Epilogue
One month later
DALTON
“I swear, we need to find a new location for the next party,” Blake yells over the pounding music at the Red Devil. It wasn’t my first choice, but we know the manager and it was easy to arrange.
I’m not one for organizing parties, anyway. If I had my way, my good news would have been marked with dinner at a nice restaurant and an evening spent in bed with Gabriella. It was Gab who insisted that my acceptance into culinary school should be marked by a drunken night out. This is where our age gap starts to show a little!
“There won’t be a next party,” I yell back. He grins, and rubs his neck, the site of his newest tattoo. I swear, if he doesn’t draw a line soon, he’ll have no virgin skin left.
“You need another drink,” Gabriella slurs, dragging me by the hand to the bar and ordering a complicated number of drink varieties for our friends and family. I’m not sure how she remembers everything under the influence of four Red Devil cocktails, but my girl has skills.
“Are you trying to get me drunk?”
She pats my arm. “Come on, big boy. It’s time to loosen up. You deserve it.”
“I still have work tomorrow. This course doesn’t start for months and Dad’s expecting me to pull my weight until then.”
“Your dad can make an exception for tomorrow. In fact, I’m going to message him and tell him you’ll be in at midday.”
She pulls out her phone and begins to tap away a long message to my dad. I don’t bother stopping her because she’s the only one Dad will listen to. For whatever reason, he’s Gabriella’s number one fan. When we finally told him about our relationship, he was happy. I have a feeling it’s because Mom used to love Gab so much. She always called her the daughter she never had. Now Dad’s going to have her as a daughter-in-law. At least, he will one day. I’ve already discussed it with my brothers, but we’ve agreed to wait until Gab has graduated. She doesn’t need to be planning for a future when she should be reveling in the present.
Out of the corner of my eye, I spot Celine wobbling on her feet. Since Gabriella’s birthday, she’s been a liability. Getting drunk, although never bad enough to require a repeat of the hospital treatment, and getting into sticky situations with strangers so that her friends have to drag her out of bars to keep her safe. “Celine’s looking like it might be time to send her home in a cab,” I tell Gab.
“Are you serious?” She groans, hunting for her friend and shaking her head when she witnesses the unstable dancing that is happening a few feet from us. “What am I going to do with her?”
“She needs a harem,” I say, my eyes drifting over my brothers, and Ellie and her triplets. Since we committed to Gabriella, everything about our lives has relaxed. Celine needs that stability. She needs an anchor that can hold her and make her feel safe, even if she doesn’t know it.
Maybe that’s one guy, but now I’m in my own multiple love situation, the option of more doesn’t seem wild to me anymore.
“I wish she’d start looking at the decent guys who are right in front of her,” Gab says. Her eyes linger on Dornan, her friend, who is single and ready to mingle. Then on Travis, who recently quit his job in Germany. There are other decent guys here tonight, men who I’d be happy to date my sister, if I had one.
“Maybe we need to matchmake,” I say. “You know, nudge her in the right direction.”
“Yeah, but who’s going to want that?” she says, grimacing as Celine trips over her own feet and stumbles into a table.
“Someone who sees past her current issues. Someone who knows her well.”
Gab folds her arms across her chest, squashing her perfect tits so they rise up, tempting me. I moisten my lips, ready to leave this stupid party so I can get my hands all over this perfect woman who’s mine to play with, mine to ravish, and mine to love. But I know she won’t leave until her friends do.
Celine stumbles again and this time, Elias is there to catch her. He hefts her up in his huge linebacker arms and strides towards the nearest booth like a lumberjack lugging a log. Her hands swat at his back but they don’t seem to bother him in the slightest. A man who’s used to demolishing two-hundred-and-fifty-pound opponents isn’t going to be fazed by a tiny, incapacitated woman. Gabriella laughs, relieved, and we watch with fascination as he dumps Celine into the booth, practically tossing her onto Travis’s lap in his haste.
Celine is a flailing tangle of arms and legs, but she rights herself, gazing around as though she’s in a dream. Then she leans toward Travis, her lips banging into his, her arm reflexively hooking around his neck.
My buddy is taken off guard, surprised at the sudden onslaught of woman joined to his face, but despite her drunkenness, Celine must be a good kisser because suddenly, he’s responding passionately, while she paws at him.
Damn.
“Seriously!” Gab throws her arms up. “What the fuck is my brother doing?”
