Last Memories

Celine POV

Dolton stays close, his presence overwhelming, his touch burning into my skin as if he’s trying to leave an imprint of himself on my soul. My arms remain wrapped around his neck, anchoring me to him, and I tilt my face up, searching his gaze. I want to tell him I’ll find a way to see him again, to keep him close even when I’m gone. But the words catch in my throat, silenced by the truth we both know. There’s no way to make this work. His brothers made it clear: there’s no future for us.

His fingers slide through my hair, threading gently before tightening. The pull tilts my head back, exposing my neck to him. His lips graze the sensitive skin, soft at first, then firmer as he kisses his way downward. 

I feel tears prick my eyes, though I’m not sure why. I’ve fought them for so long, built my resistance into a routine, an armor of defiance that’s kept me from breaking entirely. But now, I wish I could go back—embrace every stolen moment, every touch. This is the end, and I know I’ll never have this again.

Dolton’s mouth reaches my collarbone, his lips soft yet insistent, drawing a whimper from me. The sound seems to summon Wes, who steps behind me, his large hand gripping the back of my neck. The strength in his hold pins me between them, their bodies trapping me in a cage of heat and tension.

Every touch, every kiss feels heightened, more intense, as if my body knows this is the last time. Dolton’s lips trail lower, his breath ghosting over my skin, igniting every nerve in its wake. He moves to my chest, his tongue flicking over a nipple before his teeth graze it gently, sending sparks of pleasure through me. My head falls back against Wes, and a low growl rumbles in his chest, vibrating against my spine.

Dolton’s kisses continue their downward path, slow and deliberate, until he kneels before me. His hands grip my hips, his fingers digging into my flesh with bruising intensity. I don’t mind. I welcome the marks, knowing they’ll be the only reminders of this night after I leave.

Behind me, Wes’s hand slides from the back of my neck to the front, wrapping firmly but not tightly enough to cut off my air. He leans down, his breath warm against my ear. “A final goodbye, baby,” he whispers, the low rasp of his voice sending a shiver coursing through me.

Dolton’s tongue strokes over my pussy, the first touch so sudden and electrifying that my knees almost give out. His movements are slow, measured, as if savoring me, his teeth gently nipping at the sensitive bundle of nerves before his tongue resumes its torturous rhythm. Molten heat spreads through my core, building into a coil of pleasure that leaves me gasping.

As I struggle to keep upright, Alex steps in front of me. His intense gaze locks onto mine, and the air between us feels suffocating. My pulse thrums against my skin, and my legs tremble under the weight of his presence. His thumb brushes over my lips, soft but deliberate.

“I really do love the taste of you,” Alex murmurs, his words as much a confession as a claim. My breath catches, and I feel lightheaded, like I’m standing too close to a flame and about to be consumed by it.

He leans closer, his lips brushing against my cheek before moving to my ear. “I’m trying to be patient, Celine,” he whispers, his voice low and strained. “But it’s hard. All I want is to have you to myself.”

Something inside me snaps, and I lean forward, pressing my lips to his. Alex groans, his hands wrapping around me, pulling me tight against his body. The force of his embrace pushes me harder into Dolton, who doesn’t falter. Alex’s length presses against my stomach, his need evident, and Wes’s presence behind me is just as insistent. I feel surrounded, overwhelmed by their touch, their heat.

Alex deepens the kiss, his tongue sliding against mine in a way that is both possessive and dominating. His hands grasp my ass, lifting me slightly, which forces Dolton closer, his head buried deeper between my thighs. My body arches instinctively, every sensation blending into a haze of pleasure. I cling to Alex, threading my fingers through his thick hair, losing myself in the intensity of his kiss.

When Alex pulls back, my chest heaves, my lips tingling from the force of his possession. But he doesn’t leave me wanting for long, leaning in again to kiss me, his lips moving perfectly against mine. Meanwhile, Dolton’s mouth works faster, his tongue and fingers driving me to the edge.

The pressure builds impossibly high, and when it snaps, it consumes me entirely. A cry tears from my throat, my body trembling as waves of pleasure crash over me. I grasp Alex, pulling him closer, needing his kiss to anchor me. He groans into my mouth, the kiss turning feral, as if he’s trying to match the intensity of my release.

Dolton rises to his feet, his lips glistening, and for a moment, I feel the absence of his touch like a cold void. All three of them step back, and I whimper at the loss of their bodies against mine. My heart races as I look between them, confused and desperate.

“Why did you stop?” I whisper, my voice barely audible over the pounding of my heart. I take a step toward Dolton, but he raises a hand, stopping me. The rejection stings, sharp and unexpected.

“It’s our final night together, Celine,” Dolton says softly, his words cutting through me. He steps forward, threading his fingers through my hair before pulling my head back with a harsh tug. I whimper, nodding, trying to understand.

“I know,” I manage to say, though I don’t understand why they’ve stopped.

“You have choices,” Wes says from behind me, his voice steady. “Tonight is your night.”

Choices? The idea feels foreign, almost impossible. “What do you mean?” I ask, needing clarity, my voice trembling with both hope and uncertainty.

Alex steps forward, his hand gripping my jaw and turning my face toward him. “You can have all three of us together, touching you, or...” He lets the words hang, the unspoken options heavy in the air.

“Or, we can come to you separately. Alone. More personal, one-on-one,” Wes explains.

“The last option,” Dolton says, his voice quieter, “is that we start separately but end together. All of us with you at the same time.”

My mind races, but my heart knows what I want. “The last,” I whisper. “I want time with each of you alone and all of you together.”

They exchange glances, a silent agreement passing between them. Alex nods. “Then that’s what you’ll get,” he says before he and Wes step back, leaving Dolton with me.

Dolton’s arms wrap around my body, lifting me effortlessly. As he carries me, I let myself sink into his warmth, knowing this is the last time I’ll have them like this. I vow to cherish every second because, after tonight, the memories will be all I have left.