Epilogue – One year later
“Ready?” Atlas called out from the empty office next to us.
Hugh and I were sitting on foldout chairs in the space we’d recently leased in historic Georgetown. We hadn’t moved in yet, but we would, starting tomorrow.
We’d been fine working at home, but now business was growing rapidly. Soon, we’d have to hire extra staff. I couldn’t wait for the next level.
“We’re just waiting on you, Princess,” Hugh said.
I leaned close to him and whispered, “Do you have it?”
“How could I forget?”
“He’s going to be fucking excited.”
“So will his mother. Jesus.”
I couldn’t help but burst out laughing. Every weekend for a year, she got on us about marriage and kids. Good lord, she was a handful. But we loved her for it.
“What’s so funny?” Atlas asked.
Hugh winked at me. “Inside joke. You wouldn’t get it.”
“Seriously?”
I chuckled. “Atlas, please come out.”
A poof of black curls suddenly peeped around the corner, then Atlas showed us his face, completely done up in makeup, and not the subtle stuff he normally wore. He actually looked beautiful. Well, more so than usual.
He then stepped out and did a little pirouette for us. “Well, what do you think?”
Hugh froze, and I may have gotten hard. Holy hell. Atlas was wearing a woman’s dress. An adorable dress. It was a tweed plaid sleeveless dress with a pleated miniskirt. He’d paired it with high cable-knit socks.
“It’s totally cute, right?” he asked, giving us another twirl and adorably kicking his foot out from behind before flipping the skirt to reveal white silk panties trimmed in lace and covered in little red hearts.
“So fucking cute,” I breathed.
“You little sass,” Hugh said and stood to inspect Atlas. He took his hand, raised it, and gave him another spin. “You look stunning, Princess.”
I also stood and pressed my body to Atlas’s back. “Stunning, indeed.” I thrust my cock against his ass, and he froze. “See how you make me react?”
I wrapped my arms around him and pressed kisses against his exposed throat as Hugh sandwiched him in, kissing his lips.
“Before we get too carried away,” Hugh said, stepping back and adjusting his swollen cock in his jeans.
Atlas reached between Hugh’s legs, but he grabbed his wrist and stopped him. “Do you want to see what’s in my pocket or not?”
“Psh, I’ve seen what’s in your pocket.”
“Not that, Princess,” I chuckled.
He pulled the small black box and showed it to Atlas, who gasped and pressed his hands to his heart. “No! Shut the front door!”
“Linden and I talked about this. We agreed that I will be the one to marry you, from a legal standpoint, merely because my parents assume I’m only with you. But we’d like a special ceremony with the three of us. It won’t be legally binding, but it will be special.”
I stood next to him, and we each dropped to one knee as Hugh held out the box to Atlas.
“I knew we were meant to be when you walked into the office that day a year and a half ago. To me, it was a sign. God, I love being right. I’ve adored every minute with you.
It doesn’t matter whether we’re having sex or snuggling on the couch watching TV and eating popcorn.
I never believed I would find my person—until you.
But I didn’t just find my one person.” He also grabbed my hand.
“I found my persons, and I’ve never been happier.
” He looked back at Atlas, still holding out the box.
“I’m ready for the next chapter in our lives, if you’ll have me…
have us. We love you, Atlas. Will you marry us? ”
“Before you grab that box, I would also like to add that were it not for you, Hugh and I would probably never have gotten together. We wouldn’t have been honest with our feelings had you not pushed us. You’re our glue, Atlas. As much as I love him, we wouldn’t be complete without you.”
Atlas’s eyes watered, and he sniffed as he reached for the gift with shaking hands and opened it. Inside was a custom-made gold engagement ring that matched his necklace, two hearts, and a ruby in the center.
Atlas slipped the ring on and held out his hand to look at it. “Oh, god… It’s so beautiful. It matches my necklace perfectly.” He bent forward, reached for us, and pulled us into a hug. “Of course, I’ll marry you! Are you kidding?” We held him tighter when a sob escaped him. “I’m so happy.”
We were all getting emotional. Hugh coughed away his emotions and tugged on the collar of Atlas’s dress. “As cute as you are, I need this off stat. Why don’t we christen the new office?”
Atlas sniffled again and wiped away his tears. “I’m always game for some naughty fun.”
“I don’t know…”
Hugh furrowed his brow and narrowed his eyes at me. “What do you mean you don’t know?”
“Chill, cuz. I just think we should fuck our princess with the dress on.”
He instantly relaxed. “Even better.”
Atlas turned his back to us, stood in front of the wall, lifted his skirt, and slowly peeled down his panties until they gathered around his ankles, exposing his stunning ass.
His ass was made to be fucked. He pressed his hands against the wall and wiggled his butt. “First come, first served, darlings.”
Hugh waved a hand at me. “After you.”
“Not gonna say no,” I said and stood, unzipping my jeans and pulling out my cock. I gave it a few strokes as I approached Atlas. “I don’t have lube, baby.”
He glanced back at me and winked. “Did you think I wouldn’t be prepared?”