“Kissing your friend…they really should get a room,” I laugh, but that changes when Elias puts his hand on Celine’s shoulder and pulls her away. Her mouth is swollen and glistening, her eyes half shut. “Come on, Celine. You don’t need to be doing that…”
His words are cut off by Celine’s mouth and her greedy hands which search his body like airport security. Jeez. This is about to get messy. Except, Elias kisses her back too, and Travis looks on, shaking his head, a wry smile on his face.
“Celine’s a mess,” Dornan says, stepping in beside Gabriella, watching tiny Celine climb Elias like a tree.
“I think you should go rescue Elias,” Gab says, nudging Dornan in the direction of the booth. Surprisingly, he listens, and steps in to tap Celine on the shoulder, distracting her enough to stop the kiss.
“Hey, Celine,” he says, but doesn’t get to finish the sentence because she’s already off Elias’s lap and latching herself onto Dornan’s face. My god, this is going to end in a scuffle. Or Celine being packed off before she can seduce anyone else.
The latter is what happens. Ellie puts her hands between Dornan and Celine, prizing them apart. “Come on, you guys,” she says. “Pack it in.”
Dornan blinks like he’s emerging from a dark tunnel into the midday sunshine and Celine sways, smiling like the cat who got the cream.
“What’s wrong, Ellie? I’m just gathering my own harem!”
“I don’t think that’s how it works, sweetie.” Ellie pats her softly on the shoulder.
“I guess it could work that way,” I whisper into Gabriella’s ear and she shakes her head, rolling her eyes.
“You seriously think that Dornan, Elias, and Travis would share Celine? I mean, you guys are brothers, and Colby, Seb, and Micky are triplets. You were all closely bonded before me and Ellie came along. Travis, Dornan, and Elias barely know each other. In fact, Dornan and Elias have always rubbed each other up the wrong way. It’s hardly going to be a match made in heaven.”
“I guess,” I say, “but stranger things have happened!”
“You’re just looking to sprinkle your happiness all over other people. I swear since you started cooking, you’ve become a big softy.”
“Hey!” I put my arm out, flexing my bicep. “I’m still a tough guy,” I remind her. “I can still toss you over my shoulder and carry you back to my lair!”
She nods, moistening her lips, her gaze stroking over me hungrily. “Never stop doing that, baby. Never stop.”
Ellie takes Celine to a booth with fewer men, and I slide in next to Travis. “Celine, hey?” I wiggle my eyebrows, hoping that he’s going to be in a better mood tonight.
“She’s trouble,” he says. “Looking for love but pretending she just wants sex.”
“So like me, Kain, Blake, and Gab then?”
“You knew you wanted love. You just settled for the sex because that’s what was offered.” Travis really knows how to cut through the bullshit.
“And what about you?” I ask. “Are you looking for love?”
“Nah,” he says. “Love is too complicated when nothing else in your life is sorted.”
“Maybe just sex then?”
“You’re not my type,” he grins, and I punch him gently on the shoulder.
“So, when are you planning to make an honest woman of my sister?” he asks, shoving the conversation back into my court.
“You know when. As soon as she graduates.”
“You know you have to come to me to ask for my permission?” Travis takes a swig of his beer, smiling at the thought of us groveling to him. I’d crawl on my belly in the dust if it meant I could marry Gabriella and make her mine.
“I have no problem with that, and neither will my brothers.”
“I might say yes,” he says. “On one condition.”
“Oh yeah, and what’s that?”
“I get to be your best man.”
“There isn’t anyone else,” I say. “There isn’t anyone else.”
BLAKE
“I can’t believe you booked this place,” Kain grumbles, signaling to turn into the parking lot.
“What? Molly’s Motel not good enough for you?” I ask.
“It’s not good enough for Gabriella,” he says.
“Hey, if it was good enough for Ellie, then it’s fine for me too. Anyway, I’m not planning to spend much time assessing the decor. Not when I’ve got three handsome men to keep me busy,” Gab says.
“We’re going to keep you busy, Gab. Don’t you worry about that.” Dalton throws his arm around her shoulder in the back seat of the car. She cups his cock through his jeans, and I groan, regretting my stupid seating choice. Then again, Dalton’s going to have to get out of this vehicle and nurse a monster erection while we’re getting our key card. That’ll be fun to watch play out.
As it turns out, my older brother has iron control over his cock and we secure our key card from a receptionist who eyes us suspiciously, obviously questioning the truth of our family reunion story. They probably hear that kind of bullshit all the time.
