and Taylor seemed to handle it so well. The girl was getting a raise at the first of the year and a sweet Christmas bonus. She’d known exactly how to handle the store. It had been the second-best decision Rissa had ever made. The first being to go out with her men in the first place.
She kept getting glimpses of her emerald and diamond ring as she worked and thought of how much she loved Deacon and Jethro. They made her happier than she’d ever been in her life. They’d moved their things in the last Sunday, and they’d cuddled and slept together ever since.
Some nights they made slow sweet love and some nights they just slept, too exhausted to do much else. No matter what though, she would never doubt their love for her. They proudly displayed her between them everywhere they went.
Sunday they’d gone to eat at a popular pizza place and sat with their friends who’d shown up at the same time they had. The seven of them had eaten and laughed for hours before they’d finally gone their separate ways. It hadn’t bothered the other couples one bit that she was with both men. Deacon had proudly shown off her ring, letting them know that she’d agreed to be their wife. After a shocked expression or two, the group had congratulated them all.
I still can’t believe this is happening. I have two men who absolutely adore me and show me every chance they get.
It was a far cry from the cold, almost clinical way Brad had treated her. The most expression she’d gotten from him had either been when she’d agitated him for some reason or when her father was around. No, she’d made the best decision in her life to take a chance with two men. Her two men.
My two men for now and for always.
THE END
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