Epilogue
Starla
Next Christmas
Silently backing away from Rylen’s bassinet, I’m relieved that my carefully laid plans are going according to schedule. Babies don’t always take naps right on time, but this afternoon’s nap is right on cue.
Cullen and Ryker entertained our little one midday while I finished editing my latest vlog featuring an eggnog pie recipe from a local bakery. I’ve found a niche for myself working with Cullen, Ryker, and my dad.
Realizing that the rules he made to keep me safe were actually pushing me away, and pushing Cullen and Ryker away too, he’s learning to let down his guard and have fun with us and the business.
Each restaurant that hires his company for a revamp gets to submit one recipe for me to showcase. The twist is that I make the recipe their way and then I work with my dad on ways we can improve the recipe.
Then comes Cullen’s and Ryker’s favorite part… the taste test, where they don’t know which version was the original.
Of course we’re careful not to give away any secret recipes, and the restaurants we’ve worked with have enjoyed the publicity, finding that customers want to taste both versions for themselves.
I turn the baby monitor on and make my way into the kitchen. My heart is so full seeing Ryker and Cullen working side by side, even if I do suspect they're being mischievous. In my bare feet, I silently pad up behind them and set my hands on their shoulders, pushing them apart.
"What's going on?" I ask.
They each have a gingerbread man cookie and a full piping bag. Did they forget the plan?
“We're not decorating until Dad gets here. I just needed you to get everything ready."
Ryker says, "We know, but we thought of something really funny."
The two of them snicker like teenagers. It doesn't matter how old a male is when he's laughing like that, he's up to no good.
That's part of what I love about them. They help me remember not to take life too seriously, and that we can get through anything together, so I humor them. "All right, what is it?"
Cullen nods and motions for Ryker to explain.
Ryker grabs one of the gingerbread cookie blanks and hands it to me.
"Do I get an icing bag?"
They both snicker again. Growing up with my Dad and stepbrother, I was exposed to plenty of guy humor. Now that we have a baby boy, I fear it will only get worse.
Ryker says, "No, just hold your cookie right here."
I start to lay it on the counter, but he helps me stand my cookie upright. Then, from either side, the two of them stand their cookies up the same way as mine, so that we have three cookies in a row.
It's like watching a train wreck as they maneuver the tips of their piping bags between their gingerbread men's legs.
I'm laughing before either of them puts any pressure on their piping bag. Unable to control themselves, they’re cracking up and squeezing their piping bags to spray icing on my gingerbread cookie.
In moments I’m coated with white stickiness, although this time it’s sweet.
I sigh and shake my head. "So clever."
Cullen frees his hands and pulls me close. "Do we have time for a quickie?"
I wave my finger at the gingerbread mess. "If you plan on doing that to me… no. I was hoping for a nap."
Ryker checks the clock. "An hour and fifty-five minutes. What if we promise to be fast, put it all inside of you, and exhaust you with an orgasm so you can drift off into a nap?"
Pretending to think about it, I finally say, "Fine, but no messing up the hair or makeup."
Cullen rocks his hips against me. "The only thing we’re going to mess up is that pussy."
Should that be exciting? I’m such a sucker when they talk to me like that. "When you put it that way, how can I resist? But just a quickie."
Cullen scoops me up and carries me to the dining room table. The windows of the dining room face the backyard acreage, so we don't have to worry about anyone seeing us.
Ryker rushes to the living room, grabs a blanket, folds it, and places it on the dining room table for Cullen to set me on.
I relax and stretch my arms out. “Not where I imagined taking a nap. And it sure seems like you two had this planned out."
Cullen scoffs. "What? Us have a plan for making love to you?"
Ryker holds up his hands, "Fine. We're busted, but it’s not just for sex.
We planned on getting the cookie decorations ready in plenty of time so you feel relaxed.
The baby's down for a nap. Now we make another baby, and by the time Dad gets here, this will be the second annual cookie decorating that you're pregnant at. "
"Nice." I don’t get much time to consider the plan because Cullen’s fingers tuck inside my leggings, pulling them down with my panties, all in one smooth motion.
He and Ryker help me position my feet on the edge of the table, then Cullen lowers his face between my legs, licking and sucking my clit. I'm not going to object since I asked them to make it quick.
