May brought warm river air and full blooms to the valley.
Pink petals from the young cherry trees drifted across the fresh gravel trails, sticking to the damp soil where the old mansion walls used to stand.
The state park board scheduled the official public opening for two in the afternoon.
An hour before the gates opened, the four of us walked the loop trail alone.
The grass was thick over the thirty acres.
The creek ran clear over the crushed granite beds, stabilized by the native birch roots we planted in the autumn.
Near the river overlook, the heavy oak bench Vin built sat bolted into stone, polished smooth by hand oil and weather sealant.
Lucian walked beside me, his hands in his pockets, his dark suit jacket unbuttoned.
He stopped near the stone steps leading down to the water, looking out at the river.
“The state land trust completed the final transfer this morning,” Lucian said.
“The deed is registered under the foundation name in perpetuity.
No single individual can ever buy or sell this dirt again.” Shawn stepped up on my other side, holding a thin leather folder with the final county sign-offs.
“The town council tried to push for a toll kiosk near the main road.
I shut them down.
Access stays free for anyone who walks through the gate.” Vin stood by the bench, rubbing his palm along the top grain of the wood.
He wore a plain black shirt and work pants, his boots covered in dry dust from setting the last trail signs.
“It’s built right.
It’ll stay standing.” I looked at the open field, the trees, and the water.
Where Conrad had built a prison of secrecy and fear, there was only open light, moving water, and people coming to walk in peace.
“Come inside,” Vin said, pointing toward the stone gatehouse fifty yards away.
“We have forty minutes before the local trucks start arriving.” We walked into the gatehouse, the heavy wooden door closing behind us, blocking out the morning wind.
The room smelled of fresh cedar, oil, and warm iron from the stove in the corner.
Shawn didn’t wait.
He locked the door and walked straight up behind me, grabbing the hem of my thin cotton sweater and pulling it up over my head.
My bra came off with it, dropping to the floorboards.
Lucian unbuttoned his shirt, setting it over the back of the drafting chair.
He walked over, his long fingers unzipping my linen pants, pulling them down my legs along with my underwear.
I stood bare in the center of the room, my skin warm in the sunlight streaming through the river window.
Vin sat on the edge of the heavy oak table he had built.
He reached out, his big hands grabbing my hips, pulling my body between his open knees.
His hands moved over my bare thighs, spreading my legs wide open.
“Look at you,” Vin rumbled, his voice low and heavy.
“Dripping before we even touch you.” Shawn knelt on the floor beside the table, his dark eyes fixed on my wet center.
He didn’t hesitate.
He leaned in, his hands holding my thighs apart, and buried his mouth straight against my pussy.
His tongue licked me clean with long, hard strokes, moving from my bottom hole up to my swollen peak.
I let out a loud moan, my hands reaching behind me to grip Lucian’s shoulders as Shawn licked me fast and deep.
Lucian stood close against my back, his chest warm against my bare spine.
He reached around my waist, his long fingers cupping my breast, rolling my hardened nipple between his thumb and finger while Shawn worked my pussy with his mouth.
Vin unfastened his dark pants, freeing his hard, thick dick.
He held his shaft in one hand, placing the broad tip at my opening, and pushed inside me in one heavy, unbroken drive.
“Fuck,” Vin grunted, his fingers digging into my hips as he buried his entire length to the hilt.
My inner walls stretched around his thick shape, gripping him tight as he established a deep, steady rhythm.
His heavy hips bumped against my rear with a solid, wet slap that echoed through the quiet room.
Every push hit deep inside my core, making my knees shake.
Shawn pulled his mouth back from my pussy, standing up beside us.
He unbuckled his pants, pulled his rock-hard dick free, and stepped up to my face.
“Open up, sweet girl,” Shawn growled, his hand gripping my hair.
I opened my mouth wide, taking his thick head past my lips.
Shawn stroked his hard shaft down my throat, his hips moving in a fast, steady rhythm while Vin pounded my pussy from below and Lucian kept his fingers rubbing my swollen peak.
The double penetration of my mouth and pussy was fast, thick, and intense.
My body moved naturally between them, my hips lifting off the edge of the table to take Vin deeper with every push.
“Take all of it, Lyra,” Lucian rasped in my ear, his thumb grinding my clit in tight, hard circles.
My inner muscles tightened hard around Vin’s dick.
A sudden, violent peak exploded through my lower belly.
I came hard right on Vin’s cock, my body shaking as my pussy clamped down around his thick shaft with tight spasms, my muffled cries echoing against Shawn’s dick.
Vin let out a low, rough roar, his pace turning fast and brutal for three deep thrusts before he slammed himself all the way inside me and flooded my womb with his hot cum.
Shawn pulled his shaft out of my mouth, letting out a sharp gasp as he came across my breasts and stomach, his warm cum dripping down my skin.
Lucian lifted my shaking body off the edge of the table, spinning me around and setting my chest flat against the wide river window.
He pushed his long, hard dick straight into my wet, full pussy from behind in one deep drive.
Lucian fucked me hard against the glass, his long strokes hitting deep inside my core, his hands digging into my hips as he pounded me with a fast, heavy rhythm.
Every push drove him deeper, until he let out a dark growl, burying himself to the hilt and releasing his heavy load inside me.
When they finally let me down, my legs gave out.
Vin caught me in his arms, lifting my bare body and setting me down on the soft wool blanket near the wood stove.
I lay on the blanket, my skin wet, sore, and filled with their warmth.
Shawn wiped my chest with a soft towel, while Lucian pulled the heavy blanket over my shoulders.
Vin lay beside me, his broad arm locking over my waist.
An hour later, the first cars pulled into the gravel lot outside.
I stood by the front window of the gatehouse, wearing my jeans and a fresh shirt, watching families walk down the stone path toward the river under the bright May sun.
Lucian stood on my left, Shawn on my right, and Vin behind me.
My mother’s land was open, her name was honored, and my life was completely my own.