Epilogue
COLE
A MONTH LATER
F uck, this is gonna be harder than I thought.
Speaking of hard…
My eyes followed my wife as she ran from the back door to the hot tub at Maximo and Juliet’s. Her tits bounced in the bikini top as she moved, and I was tempted to drag her home.
With our husband and… Well, her Daddy Marco, who was my regular Marco.
If it were a regular visit, I probably would’ve done just that. But we were there celebrating Juliet’s birthday. It was a day early since her actual birthday was on Valentine’s. That was also their anniversary, which meant no one would see or hear from either of them.
Possibly for longer than the day.
The fact we were there to begin with was what made me think the conversation might go fine.
At that moment, Nebula was crawling with VIPs. Rowdy, happy, drunk, spendy ones since the Founders had won the championship.
But no one from the circle was expected to stay behind to supervise. No one had a phone glued to their hands. Marco, Ash, Maximo, and I were hanging out. Freddy was also there, but he was in the kitchen fussing with a cake the women would barely eat because they were going to town on marshmallows over the fire pit.
The point was, Maximo was still a control freak, but less and less.
At least when it came to work. With Juliet was another matter.
Once Callie sank back into the water, Marco leaned into me. “Think we can convince Callie to run through the house in a bikini like that a couple of times? An hour? For the rest of our lives?”
“Build us a house with a hot tub in the backyard, and I’m betting yes.”
“On it.”
He was, too.
He wanted out of that place. The window might’ve been fixed. The glass cleaned up. But it still bothered him that someone had gotten to our woman in our house.
Where she should’ve been safe.
“Another beer?” he asked, and I lifted my chin.
He didn’t go right inside. He took the long way and said something to Ash—who sat with his feet in the pool while he played with the braided strap of Mila’s top. When he was done, Marco moved on to tug Callie’s braid. Whatever he said made her smile, then laugh. He did the same.
Before her, I wasn’t sure I’d seen him smile more than half a dozen times a year. And that was with a margin of error of six.
Now, he smiled that much before we got out of bed in the morning.
I didn’t have room to talk. I used to crash in the pool house behind her because I hadn’t wanted to be alone. And I never would be again. I had three people I cared about in my bed.
My thumb curled up to rub my wedding bands.
Plural.
When Callie had said we’d be getting them, I’d been happy. I marked her enough. It was only fair I got it in return.
Marco had one thick band. Freddy and I had two thinner ones that fit together—one for Callie and one for each other. She had three thin bands that sandwiched her engagement ring.
Fitting together as a complete set.
The patio couch dipped next to me. “If you’re thinking about moving back into the pool house, you’re shit out of luck. I like fucking my wife outside too much.”
I chuckled. “Since I have a wife and husband I like fucking, I’m good where I am.”
Maximo clinked his bottle against my empty one. “Then we’re all where we belong.”
That’s a helluva opening.
I didn’t want to sound ungrateful. When I’d met Maximo years ago to confess to hacking his system, he hadn’t ended my life. He had punched me in the kidney so hard that I’d pissed blood, but it was just a warning not to fuck him over. Then he’d offered me a job, and I’d never regretted it.
I still didn’t. Not any aspect of it.
But my life was different. Everyone’s was.
Which was why I said, “I think shit has to change, boss.”
“Agreed.”
At his immediate answer, I spun my head to look at him. But his focus was on his wife. “Our priorities have shifted. Our hours need to, too.” His mouth curved up. “Apparently, I’m supposed to step back and let the people I pay a shit-ton do what I pay them for.”
I shook my head. “That doesn’t seem right.”
“That’s what I said.” He gave me a pointed look. “As far as the other part of our work, I’ll never be able to let the grievous shit go. I start doing that, opportunistic pricks will chip away at what I’ve built. But my reputation precedes me. Shit is happening less. We’ll make sure we keep being careful about what we have to act on.”
“Don’t let Ash or Marco hear you say that. The violence is their favorite thing.”
“It was. Not anymore.” He leaned back and rubbed his thumb across his bottom lip. “Excuse me, I gotta talk to my wife.”
Since Marco was still flirting with our wife instead of getting me a beer, I went into the kitchen to get it myself.
I stopped at the canister of protein powder and opened it, pulling out a couple of pink Starburst.
“Hey, it’s almost cake time,” Freddy snapped as he finished piping a dove.
“You better hurry. They’re filling up on marshmallows.” He muttered about the chemicals and garbage ingredients, but I wrapped an arm around him from behind and bit his neck. “And you’re missing Callie running in a bikini.”
“ Merde . Almost done.”
“It looks perfect.”
“It better for how long it took.”
“I’m not talking about the cake.”
He covered my hand with his and tapped my rings. “Neither am I.”
Marco
SIX MONTHS LATER
“What do you think, baby girl?”
She scanned around before answering me. “It’s a lot of land.”
“That’s the point.”
I hadn’t gotten the appeal of Maximo and Ash building their houses in the middle of fucking nowhere. I’d liked being closer to excitement.
Right until that excitement had busted a window and strolled inside to try to take what was ours.
When the only three people I wanted to spend my time with lived in the house with me, there was no reason to be near anything else. I wanted privacy. I wanted safety.
