Total pages in book: 24
Estimated words: 22815 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 114(@200wpm)___ 91(@250wpm)___ 76(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 22815 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 114(@200wpm)___ 91(@250wpm)___ 76(@300wpm)
Kaci immediately snorts. “Sanctuary doesn’t mean anything to me. I was only going because of my dad, and now we’ve seen his true colors. So yeah, absolutely. I’m quitting the church because what is there left? How will they even keep going, given what happened this morning?”
I shake my head.
“You’d be surprised. We were the only witnesses, after all, so it’s their word against ours. But regardless of their future, I want to make clear that you’re no longer associated with Sanctuary in any way, shape, or form. Not only that, but you’re not seeing any other men other than myself and Hunter.”
Kaci immediately nods.
“I wasn’t, Brent. I swear on it. Yes, things used to get frisky at the Corinthian, but not anymore. In fact, I may even ask to be transferred.”
Hunter frowns then.
“Transferred where?”
She smiles playfully then.
“Maybe to housekeeping? Laundry? I don’t know because I haven’t decided, but we’ll see.”
I laugh because this is what we love about Kaci the most.
“We’re here for you, baby girl,” I growl. “No need to stress out about the financial aspect because Hunter and I make more than enough. You’re welcome to move in with us, and of course, we want you to be happy. We love you, sweetheart, and your state of mind is paramount.”
Kaci looks surprised then, wonder and delight crossing over those beautiful features.
“You love me?” she asks in a hesitant voice.
Hunter sits next to her on her other side, pulling that curvy form close
“Of course, baby girl. What do you think we’ve been trying to say all along? We adore you, and want to be with you more than anything. Maybe we’ll be taking it one day at a time right now, seeing how that shitshow just went down, but never doubt our intentions, sweetheart,” he growls in a fierce tone, those blue eyes sparking. “We adore you, Kaci.”
With that, the sassy woman throws her arms about us, laughing and crying at once.
“I love you too, Hunter and Brent,” she says in a rush. “But I was so afraid that you wouldn’t be interested, seeing that I have a crazy job and a crazy family. I mean, what man would?”
“We would,” my friend and I immediately reply in deep tones. “We adore you, Kaci Stott, and with more time, everything will be resolved. We promise.”
Then, Kaci kisses us, her mouth sweet and body pliant. Immediately, Hunter and I are on it because the beautiful woman needs the healing that only a physical connection can give at the moment. The mental healing will come with time, but on our watch, Kaci will be just fine. More than fine, in fact. We intend on making her happy, and with the curvy girl in our arms, everything will work itself out.
EPILOGUE
Kaci
I lay my hand on my belly, which is just starting to bulge with pregnancy. OMG, it’s insane how quickly things can change. Six months ago, I was prancing around the Corinthian as a cocktail waitress while entertaining dozens of handsome men. I was having sex on the fly and loving the experience too, even if I often had the seed of multiple men dripping from my body on any given night.
But now, I’ve quit my job at the hotel, and moved in with Brent and Hunter. Now, the only seed that I harbor is theirs, and it’s unexpectedly satisfying. Besides, with the pregnancy, my lovers didn’t want me to work. They urged me to take things easy, and to rest and relax before the baby’s born.
Even crazier (or maybe not so crazy), I’m no longer associated with Sanctuary, and have no contact with my father either. Last I heard, Mike’s in jail because he couldn’t make bail, and he’s up on some fairly serious charges. I haven’t been called testify yet, but it’s coming. After all, you can’t just start a sex cult with teenage girls and expect to get away with it. I’m not looking forward to the trial and the notoriety coming our way, but it is what it is. My father deserves what’s coming to him, and hopefully once he's behind bars, he’ll recognize the error of his ways.
But now, Brent, Hunter and I are visiting a model home about twenty miles from Vegas. We’re looking for more space now that I’m pregnant, and I climb out of Brent’s truck to gasp at the beautiful, ranch-style two-story in front of us. It’s brand new, with a sparkling emerald lawn, trimmed hedges, and a three-car garage.
“Oh, wow,” I breathe. “It’s gorgeous!”
The guys chuckle.
“If you like it, then we’ll get it, sweetheart.”
I gasp.
“But it’s huge,” is my whisper. “Can we afford it?”
Brent and Hunter grin.
“You know I just won that ultra last month in Oregon,” Hunter begins.
“And I’m headed off to Hawaii for the latest Ironman and the biggest purse yet,” finishes Brent. “I’m a shoo-in for the podium, so yeah, we can afford it.”