In the room, Gabriella makes good on her promise. I don’t even register the color of the walls before she kisses me, her hands roaming under my shirt. Dalton approaches behind her, cupping Gab’s breasts, tugging the hem of her dress up so quickly. We separate our lips with an audible pop so he can tear it over her head. We are a frenzy of hands and lips. Thank goodness for Kain, who takes his time, locking the door, pulling the drapes, and resting the key card on the bedside table. The man is a machine of control and organization.
“Get your fine ass over here,” Gab calls out to Kain, stepping out from between me and Dalton to kiss him passionately. He’s fully recovered from his injury, the bruises fading within three weeks, but there’s still a carefulness about my brother that wasn’t there before. I wonder if that will ever leave him or if he’ll always be more conscious of the fragility of life. Gab draws back from Kain, looking up into his serious blue gaze. “I want it fast, and after, when we go for round two, we can take our time.”
“Yes, ma’am,” Kain says, smiling at our bossy girl who isn’t afraid to tell us what she needs, confident in the knowledge that we’ll deliver.
There’s no preamble to what comes next. No slow licking or sucking, no tentative touches, just a hunger that rages and spills, tearing us apart and bringing us together. Tonight, Gab crouches over Dalton’s cock, lowering herself onto it and moving just long enough to have him clutching at her thighs before she rises, presenting her perfect ass to a waiting Kain who’s kneeling behind, allowing him to take a turn.
Watching the give-and-take is fucking horny, and I stroke my cock in time to their thrusts. When she’s driven both my brothers to distraction, I peel her from Dalton’s chest and roll her onto her back. She’s on birth control now, so neither of my brothers used a condom. As her legs flop open, their cum leaks from inside her and a primal urge to mark her too rises inside me. When I climb over her, I leave my cock to slide over her clit, knowing the metal bar will hit the spot. She groans, grabbing at my shoulder, two orgasms down, and she still wants more.
“Fuck me, Blake. Let me feel your cock.”
When I push in deep, my glutes clench, and my toes curl at the perfection of her hot, tight, very wet pussy.
“That’s it,” she murmurs, eyes rolling back in her head. “That’s it.”
And it is. It’s everything.
Gabriella Cross has always been my perfect fantasy, and now she’s my girl, I can’t seem to get enough of her. And I think it’s because when I look at her, I can see our future, laid out like the patchwork quilt my momma made, all our lives woven together. I can imagine our children; little boys like me, Kain, Dalton, and Travis. Little girls like Gabriella. I can envision us growing and changing together because that’s what we’ve always done. Our path has already led us through so many years of love, laughter, and challenges, and brought us out the other side in one piece. One day, we’ll all be sitting on our deck, drinking beer, and soaking up the sunshine, our grandkids at our feet, and that knowledge grounds me in a way I’ve never felt before.
We reach the pinnacle of pleasure together, wrapped tightly in each other’s arms, my brothers by our sides, and after, I kiss her angel tattoo, the permanent reminder of how I’ll always see the girl I love.
KAIN
I’m the first to wake, as a shard of light breaks through the unevenly hung drapes and rests over my face. I turn, finding Gabriella nestled against Dalton’s chest and Blake fast asleep on his front.
It’s still strange for me to see my brothers sleeping. I was used to it when we were kids because we used to camp out, and because, as the youngest, I always seemed to be up first and tapping them awake to play with me.
Now, I have to get used to all of us being together all the time. It’s not a hardship because the love between us is strong, but I’m a person who likes his own company, and for things to be organized, and Blake and Dalton aren’t like that. I slide off the bed, padding across the linoleum to the bathroom, kicking Blake’s jeans and Dalton’s shirt out of my path.
Even after we fucked ourselves into dehydration last night, I’ve still woken with morning wood. Poor Gabriella. I don’t think she can take any more. We need to remember that her body has limitations and that we’re expecting her to give three times what most other women have to deal with. I stare into the mirror, grateful to see that my face is back to normal. The hollowed eyes I had when I left the hospital have gone, and so has the bruise on my chest. I rest my hand over my heart, its familiar beat reassuring in a way it never was before.
My stomach rumbles and I decide to head out to grab breakfast before I take a shower. The running water and squeaky pipes in this place will probably wake the whole building.
It’s a short walk to the local diner and I pick up breakfast sandwiches, pancakes with berries, and four protein smoothies.
