Epilogue
BENNY
“Harder,” Sophie bites out, her fingers digging into the countertop.
I slam into her with all my might, rattling the damn cabinets.
“Benny, I’m so close, please…”
I snicker, pulling out as I continue to stroke her clit the way she loves. But I don’t let her come. Not yet. My kitten has been taunting me all fucking day.
“You think you can tease me all day at the shop and get away with it?” I smack her ass.
She widens her legs as I drive back into her. My free hand slides over her round belly, and I have to remind myself to be careful and take it easy. Which is why I’ve taken out my ring to avoid any issues. I don’t want to actually hurt her, or our babies, and she knows this.
But we both also know how much we need this.
Each other.
So I ease up just a bit as I hold her belly softly, massaging it like I know she likes when we fuck in this position. I drive back into her and her grip loosens.
“You know what happens when you’re a bad girl, Soph. When you tease me.”
My phone buzzes, telling me my break is almost up.
Well, our break is almost up. Considering the fact that my shop now has three employees.
I guess Bittersweet Studio is now officially a family business, but I’m not complaining.
With Eli running finances and Matt as my new assistant, business has been booming these last few months.
And because it’s been doing so well, once Sophie came back, we decided it was time to finally move out of my townhouse and into an actual house.
It was needed, since I knew Matt and Eli weren’t going anywhere, and with the babies coming and all, we all agreed it was best to have a space that’s all our own.
“Not my fault you have a damn pregnancy kink,” she says.
I smack her ass again. “Damn right I do.”
She’s not wrong. I’ve always been attracted to Sophie, but seeing her like this—knowing I might be the reason—fuck, if it doesn’t make me horny as hell. And I know without a doubt, Sophie doesn’t mind one bit.
And the sex has been fucking amazing. Though it’s not just the physical part that’s been good. It’s the emotional stuff too.
It’s knowing I might be the father of her babies. It’s knowing she’s not going anywhere. It’s fucking the woman I love. The mother of our soon-to-be-born children.
I didn’t know I could feel like this, ever. But Sophie makes all the new unfamiliar feelings not so terrifying.
I pull her hair, forcing her to look at me. I kiss her as I continue to stroke her clit and thrust into her, wanting to please her because I know how much she needs this.
How much she loves this.
I let go of her hair and grab one of her breasts—which have gotten huge, by the way. Not that she was small to begin with, but pregnancy definitely looks good on her.
Matt loves this new development too, of course, and has been practically obsessed with her newfound tits, though I can’t say I blame him. They fill up my palms pretty well and her nipples are so sensitive now. I know because we’ve all made her come by just biting, licking, and sucking on them.
I pull on one nipple, rolling it between my fingers as she gasps into my throat and I hear a knock on the door.
“You in there, boss?” Matthew asks.
I look at Sophie, holding one finger to my lips. Her eyes glisten as I call out, “Yup, be out in a second.” Just as I thrust into her so hard the cabinets rattle and she moans.
“Asshole,” Matthew mutters, and I chuckle as I resume my assault on my soon-to-be-fiancée’s pussy.
I plan to propose tonight to my little kitten.
Well, I guess we all technically plan on proposing. We talked about it together, me and the guys, and decided it was best to do it together. And we all agreed that Eli should be the one to be her husband, legally. If she says yes.
I mean, we’ll all be her husbands, but legally it can only be one of us, and I think Elijah deserves that.
Considering he’s been her boyfriend publicly since she came home.
I’m not sure if she’s ready to tell her parents the truth about us yet, and I’m not sure how much they know or suspect, since Matthew has no shame and has kissed her openly in front of them, but I’m not going to worry about it.
They haven’t said anything or treated us differently, even though I catch the weird looks sometimes.
It doesn’t matter what they think of us as long as they don’t treat Sophie differently. And they haven’t. We’re still a unit like we used to be when we were younger, and for them, I think that’s enough.
Besides, I know at the end of the day the only thing that matters is this.
Us.
And our babies.
The rest of it doesn’t really matter to me, as long as my kitten, my babies, and my best friends are happy.
Sophie said she and her brother and Raegan talked a lot while she was going through those first five months.
Before she came home. So I know they know about the collective us, and honestly, they’re the only ones I need to know the details.
