Epilogue
Misty
S ylvester giggles as he reaches for Cross.
“Dada,” he burbles. “Dada, Dada!”
My huge boyfriend sweeps the baby up in his arms before kissing the child on one chubby cheek.
“Hey Little Silly,” he growls. “Are you being a silly monster today?”
Sylvester drools and babbles again.
“Dada!” he exclaims. But then Barrett strides over, tickling the baby on his round tummy.
“How about me, little guy? Did you miss me too?”
Sylvester drools and giggles some more.
“Daddy!” he babbles while nodding. “Daddy, Daddy!”
I laugh while lying back on the couch because I have a wonderful life now.
Little Silly and I moved into Barrett’s mansion after we had the talk, and both of my boyfriends adore the baby.
Sylvester calls Cross “Dada,” while he calls Barrett “Daddy.” It works for us.
We’ll never know which man is the biological father of my son, but it doesn’t matter because we know that Sylvester is our son, full stop, and we’re a trio of loving, doting parents.
Of course, my men are also savage alpha males who claim me morning, noon, and night.
I thought they’d ease back into sex after two years of celibacy, but instead, they plunged in headfirst, and it’s been wild.
I was a bit tender because I haven’t been intimate in two years either, so I was a little shy.
That, and my changed body, made me hesitant before my handsome alpha males.
“I’ve put on weight,” I murmured, blushing fire red. “The baby pounds never came off, and I’m bigger than before. I’m also wobblier, and wigglier, and –”
The two men didn’t hesitate. They had my clothes off within seconds, and began to worship my curves with hunger, with one man latched on my breast while the other lapped hungrily between my legs.
“I missed this slick cunt,” Barrett moaned, his shaft already leaking copiously. “Fuuuuck.”
“How did we survive two fucking years?” Cross rasps after popping off a hard pink teat. “Fuck fuck fuck.”
We went from zero to sixty, and that very night, we did double penetration. I gasped and screamed, but it was so good to be taken by both men once more, stuffed full and absolutely owned. I belong to Barrett and Cross, and they made sure I knew it.
“Fuck baby,” Cross moaned as he pushed up into my cunt. “You’re even tighter than before. Is that possible?”
I couldn’t give a coherent reply, panting as my pussy stretched. Then, another cock slid up deep into my asshole, and I let out another breathy gasp. “Ohhh!”
“You’re ours,” Barrett rasped from in back of me, rotating his hips clockwise to loosen my tiny clench. “Goddamn!”
My two boyfriends have been so ravenous, in fact, that I wouldn’t be surprised if I’m pregnant already. After all, I’m only twenty, and we’re skipping birth control. Yes, my men come in me virile and creamy, and most days, I’m leaking their spunk at all hours.
But it makes me feel very feminine, and I adore the constant moisture between my thighs. I also revel in our relationship, and have decided to take some time off from school to be a full-time mother while Sylvester is young.
“Whatever makes you happy, sweetheart,” Barrett said, his blue eyes glowing as he nodded with approval. “We can afford a nanny, or even two nannies, if you want to keep going to school.”
“We already have a cook and cleaner,” Barrett rasped, as one big hand moved up my thigh. “We can hire a tutor, a babysitter, or like Cross said, a nanny or two. Whatever floats your boat.”
But I merely smiled at my two boyfriends.
“No, I’m okay for now. Sylvester’s still small, and he needs me.
I like being with our son, and this special time won’t last forever.
Plus, I wasn’t that into school. Don’t get me wrong because I’m grateful to Evergreen College for the opportunities it afforded me.
But I was tired. I was working, doing work-study and studying, and it was too much. ”
“You won’t be going through that again,” Cross rasps. “Absolutely not.”
“Not on our watch,” Barrett growled, his blue eyes intense. “Fuck no.”
I love my boyfriends’ protective air, and held up a hand with a smile.
“No, it’s okay. It’s in the past, and it’s fine. Besides, aren’t Brandon and Brent going to visit us soon?” I ask Barrett. “How are your sons enjoying college?”
My boyfriend grunts, a bemused expression on his face.
“Fuck if I know,” he rasps. “They never tell me anything.”
I nod.
“Yeah, teenagers can be secretive. Do you know if they’re passing their classes at least?”
My boyfriend shrugs.
“No, but I do know that they’re in some kind of fraternity that occupies all their time. It’s called Sigma Epsilon Chi. They’re probably partying and fucking girls non-stop.”
But something makes me tilt my head with curiosity.
“Wait a minute,” I say in a slow tone. “Doesn’t Sigma Epsilon Chi spell S-E-X in Greek letters? That seems sketchy.”
Barrett doesn’t even look surprised.
“Yeah. That’s what you get when you’re dealing with horny twenty-year old boys who’ll fuck any hole. I’m sure they’re getting wasted and breaking laws right and left.”
“They’re not any worse than when we were at Western,” Cross interjects in an amused tone. “We were a bunch of twenty-year-old horndogs once too.”
I giggle.
“And don’t forget the twenty year old co-eds either! My friend, Jenna, is in a pickle. She’s the one who introduced me to Sweet Lies.”
“Oh really?” Barrett asks, his brows rising with surprise. “Your friend’s still on that site?”
“Yes,” I say with a smile while rolling my eyes.
“I love Jenna, and I can’t understand why she’s doing it still, either.
She’s made so much money after two years of quote-unquote “platonic” relationships.
But the craziest part is that she said she went on a Sweet Lies date .
.. and her date turned out to be our other friend’s dad! ”
Both of my boyfriends grunt.
“It’s a small world,” Cross rumbles, an amused look on his face.
“Hell, there are so many people on Sweet Lies that they’re going to have to shut that site down soon,” Barrett adds. “It’s getting too risky.”
“Yes, it is kind of crowded,” I agree. “But Jenna’s not telling me something. I don’t know what it is, but she said our friend’s dad is hot ... and well, that he has dirty tastes.”
“What does that mean?” Barrett growls. Then, he holds one hand up.
“Never mind, don’t tell me because I don’t give a shit what other dudes do with their dicks.
That’s their business. They want to fuck ladyboys in Thailand?
Be my guest. They want to get fucked by ladyboys in Thailand?
Not my problem. My problem is you , sweet girl. Come on, let’s get you pregnant again.”
I giggle while falling into my lovers’ arms because this is the life that I dreamed of.
I struggled for years as a foster child, then as a penniless student, and then as a single mother, but it all worked out in the end.
Now, with Barrett and Cross on my side, anything is possible ... and I intend to make life sweet for my double mountain men.
THE END