Epilogue
Penelope
Several Months Later
We step into the conservatory, and I’m in awe of how beautiful it is. It’s an octagonal building, and the walls are made of floor to ceiling windows, giving it all a greenhouse effect. The plants add to that, and I take it the sprawling, lush leaves that are everywhere. There are flowers in all different colors, and the air is perfumed with their scents. Tables are set up around the space, with a stage and podium at the front, and it all feels like something out of a botanical dream.
“Do you like it?” Xavier asks, leaning in to nuzzle against my neck.
“It’s beautiful,” I reply. “I’ve never been anywhere like this before.”
“We’ll take you to the botanical gardens one day,” he promises with a smile. “You’ll love that.”
We’re here to celebrate Vantage Digital Systems breaking two hundred concurrent clients, a milestone that boggles my mind when I think about it. My men have worked hard for this, and I’m proud to be here to celebrate it with them.
We’re all dressed up, me in another dress that they picked out for me. This one is a rich blue, and they’re dressed to complement the color. They look amazing, of course. They always do. And judging from the way they can’t seem to take their eyes off me, they like how I look in their gift as well.
That helps soothe some of my nerves, at least.
There’s always a little bit of anxiety that comes with these sorts of things. They’re fancy, people have expectations, and I’ve been out in the public more as their wife these last few months than I was before. There are so many eyes on me, and I’m worried about doing the wrong thing.
But of course, they can tell. Dominic takes my hand and squeezes it lightly. “You’re going to be fine. This is all going to be fine,” he says.
I laugh a little. “Well, coming from you, I know that has to be true. You hate these things.”
He shrugs. “I’d just rather be at home with you. Always.” His gaze is heated as he sweeps it from head to toe over me.
I grin at him, poking him in the side. “This is supposed to be your day anyway. You don’t have to spend time reassuring me.”
“It’s your day too,” Tristan points out. “And we’re very, very proud of you.”
I smile, touched to hear that. My stomach has been fluttering all day, and not just because of this event.
We move deeper into the space, and immediately get swept up into talking to people. Current clients, people who want to be clients, investors. It seems like there’s a line of people wanting to shake my husbands’ hands and congratulate them.
Some of them stop to talk to me as well, and I paste on a smile, ready to be their biggest cheerleader today.
Champagne is flowing, and the mood is definitely right for a celebration. Everyone is merry, and even Dominic is smiling as he chats with one of their investors about something.
My heart swells to see it.
There are servers circulating with appetizers, and I help myself to a few of them, more to have something to do with my hands than anything else. The men opted to not do a formal, sit down dinner, instead having the food served buffet style so people could serve themselves.
Dessert will be the exception to that.
We end up at a table together after a while, Xavier eating roast pork with a rich sauce that tastes amazing. “I’m tired of schmoozing,” he says, making a face. “I have better things to be doing with my mouth.”
He knows exactly how that sounds because he winks and then licks some of the sauce from his fork.
“You’re terrible,” I tease, shaking my head. He feeds me a bite of pork, and end up going to get my own plate.
Tristan and Dominic have gotten better at talking to people over the last few months, and they seem to be doing all right without Xavier there to be charming. They have their own charm about them these days, and it’s funny to me to think that they’re rubbing off on each other.
Once people are seated with their food, the chairman of the board steps up to the podium and speaks. He talks about how he’s seen Vantage grow from three CEOs with disparate dreams and goals into a unified front, and every day it impresses him how focused and attentive Dominic, Tristan, and Xavier can be.
“And now, if our CEOs would be so kind as to grace us with a few words,” he says.
The room erupts into claps, and I cheer along with them as my men exchange glances and sigh. They all get up, heading to the podium.
Xavier speaks first, smiling at the room at large. “First of all, I want to thank you all for being here. I know food was a pretty big draw, but it means a lot to have you all here to celebrate this with us.” People chuckle at his joke, and I smile into my champagne flute. “When we started Vantage, we didn’t know how far we could take it. We were very different people, with very different ideas about how a company should be run. Those first few months were rocky.”
Dominic takes over, and I wonder if this was rehearsed or if they’re just speaking from the heart. “We easily could have crashed and burned because of our egos. Because we were inflexible.” Xavier coughs into his hand and Dominic rolls his eyes. “Because some of us were inflexible,” he amends. “But in learning to work together and put the needs of our clients ahead of our own egos, we found the best way to move forward. As a business and as a pack.”
“We owe a lot to those who have supported us,” Tristan adds in. “Our investors, our clients, our wife.” He smiles at me, and I grin back so hard my cheeks hurt. “Our families, who have been there with us even when we weren’t exactly sure what we were doing.” He references Xavier’s siblings, who are all gathered at a table, and his own parents, sitting with them. “Thank you,” he says, speaking directly to them. “For never giving up.”