I like a guy who understands when to get straight to work. Aside from leaving time for a nap, the last thing I want is a repeat of last year when Dad walked in on us.
Ryker sits on the edge of the table, leaning over to kiss me. Doing my part to speed things along, I don't hold back. I surrender to the two of them and let my orgasm build, which takes no time at all with how good Cullen has gotten to know my body.
But just as my hips start to buck, he pulls his mouth away. The warmth is replaced by the cool air of the room—a terrible shock in more ways than one.
He says, "All right, Ryker, let's switch positions."
"What?" I ask.
Ignoring my question, Ryker assumes the position between my legs, picking up where Cullen let off and adding a couple fingers inside of me making it even more impossible for me to hold back.
Cullen takes Ryker’s place on the table kissing me, but in less than a minute, my breaths are ragged. I can't control my kisses. I'm about to—
Ryker’s mouth is gone. I reach out with both hands, trying to grab Ryker, but he stays out of reach.
“Wait, I didn’t—”
“I know. We don't want to over-exert you, so we figured one orgasm max."
"I'm pretty sure I can handle more than one."
"You say that now, but you already need a nap."
Those cheeky bastards. I know exactly what they're up to. They switch places again, but this time, Cullen drops his pants to mid-thigh. He slides his cock inside of me.
As much as I love them going down on me, there's nothing like coming when my sex is stretched around one of their thick cocks.
He pistons back and forth, while Ryker holds one of my legs. Now that I’m onto their game, I guess that Cullen’s going to try to come before me. Not sure that will be possible.
He looks as close to losing control as I feel when Ryker says, "Hold on. We're doing this in the wrong order. I’m supposed to go first."
I gasp. “No!”
"Sorry,” Cullen says innocently and pulls out, depriving both of us of an orgasm.
They are not good actors. Their banter comes across far too scripted, but that's okay. They’d asked me why I was so set on not having sex in bed, missionary style our first night, and I’d explained that I heard sex got boring after marriage.
I’ll take every single one of their little efforts to make sure sex stays fun.
They trade places again. Ryker eases into me. He doesn’t mess around this time. His thrusts are immediately hard and fast.
The way his eyes penetrate my soul highlight our deeper connection. It’s not just sex. It’s not just fun. We’re making another baby.
Part of me wants to strip naked and let them ravish me, but there’s no time. Not just because I want a nap, but because my sex knots tighter and tighter as he strokes inside of me.
Struggling to keep my eyes open, I’m intoxicated by how clearly they adore me. Their desire to keep me happy each and every day is better than I imagined.
Then the look on Ryker’s face shifts. He’s close. He’s struggling not to come until I do. But I like to keep things fun too. Thanks to all the Kegel exercises, I squeeze my sex on his cock, catching him off guard.
It's perfectly executed. He groans, grabs both of my legs, pinning them to his sides, and thrusts wildly. The swell of his cock is exactly what I needed to claim the orgasm they were denying me.
I’ve messed up their plan, but we all know I can handle more than one orgasm. His cock twitches inside of me with each aftershock of orgasm.
"You naughty girl," he says when he catches his breath.
"I think you like me being naughty."
Ryker slides out of me, moves aside, and Cullen takes his place, pistoning in and out of my sensitive sex. The stretch from his cock and the circles he makes with his thumb on my clit are enough to send me headlong into another orgasm in record time.
It consumes me, flooding me with euphoria.
I faintly hear Cullen’s voice. "I can't fucking wait to see your belly swollen again, Babycakes." Then he growls with his release, pumping me full of his effort to get me pregnant.
“You’re so beautiful when you come,” Ryker whispers in my ear.
"Merry Christmas!" My dad’s voice booms from the entry.
Fuck!
“Stay there,” Ryker calls back, thinking quickly to keep him from seeing us. “You’re early.”
“I couldn’t wait to see Rylen.” Dad has a soft spot for his grandson, but his voice indicates he’s staying put. Surely he’s figured out what the problem is.
The three of us burst into laughter while getting dressed. Thankfully this time, there’s far less cleanup and we’re not nearly as naked.
Before going into the other room, I pull Ryker and Cullen close. “You two are my best Christmas present ever.”
And we live happily ever after!