“You’re a regular Boy Scout,” I chuckled.
“Ew, roughing it in the woods is not my idea of fun.”
I smacked his ass, and he yelped. “Noted.”
I lined up my cock against his hole and eased the tip in. Once I grabbed his hips, I worked my way inside him, not taking my time, but not hurting him either.
Once I was fully seated, I slowly pulled out and pounded back in.
Hugh wasted no time getting involved. He stood next to me and ran his hands over my flexed ass. His finger slipped through the crack and rubbed against my hole. “I think I want in here as you fuck Atlas.”
“I haven’t prepped,” I reminded him, out of breath.
“I’ll live.”
He pulled out a lube packet from his wallet, opened it, and oiled his cock. I didn’t stop pumping into Atlas as he came around behind me and pushed me forward. “Stop for a second. Let me get in there.”
Hugh didn’t work me open, but it would be fine since he fucked me a lot these days. That didn’t mean it didn’t burn when he sank into me.
“Brace yourself, Princess,” I said to him. “You know our Hugh. He’ll pound the hell out of me, making me essentially pound the hell out of you.”
“I’m ready!”
Hugh wasted no time hammering me like he was a man starved, which, in turn, had me hammering into Atlas. Being fucked while fucking was the next best thing to double penetrating our princess.
I reached around Atlas’s front and fisted his cock, wasting no time giving it rapid tugs. Whimpers and groans spilled out of him, while Hugh and I grunted like animals.
Hugh slid a hand under my T-shirt and rubbed my back as he continued to pump. Between his grazing my hot spot and my fucking Atlas, I was going to come at any moment. Suddenly, hot, sticky cum covered my hand.
I held onto his cum when I let him go and focused on my own orgasm, but to my surprise, he grabbed my hand, brought it to his face, and cleaned it off. “Holy fuck,” I hissed. That did it. I threw back my head, closed my eyes, and shot my load into him, clenching around Hugh’s cock.
Before I even got soft, he came into my ass, gripping my hips tightly as he did, hard enough to leave bruises. I loved it when he was rough with me.
I slipped out of Atlas as Hugh finished up. When he did, he didn’t stand right away, but rested his head on my back.
After some heavy breathing and getting our hearts to settle, we all stood, tucked ourselves back in, and straightened our clothes.
Atlas pulled up his cute panties and pulled us into a group hug. “I can’t wait until we christen this entire place.”
Hugh and I both laughed.
“I can’t wait until we punish your cute ass over our new desks,” Hugh said, pinching Atlas’s chin and pulling him into a kiss. Then he did the same to me. While I enjoyed being dominant in the bedroom, I really loved it when he did it to me. It was nice to let go for him.
“So… not to be my mother and all, but… she’s going to insist we have kids as soon as she hears about our engagement.”
Hugh pulled us tighter against him. “Then we’ll have kids. I never saw myself as a father because I always feared I’d end up like my dad, but not anymore. Now that I’ve stopped pleasing him, I know I’ll be better than that. Better than him.”
I rested my palm on Hugh’s face. “Should we tell him?”
“Tell me what? Tell me what? Is it another surprise?”
He gave me a nod to tell Atlas. “Well, we’ve been talking with Chloe. She doesn’t want kids for herself, but she’s offered to be our surrogate whenever we’re ready.”
Atlas put his hands to his face, and his dark eyes burst wide as he rolled on the balls of his feet. “No! Wow, she’s like the best person in the world.”
“My sister is amazing. But there’s an obvious stipulation. It can’t be with Linden or me. It has to be you, Atlas. We’re related to Chloe. So, you get to be a daddy.”
“Oh my god! My mom is going to be shitting kittens.”
“Nice visual, At,” I said, laughing and rolling my eyes.
“It’s going to take a lot of time. First, we need to think about what we want to do about a wedding, and when to do it. I would like to just go to the justice of the peace, then have an intimate ceremony with family and close friends.”
“We should do a destination wedding,” I suggested.
Atlas jumped up and down, clapping. “Oh! I would love that. I’ve never been out of the country before.”
“A destination wedding it is, then. We’ll need to find someone willing to wed the three of us. Let’s get this office furnished, organized, and some people hired, then we can make plans,” Hugh said.
Atlas held onto us again and rested his head on my chest. “I don’t think I’ve ever been happier.”
“Me too,” I said.
“If we can’t find someone to wed all of us, we’ll think of something else to celebrate our union.”
Hugh held my face and pulled me into a short kiss. “We’re in this together… the three of us. Always. Marrying Atlas is only for legalities. The ceremony for all of us will be everything.”
As much as I wanted to marry both of them, it wasn’t in the cards for us. Maybe one day society wouldn’t care. For now, I was happy we were going to do something for the three of us.
None of this would’ve happened without Atlas. I would love him forever for it.
“Make a list of all the places you’d like to visit, Princess,” I said. “We’ll pick one, have our ceremony, and then we’ll have our honeymoon there.”
“Greece!” he blurted. “Mama would die!”
“Greece it is.”