I blink back tears at that because it means so much to him that his parents are here. Reaching out to them was scary, but they were so welcoming and so glad to hear from him that all the bad blood Tristan was imagining was just water under the bridge.
“There’s a lot more we could say,” Xavier continues. “But we know there’s only so much talking people can handle. So we’ll move on to the best part of the evening—dessert. Tonight’s offerings were baked and provided by Shortcake on Deacon Street, owned and operated by our wife Penelope. This isn’t a favoritism thing either. Her baking is just that good.”
There’s a rumble of amused laughter at that, and then the servers come out, bringing trays of the dessert I made for the occasion.
It was hard to know what would be best for something so fancy, so I went with a celebration cake. The whole thing ended up being six layers. My employees helped so much, baking dozens of tiny, intricate macarons to adorn the champagne flavored cake.
There are enough slices to go around, and everyone has something nice to say once they’re served. I pass out my business card to several of them, and they promise to contact me about birthday parties and anniversaries.
My men watch with pride, eating their slices happily.
“Why are you staring at me?” I ask them, grinning.
“Just watching you become even more of a big shot than we are,” Xavier quips. “Will you still bake for us when you’re rich and famous.”
“I’m already rich and famous,” I shoot back. “I married billionaires, don’t you know?”
The banter comes easily between us, everything comfortable and light.
Dominic raises an eyebrow at that, pretending to be hurt. “Is that all we are to you?”
“No, you’re also warm bodies in my bed,” I sass back, laughing.
He chuckles, and there’s heated adoration in his gaze as he looks at me. “I see someone woke up with a smart mouth today. I can’t wait to give that mouth something else to do when we get home,” he murmurs.
My heart skips a beat, and I suddenly can’t wait for this event to be over.
We stay through until the end though, as befitting the guests of honor and their wife. There are so many people to say goodbye to and everyone wants to talk. I keep my polite smile on the whole time, but I am raring to leave.
When the last person is out the door, I breathe a sigh of relief. “Can we go now?” I ask them.
“Not so fast,” Tristan says, catching me around the middle. “All the guests are gone, and we paid the cleaning staff to wait until tomorrow to come deal with the mess.”
“Why?” I ask, frowning up at him.
“So we can have this place to ourselves.”
My breath hitches as I realize what that means. This beautiful space, and it’s all ours for the night.
Tristan lifts me up onto one of the tables, and I settle in. Xavier comes forward with a plate of cake and a wicked grin on his face. “I saved this,” he says.
“Because you want to eat it later?” I ask.
The men laugh. “No,” Dominic answers. “Because the very first time we watched you come for one of us was after hearing you moan at how delicious a treat you made was. And the only thing sweeter than your desserts is you.”
My cheeks flush with heat, both from his words and from the memory. It seems like so long ago that I was just an inexperienced girl who had never had an orgasm before.
Judging by the looks on their faces, my men intend to give me even more of them tonight.
They work together to get my clothes off, running their hands over my body as they door. My dress is peeled off and tossed over a chair, and Xavier kneels to slide my heels off my feet. My underwear is tossed away as well, until I’m left naked on the tablecloth, staring at the men who love me.
Dominic takes up the plate of cake and dips a finger into the soft pink icing. He smears the sugary mix on my nipples and then dips his head, licking it off.
Tristan does the same, but wipes it across my belly, leaning into lap at it. It tickles a little, and I shiver at the sensation.
Heat is already coiling in me, growing hotter by the second.
Xavier smears icing at my neck and licks it off, letting his teeth graze the sensitive skin there. A soft noise spills from my lips, and I lean into their touches, legs spreading wider.
Icing gets spread on my inner thighs and they all take turns licking and nibbling at the soft skin, working me up until I’m squirming on the table and breathing hard.
Tristan ends up on his knees between my legs, and his eyes flash up to mine for a second, showing how affected he is by this. My stomach clenches with want, and I reach out and thread finger into his hair.
With a smile, he kisses my inner thigh and then goes for what he really wants, kissing my pussy eagerly. I moan his name, bucking against him, and he wastes no time before starting to eat me out.
It’s the same passion he always shows for things like this, and I can’t believe there was a time when I thought he didn’t want me.
His tongue dips and swirls and licks around my folds before spearing into my entrance. It feels so good, and I work my hips, grinding into the feeling.
I could easily come like this, but before I can, hands are lifting me up and off the table. I whine in disappointment, and someone chuckles.
It’s Dominic, standing tall and commanding. He presses me down to my knees in front of him, and my core clenches at the look on his face.
“I did promise you to do something better with your mouth, didn’t I?” he asks with a smirk.
