Chapter 51 #4
“Fuck, your ass feels like heaven, Sunshine.” Col’s voice sounds far away.
It takes every bit of mental willpower I possess not to panic, to fight my body’s natural reaction to squirm away and breathe unencumbered.
Instead, I relax my muscles, giving my weight to Col entirely, knowing he’d never put me at risk of being hurt.
“That’s it. We want it all, sweetheart. Your obedience in the bedroom.
Your trust. Every goddamn orgasm. It’s ours, Sunshine. ”
As my vision grows darker around the edges, Col pinches my clit, forcing my climax.
It completely overwhelms me, more powerful than anything I’ve ever felt before.
As I start to lose consciousness, Col rips his hand away, allowing a rush of oxygen to fill my lungs.
Dayton grunts, his cum flooding my mouth as I attempt to swallow everything he gives me.
Col’s release paints the inside of my ass a second later, mixing with Raiden’s.
As my body trembles with the aftereffects of being fucked within an inch of my life, Col slowly withdraws his cock, their combined cum leaking out of me and mixing with the tepid water pooling along the shower floor.
My chest heaves as I work to control my breathing, but the pleasure of having Col deprive me of oxygen is still making my extremities tingle with renewed sensation.
It’s a bit jarring to realize how implicitly I trust them, enough to cede control and allow my life to hang in the balance, completely at their mercy.
I never imagined I’d give anyone that level of confidence ever again, but I have no doubt that every part of me is wholeheartedly safe with them.
“I love you, Sunshine,” Col mutters, lifting me off the floor and hugging me against his chest. His heart is thundering beneath my ear, making me smile, knowing he’s as thoroughly wrecked as I am.
“I’m yours forever, sweetheart. I hate that I ever made you question how committed I am to making this work, but for the rest of our lives, I promise you’ll never have any reason to doubt me.
I’ll prove to you every single day how badly I want this.
” He cradles my face, pouring every ounce of his love for me into a sweet and tender kiss.
“We’re gonna love the hell out of you, Butterfly,” Dayton jokes, his front pressing against my back as he peppers kisses along the bend of my neck and shoulder.
“I love you, too. Both of you,” I respond sleepily, my body spent and sated.
As a shiver wracks my body from the cooling temperature of the water, Dayton quickly scrubs me clean once more.
By the time we’re finished, Col is waiting with a towel to dry me off.
I’m operating on autopilot, my limbs struggling to move with any kind of purpose.
Dayton laughs at how uncoordinated I am as I stumble towards the bed, then scoops me off my feet and carries me the rest of the way.
There’s a major disconnect between my brain and body at the moment, and the only remedy is a good night’s sleep.
I blink through the fuzzy haze of exhaustion clouding my vision, finding both Raiden and Briggs sprawled across the bed, one cradling Izzy, the other Hudson.
I give them a droll look of annoyance. Seeing as both kids are still sleeping soundly, I highly doubt that either of them needed comforting.
“Don’t look at me like that, Angel,” Briggs huffs haughtily.
“They’re only this little once. We have to soak up as many snuggles as we can get.
Before we know it, they’ll be teenagers and embarrassed by the sight of us,” he pouts, holding Hudson more securely, as if the thought alone could make him disappear.
My eyes widen with horror, not remotely ready for that stage of life just yet.
“Let’s not talk about such scary things right before bed,” I grumble unhappily, wedging myself between Briggs and Raiden.
Their laughter echoes around me like background noise, but Raiden’s enticingly soft down comforter drags me farther into the oblivious pull of sleep.
As my eyes grow heavier by the second, I use my last bit of consciousness to graze my hand over Izzy’s back, wishing her nothing but sweet dreams. As I turn to give Hudson the same attention, Briggs places him between us, allowing him to burrow against my side.
I stroke my fingers through his ringlets, a smile gracing my lips.
I want nights just like this one for the rest of my life.
An overcrowded bed, my body and mind completely depleted but filled with so much love it’s overflowing.
The five of us have been operating on minimal sleep for months now, and these stolen moments I’ve come to love won’t be as frequent as the kids get older, but I wouldn’t give this up for anything.
I don’t care about the prejudice we’ll face at the hands of strangers who couldn’t possibly understand the intricate web that’s tightly woven the five of us together.
Unless they’ve endured what I have, they have no right to speak about our relationship.
I want this forever, and nothing that anyone could say will ever change my mind.
Let them do their worst, as far as I’m concerned.
I’m confident that what we’re building can withstand any judgment that’s hurled our way.
We’re stronger than that, and I have no problem proving it.
But for the sake of Izzy and Hudson, I hope the people of Chaplain prove us wrong.
I hope that Raiden’s parents can overlook their son straying from societal norms and see how deeply we love one another.
I don’t want our neighbors to look at us with disgust, or classmates to whisper about our children behind their backs.
I don’t want any of us to be pariahs within our own community, but those are sacrifices I’m willing to make if it means we get to keep this beautiful family we’ve been given, regardless of how it was formed.
Because more than anything, I want more babies that look like copy-and-paste versions of the men I love, and for Hudson and Izzy to never again experience the kind of pain we were forged in.
As I cling to my last few moments of wakefulness, Raiden suddenly announces, “I think we should put this place up for sale.” I peel an eye open, glancing over as he places Izzy in her bassinet, wanting to gauge how serious he is.
“Agreed,” Dayton grumbles, crawling up the foot of the bed to lay his head on my stomach. “I’m sick of going back and forth. I want us all under the same roof, preferably sooner rather than later.”
“I’ve already been looking at houses that are big enough for all of us, plus some room to grow in,” Briggs adds, giving me a sheepish smile.
I wouldn’t be shocked to learn that the four of them are already plotting my next pregnancy, but I’m also confident that my physical and mental well-being trumps any new breeding kinks they’ve recently developed.
So when the time is right, the decision to expand our family will be made together.
“So we’re in agreement, then?” Col asks, peering at each of us. “We find a real estate agent as soon as possible so we can get the ball rolling?” We each nod, our smiles growing as the prospect of finally living together, officially, becomes more real.
With thoughts of the future filling my mind–birthday parties in a home that fits us all, the patter of little feet finding our bedroom in the dead of night, Easter egg hunts in a beautiful backyard–I finally succumb to sleep, surrounded by the people I can’t fathom living without, and hope I never have to.