Gaining Hope (6 page)

Hope could feel the hot jets of Tommy’s uncontained semen as he found release in her ass. The hot liquid filled her and made her long to feel the same from Shawn in her pussy. But his was covered and the condom kept each precious drop of fluid from her. Soon she would have them both, just flesh on flesh. It was something she was definitely looking forward to.

Shawn collapsed to the side of them and Tommy shifted with him so that they all lay on their sides, both of her men still inside her though already softening from release. She felt more content than she had ever been in her life. Never had she felt so sheltered, so loved, so safe. She snuggled down between them. For the first time in a long time she had no fear of what tomorrow might bring. For now she was positive that she could and would face anything, with these two men right beside her every step of the way.

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Hope’s father stood on the beach watching the boat as it moved out further and further. His second had found her escape. Hope would not have to face the mess that he had made. He prayed that she would be safe and well, that she would get the chance to have the life that she deserved. He had placed the gift on her bed with the money and directions to Faith’s hidden inside. He couldn’t give it to her himself so he had said that it was from Faith.

One day maybe his daughters would forgive him for what his grief over losing their mother had done to him, had led him to do. Making a deal with the devil would have been better than the pact he had made. But slowly he was doing everything that he could to help his daughters leave. No one could ever find out that he had a hand in it though. Not his daughters and especially not the man he’d made his deal with.

Three more daughters to go and the next one would be the hardest. Charity was already known as the most beautiful girl in the county. She was the spitting image of her mother. She would be watched like a hawk. But somehow he would see her free as well. In fact he already had a plan in mind. With a smile he walked back along the shore headed to the parking lot and his car. He’d tell them that she hadn’t made it in this direction and continue searching frantically for her for the next few days. It was the least he could do.

Prologue

Hope stood on the deck of the boat two weeks later, Tommy on one side of her and Shawn on the other. She held the bottle in her hands once again filled with the necklace and the letter. Tommy had re-corked it and used hot wax to ensure that it was tightly sealed and that no water would get inside. The magic had worked for them as far as she was concerned. She most definitely had found true love with these two men. Two weeks may not seem like a lot of time but it was long enough for her to know that she was the happiest she had ever been. And she would gladly spend the rest of her life with Tommy and Shawn.

“Are you sure?” she asked as she passed the bottle back and forth from hand to hand.

“Yes,” Tommy answered placing his hand around her waist and snuggling up against her.

“You should be the one to throw it back out there,” Shawn agreed. “You’re our blessing.” He leant in to her and kissed her softly on the lips before placing his arm around her shoulders and snuggling close to her other side. “It is only right that you throw it out so that it can bless someone else.”

She smiled up at them thinking how magical it all was. From runaway bride to contented lover in mere days. It was enough to make her head spin.

“I’m the one who has been blessed, not once, but twice,” she told them before turning her gaze out to the sea. “And if I can give that gift to someone else by throwing this bottle, then I would gladly do it every day for the rest of my life.”

“Then throw it,” Tommy encouraged.

“For others await the hand of fate.” Shawn quoted from the poem.

With a contented sigh Hope stepped out from between them until her belly pressed against the rail. Lifting her hand high she heaved the bottle as far out as she could, watching as it landed and bobbed across the surface. Tommy and Shawn joined her and they all linked hands as they watched it move further and further away.

“Happy journey,” Hope whispered as she clung to what fate had delivered to her. “As lovers unite, no hand can break,” she quoted.

“Never,” Tommy agreed, giving her hand a squeeze.

“Not true love,” Shawn added and with a tug he turned them towards the stairs that would take them down to the bedroom, and an afternoon filled with loving.