He works his pants down enough to free his cock, and it’s already flushed and hard. I lick my lips and scoot closer until I can take him in my mouth.
I moan at the taste of his skin and arousal on my tongue. The scent of him overwhelms everything, and I focus on him, bobbing my head and taking him down more and more. He hisses with pleasure at that, and I hum in response.
Behind me, hands are roaming over my back and then down my ass. Someone spreads my cheeks, and I feel my cheeks go even darker at the thought of being so exposed.
Lips trail down my spine, and I know it’s Xavier, from his scent.
He moves me a bit, so I’m on my hands and knees, and I feel the hard line of his cock rubbing against me. I moan deeply, pressing back for more while my tongue swirls around Dominic’s cock.
Xavier slides into me, and I’m wet enough that it’s not a tight fit. He fills me up so good, and I whimper around my mouthful.
“How do you always feel this good?” Xavier asks. “Like you were made to be full of my cock. It’s amazing.”
He fucks into me, thrusting hard and fast from the get go.
I’m caught between the two of them, and there’s nowhere else I’d rather be. Dominic fucks my face while Xavier fucks my pussy, and I get lost in the push pull of them using my body for their pleasure.
Of course, pleasure is growing in me as well, the friction and their touches and strained words just blending into a cacophony of sensation that blots out everything else.
I gag a little when Dominic thrusts into my throat, but I’m getting good at taking them like this, so I rally quickly enough.
My body pulses with need, and I can feel answering spasms in my men. They’re close, and I’m suddenly desperate for them to come.
I squeeze down around Xavier and he curses, thrusting in one more time before letting go, filling me with his cum and with his knot. Dominic is right behind him, knotting behind my teeth.
Tristan takes advantage of me being stuck like that and slides under me. His fingers find my swollen clit, and he toys with it, drawing out the pleasure into a delicious form of agony.
I whine around Dominic’s cock, but he doesn’t let up, and I’m slammed into an orgasm that has me crying out as much as I can.
I writhe between them, breathing hard through my nose. Tristan isn’t done, though. He keeps stroking my clit, reading my body well enough to keep the aftershocks going into orgasm after orgasm.
I’m trembling by the time Xavier and Dominic’s knots go down, freeing me. “Please,” I moan, looking at Tristan. “I need you.” My body is oversensitive, and I don’t even know if I can take more, but that doesn’t mean I don’t want it.
“Good,” he says, smirking. “You can take it, can’t you?”
I nod. If he says I can, then I can.
He helps me get back onto the table, laying me out so I don’t have to support myself and then sliding between my legs. My thighs are trembling, but he holds onto them, and then eases himself into me.
I’m nice and stretched out from Xavier’s knot, but it’s still a tight fit considering how big he is.
Tristan starts slow, sliding in and out with a measured pace, giving me a chance to get worked back up.
It doesn’t take long.
Eventually, the slight edge of pain from the overstimulation gives way completely to pleasure. I clutch at his arms, looking up at him with pleading eyes. “Faster,” I beg. “Harder, Tristan, please.”
He growls under his breath. “Whatever you want, angel,” he vows.
His hips snap, and he buries his cock in me hard. From there, there’s nothing gentle about it. He fucks me like we both want it, hitting that spot inside me with each forward motion.
I cry out, writhing and clenching, taking everything he has to give.
My orgasm is much smaller than the other ones, and I know I’m spent after it. Tristan comes with a muted curse, knotting inside me.
I feel like a puddle on the table, everything tingling pleasantly, but so, so tired.
We all take the time to relax after that. It’s such a nice space, and the atmosphere is calm and peaceful. I breathe in the floral scent, loving how it blends with the scents of sex and my men.
“It’s so tropical here,” I murmur. “I love it.”
The three of them share a look. “That’s good to hear,” Xavier says with a grin. “Because we’re taking you on a belated honeymoon since we never got to go on one. We were thinking a trip through some of the nicest tropical places this world has to offer. You’ll get plenty more of this.”
I blink in surprise, feeling the smile growing on my face. “Really?”
Dominic nods. “Really.”
Excitement and happiness grow inside me, and my stomach flutters again. There’s a rush of nerves as I get ready to drop my own news, but I know this is a good thing. “Well,” I say, looking at all of them. “You’re not the only ones with a secret surprise. … I’m pregnant.”
There’s a moment of silence while they process that, and then all three of them burst out in happiness. “Holy shit!” Xavier cries, pulling me into a hug.
Dominic and Tristan look shocked, but I can tell they’re pleased. “You’re so amazing,” Dominic whispers as he leans in to kiss me.
“And ours,” Tristan adds.
They surround me, kissing me over and over again, making me feel so treasured and loved. I never doubt their feelings for me, and I know our baby will be just as loved too.
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