I wanted a hot tub so Callie would run around in a bikini.
“Can I bring my bees?”
Since there was more than enough room on the land for it to be far from the house and her running, I lifted a chin. “You can bring whatever the fuck you want. It’ll be our house.”
She smiled up at me. “You’re very romantic.”
“I’ll take that over being called a mean mountain.” At her eye roll, I swatted her ass, then used my hold to curl her body tight to mine. “Well?”
“I like it. I also like where we are. As long as I’m with you, Daddy Cole, and Freddy, I’m happy. But if you guys like it, go for it.” She lifted onto her toes and pulled me down to kiss her. “I don’t want to choose.”
She never did. And we never made her.
Callie walked around, and I checked my phone.
It was unnecessary. A car pulled up, and Cole and Freddy slammed their doors when they got out.
“What happened to waiting until we were all here?” Cole bit out.
We always waited. For each other. For our turn. Either way, we made sure we were together. It was what worked.
Usually.
I gave him a blank stare as I gestured to the open plot of land. “It’s nothing. She could see the immenseness of all that nothing from the car.”
“Fine,” he muttered before smiling as he watched her walk near a patch of wildflowers. “Christ, she really is a goddess straight out of a painting.”
“Now imagine her belly all swollen,” Freddy added. “Pretty sure she’ll start showing in a few months.”
It took me a minute to get what he was implying. The way Cole’s gaze shot to him showed that wasn’t news to just me.
“Calliope,” I shouted, ready to spank her ass in the middle of the field for keeping that secret.
Freddy elbowed me. “She doesn’t know.”
Disappointment hit my chest. “Why would you say it like that?”
“She’s definitely pregnant. She just doesn’t know it yet.” At my raised brow, he explained, “She asked me to make rice pudding.”
“And? She does that all the time.”
“With carob chips in it.”
Fuck. That sounds like a craving to me.
A nasty one.
“You two hit the store for tests. We’ll meet you at home.”
They both shot me a look before ignoring my order to go kiss our wife. We talked for a few minutes about the land, then they left.
And I seriously contemplated fucking my wife in a field of flowers before we went home to find out if she was pregnant.
Or just had shit taste in dessert.
Callie
Come on.
Come on.
I stared down at the stupid little plastic stick on the counter that’d been blinking an hourglass forever.
Or for a minute.
But it felt way longer.
An arm wrapped around me from behind, and I leaned back into Marco’s silent support.
A different hand cuffed my neck and tilted my head. Cole’s soft brown eyes seared into mine. “It’ll be fine. If you’re not pregnant yet, we’ll keep trying. Every damn chance we get for the rest of our lives.”
“But it doesn’t matter because you are pregnant,” Freddy interjected with his usual arrogance. Or at least that was the way he was playing it off. Because with his body pressed behind Cole’s and his arm reaching over to hold my hand, he stared down at the test with the same intensity.
The blinking stopped.
My heart stopped.
My lungs stopped.
Everything in the world froze to let us have that one perfect moment together.
Three hands spanned my stomach before I was up and out of the bathroom. My back hit the bed as Marco followed me down. He held his weight off me as he gently kissed me. The second he tore his mouth away, Cole was there with his. Then Freddy.
Happy.
I don’t think I’ve ever seen any of them so happy.
All the logistics I’d pushed off came racing to the forefront of my mind, tires spinning and smoke billowing.
Uh-oh.
I’m future-me.
Past-me was a jerk to do this.
I tried to sit up, though it was hard with hands undressing me. And undressing them.
That really is a good piercing.
And they’re all so big…
I forced myself to stay focused as my panic began to surge. “What happens if the baby comes out looking exactly like one of you, and then two of you know it isn’t yours?”
Three men froze, shooting me their pissy glares, but Marco spoke. “It’s our baby.”
“And if you imply otherwise again, your Daddies will spank your ass so hard, you won’t be able to sit for a week,” Cole said.
It wasn’t the most romantic statement, but it was an effective reassurance, nonetheless. That still left unknowns outside of our relationship. “What about the birth certificate? There isn’t a spot for three father names.”
But I should’ve known they’d thought of that. That I didn’t need to obsess and stress and try to force myself to be the responsible one. That I could just be , and they would handle the rest.
“We each take one, starting with Marco,” Freddy said as his skilled fingers worked my nipples.
“How…” My word trailed off as he bent to suck it into his mouth while Marco speared a thick finger into me, and Cole rubbed my clit. It was nearly impossible to force the words out. “How’d you decide that?”
Cole tore his focus from my exposed sex to shrug. “Just felt right.”
Of course it did. Everything with us did.
I sank back, getting lost in the sensations. In the pleasure that only they could build.
And then Cole’s words flittered into my head, and my lids snapped open. “Wait, starting with Marco? Does that mean we’re doing this times three ?”
Three very different men stared at me with three very similar smirks before they started moving.
Even if I wanted to argue further, I couldn’t.
My mouth was full.
Freddy and Cole took turns filling it with their cocks, swapping back and forth to torment me and each other.
Marco plunged deep inside me, stretching me to bursting.
And all I could do was go where they moved me. Stay where they held me. Take what they gave as I was used by two loving Daddies and a Freddy.
Worshipped.
Their goddess.
The End