Unloved (The Unlucky Ones #2)

by Marley Valentine

I hurt them both. I hurt them differently. But I broke his fucking heart.

If they don’t want to move forward, I’m not sure how I’ll ever go back, because a life without them isn’t an option for me.

“He’s actually wrong,” Samuel says softly. “Things have changed. Now we just want you more.”

There isn’t a single inch of me that isn’t surrounded by them touching me, kissing me, teasing me. When they both drop to their knees on either side of me, I’m sure I died in that hospital and went to heaven.

I can’t move. I can’t think. I can’t breathe. It’s everything I need this moment to be.

All tongues and mouths, my orgasm barrels out of me at the sight of them worshiping me like I’m a god, on their knees, fighting over my cock.

No, I’m definitely not a god. But I’m irrevocably theirs.

Lennox is in his favorite place, behind me, and Samuel is tracing the lines on my face with his fingertips, as if committing them to memory, just in case.

I see the pain in their eyes, I recognize their hurt, and I want them to know that my recovery will always depend on knowing the consequences of my actions. All the consequences, not just the dangerous ones.

I do not want to live in a world that is too hard for him to live in.

“Good.” I bring his forehead to mine. “Because I’m in love with you, and I like to keep what I love.”

“We’re not going anywhere. No matter what happens and no matter how bad it hurts. Nothing you do or say or feel is going to scare us away.”

He’s home. He’s safe. He’s mine.

“I love you,” he says in between kisses. “I love you. I love you. I love you.”

It’s the way we feed off each other, the way we bleed for each other. It’s the perfection from the very beginning of seeing someone for the very first time and not needing any reason or any rhyme to know in the marrow of your bones that they were made for you. It’s the heartache. It’s the tragedy. It’s the downfall. Mine is theirs and theirs is mine.

I’ve lived in a lot of houses. Came and went. Hated and loved. But Samuel and Rhys? They are unequivocally my home. I’ve never felt more settled, more supported, and more me than I do with them.

Samuel wraps his arms around me and his breath ghosts over my ear. I love you. He follows it up with our favorite sign, but I don’t need it to know when he says it, he’s feeling it. It’s everywhere and in everything. It’s as permanent as my pulse, beating every second of every day.

When seated, Rhys buries his head in my neck. I love you. This time I’m the one who follows it up with the sign, making sure Rhys feels it, making sure he knows that my love for him is unconditional. That my love for him is everywhere and in everything. It’s as permanent as his pulse, beating every second of every day.

they’re mine. And I want to protect and love and cherish what’s mine any way I can.

Life, happiness, love, they’re all here, within my reach, and mine for the taking. And I am going to take it.

There is no happy medium. There is just happy. Find it. Be it. And with them, I can. With them, I will. Find it. Be it. Happy.

Lennox slams the laptop closed. “We were promised a blow job, and I don’t need technology to fail us and your mother see us shove two dicks down her precious son’s throat.”

I am loved unconditionally. I am loved more for every flaw I have. I am loved for my mistakes, and I am loved for my mishaps. I am loved for my sins and my scars. They love me and all my imperfections.

For some, it’s till death do us part. For others, it’s through sickness and health For us, it is to hell and back.

It hasn’t been easy, but ask me any day of the week if it’s been worth it, and the answer’s the same. Always.

I can’t agonize over the past because I can’t change it, but I sure can put the same amount of energy into living in the here and now.

“I love you both. I love you individually. I love us all together. All my todays are for you, and all my tomorrows are because of you.”

“I’ll love you when it’s desperate and dire. I’ll love you when it’s beautiful and boring. I’ll love you from this breath to the next, and for every breath after.”

Lennox lifts his tear-filled eyes to meet ours, and the three of us raise our hands and sign it at the same time. The first sign I taught them. The only sign that matters. I love you.