Sam’s been my best friend since middle school, and his support not only of his sister, but of our relationship—Sophie’s and mine—means more to me than I think he’ll ever know.
And Raegan hasn’t said anything, though I know she’s got to be curious from the looks I catch sometimes when we all go over there for our weekly hangout. Especially when more than one of us kiss her. I know she won’t ask, even though I’m sure she’s dying to know the details.
I still feel like I should have done something, said something, during those five months she was gone.
Well, more than just drunk dialing her and leaving cringeworthy voicemails.
But Sophie tells me it’s okay. We were all processing things on our own, and all that matters is that we’re here now, together. The four of us.
So that’s what I focus on; that’s what I believe in.
“You were supposed to be quiet,” I say.
“You aren’t the boss of me,” she says brattily, and I chuckle darkly.
“Wanna bet, kitten?” I thrust into her once more as I rub her clit again and she drops her head, panting. I know she’s close.
“Now you’re going to really scream,” I tell her as I slam into her with rapid succession. “You’re going to scream so loud, Eli will hear you.” I know it’s not possible because Eli’s twenty minutes away at home preparing for the big surprise tonight, but I digress.
It’s the principle of the matter.
And because she’s so perfect, I feel her pulse around my cock as she comes undone. Loudly. With my name on her lips.
“Benny!”
I still as I fill her, my entire body unraveling as her pussy milks my cock.
Fuck, this feels so good, and I tell her that as I pull her hair back and whisper in her ear how perfect she is.
I collapse against her, pulling her closer as the relief, the overwhelming feeling of love hits me like a shot to the chest. I kiss her neck, her ear.
Turn her to find her mouth as I continue to pump lazily through my release.
My hands hold her close, resting on her belly as the fire between us cools, turning into a slow, sweet heat.
I don’t think that will ever change.
“I love you so much, princess,” I whisper, the words coming so easily now. She’s the only woman I’ve ever said those words to, and tonight I’ll promise that she’ll be the last.
After Sophie came home, after she walked through that door on Thanksgiving and I saw her, I just knew.
All the pain and heartache I’d felt subsided because she came back. Just like Matty said she would. I wanted to be mad because she kept this from me—her pregnancy—but I couldn’t find it in my heart to be angry when I knew these babies might be mine.
I’ve never wanted kids. Never really thought about getting married either.
But one look at Sophie and her round belly and I knew there was no mountain I wouldn’t move for her or my kid. Whether they’re biologically my kids or not, they’ll always be my kids. Because she’s mine, and now they will be too.
And that’s all that matters.
And it’s all that’s ever going to matter from here on out. I’ll make sure of that.
When we get home, the house smells amazing, and my mouth starts to water.
Matthew greets her, and he’s practically jumping out of his skin. He grabs her by the hand and leads her to the dining room, where I note the table is set and looks like something straight out of a magazine. Eli’s been working his ass off, apparently, since he took the day off to prepare for this.
“Oh my God,” she gasps. “What is—”
“Hope you’re hungry,” Matthew says with a grin. “Eli made pasta.”
I catch Elijah in the kitchen, tossing something in one of the pans, and the flash of flame makes me panic as he says, “Have a seat, I’ll be out in a second!”
I don’t have to be told twice. I pull out the chair for Sophie and Matt helps her sit, arranging a pillow behind her back and then kissing her softly. I watch as she melts under his touch, under his kiss.
I know this secret—our proposal—has been a hard secret for him to keep, and honestly, I’m surprised he hasn’t spilled the beans yet.
But after tonight, we’ll all be able to breathe easier.
I just need to hear her say yes.
I need to hear it for my own ears, but also because the more I think about it, the more I realize how badly I want this.
A life with Sophie and the guys.
A family.
Whether she says yes or no, that’s not going to change, but…I want her to say yes.
Matt breaks away and heads for the kitchen as Sophie looks at me in question. “What’s going on?”
“Nothing,” I lie, smirking evilly at her.
“Lies,” she says. “You’re up to something.”
I reach for my water on the table. “Maybe. But that’s the fun of surprises.”
Before she can protest, Matthew and Eli come in with the food and all lines of questioning cease because it really does look as amazing as it smells.
Elijah serves our princess first as Matthew takes a seat, and then I steal the bowl from Sophie to serve myself and pass it to Matthew.