By the time I’m back, Dalton is in the shower and Blake and Gab are sitting up in bed, watching reruns of Friends on the ancient television.
Gab jumps up as soon as she sees me, with no consciousness of how naked she is. With her golden hair tumbling over her body, she’s like a mermaid who gave up her tail for a life on the land. A life with her three princes.
“You bought food,” she says, taking the large paper bag from my hands. I’m rendered mute by the sight of her pretty breasts and the sweet angel tattoo that’s next to her even sweeter pussy. Damn, I think she’s trying to kill me.
“I’ve got something you can eat over here,” Blake says, cupping his dick, and I’m jolted from my delicious observations.
“Seriously, dude. Do you have to bring up your cock while I’m thinking about breakfast?”
“I don’t think you want me to eat it, baby,” Gabriella says with a smile and an arched brow. “But I can suck it after I’ve had my smoothie.”
“See,” Blake says, throwing up his arms in victory. “Gab doesn’t mind me talking about breakfast dick.”
“Please don’t call it breakfast dick.” I swear, my brothers are going to be the death of me one day!
Gab sucks hard on the straw of her smoothie, hollowing out her cheeks as she stares right at me. “Don’t worry, baby,” she says, licking her lips. “I love your breakfast dick too.”
And suddenly, all my grumpiness slips away. Gabriella somehow knows exactly what to do to disarm me, and I laugh, tossing my head back, pulling her in for a cuddle that starts chastely but turns heated in seconds. I may have excellent self-control, but Gabriella’s body pressed against mine unravels all my restraint.
I feed her mouthfuls of pancakes while she sits between my legs, naked and delicious, and after, I trickle golden syrup between her thighs and make a meal all of my own.
And she makes good on her promise to make breakfast dick of all of us, one after another.
GAbrIELLA
I’ve got an assignment to finish, but I don’t want to leave this motel room.
It’s been a place of epic sex, delicious food, belly twinging laughter, and companionship that makes my heart feel as swollen as an overripe mango.
Blake worked out a way to stream an eighties movie I’ve been desperate to watch, and Dalton ran out for popcorn and sodas and ended up returning with nachos and candy too. We’re all propped up against pillows, laughing at the haircuts and how fashion has made its way around again.
We can only keep focused for fifteen minutes at a time before someone has something funny to say, and Blake pauses it so we can drift off into a hilarious conversation about corn dogs, or Elias’s dick getting caught in his jeans. I learn more about the pros and cons of men’s underwear than I ever need to know, and it’s awesome because it makes me realize just how easy it is for us to be together.
Relationships aren’t supposed to be this simple. Even between one man and one woman, they have a fifty percent chance of ending in divorce, or maybe it’s even more. But with my amazing Nowak brothers, we never argue. In fact, except for a little lighthearted bickering, I’ve never seen the brothers argue amongst themselves. I’ve stumbled into a blissfully simple multiple partner relationship without even trying.
In fact, it was them who almost stumbled headfirst into my vagina! I never thought my vibrator would be the reason I found love, but there you go. Life isn’t predictable, and that’s what makes it so amazing.
“We’re going to have to leave soon,” Blake says. “Or we’ll go past checkout time.”
“I’d happily pay for another night,” Kain says, who’s met with a flying pillow to the head.
“Can’t believe you,” Blake grumbles. “After all that moaning yesterday, you want to spend another night wrapped in these nylon sheets?”
“What can I say?” Kain laughs. “Anywhere Gabriella is, I’m happy to be.”
“Awww…” I pat his chest affectionately, already working through if I could get my assignment done in a few hours before class. Another night of bliss with my men sounds just about perfect.
“I think we should stay,” I say. “Watch another movie. Eat a little more. Fuck away all the calories. Sleep.”
Blake, Dalton, and Kain all nod, trying not to smile too broadly because I know they’re thinking how perfect that sounds and wondering how they got so lucky. I know because that’s exactly what I’m thinking, too.
“You guys ever think about the reason we got together? Because of my brother’s perverted stash?” I say.
“I try not to,” Kain admits. “I still have his porn collection at the bottom of my closet, and after leafing through one of the mags, I can tell you I won’t be looking again.”
“Really,” I snort. “What was in there?”
“I’ll take it to my grave,” Kain says, covering his eyes, and we all dissolve into the kind of laughter that warms my heart and fills my soul.
This might have started out as a dial-a-dick deal, but it’s ended up in the best kind of forever love. And I couldn’t be happier!