Epilogue 2
Thea
C hild-free time was hard to achieve with a 7-year-old who hated being away from her mama and papas. She had yet to go to a sleepover and stay the entire night. Not that we encouraged her to go to sleepovers. Kyril insisted on vetting every family whose kids showed an interest in hanging with our daughter. It was both tedious and embarrassing.
The poor girl already struggled to make friends thanks to her overbearing fathers, so when she showed up at parties with a security detail in tow, was it any wonder the other moms didn’t invite her again?
But this was our life, and security was important. Kyril might have slowly pivoted the family business into more legitimate areas, but we were all very much aware of the risks that lingered.
The main threats to our safety were long since dead and buried, nothing but worm food by now, but Kyril remained the Russian mafia heir, and if the cartel started getting ideas, all of us were in danger, especially my sweet Clementine, his only child.
For now, at least.
None of them had figured out yet another baby was on the way. I’d expected Milo to have guessed, but so far, he’d said nothing. Knowing him, he knew, but had decided not to spoil the surprise. Which was fine by me.
Thank God this time I wasn’t puking every five minutes. It sure made life easier.
“So where are you taking me?” Landon purred in my ear, his hand slithering up my thigh.
“I think you mean us,” Dar grumbled from the front seat. “I’m not going anywhere, stronzo .”
“That’s OK, I don’t mind an audience. You might learn something,” Landon taunted as he brushed a teasing finger over my pussy. I shuddered with naked need. It had been a week since any of my husbands last fucked me. And a week was a very long time for a pregnant woman whose hormones were making her horny as fuck. “Is it wishful thinking or are your tits bigger?” he mused as he gazed down at my cleavage.
I decided it was better to distract him rather than break the news that yes, my tits were bigger. And would continue growing over the next few months if my last pregnancy was any indication.
“Maybe if you’re a good boy, you’ll find out soon,” I teased. He groaned and then complained as I pushed him away. “Not here. Be patient.”
Ten minutes later, the car pulled up outside our casino hotel. This was our flagship development, the one Cassian had spent months working on behind the scenes, while Kyril resolved all the many blockages that kept Cassian awake at night. Even though the development was completely legit, various corrupt members of the local planning department still expected financial compensation for signing off all the many, many permits needed to bring a project like this to fruition.
The whole thing reeked, but Cassian had done his best to smooth things over. And when diplomacy failed, Kyril stepped in. Funnily enough, the moment my unhinged husband explained how things would go, all the blockages miraculously vanished.
“I’m not in the mood for a game of poker,” Landon grumbled as Dar helped me out of the car.
“Not even strip poker?”
His eyes lit up. “Well… I could be persuaded…”
Dario rolled his eyes. “The last time we played strip poker, you ended up naked in three rounds. How is that a challenge?”
“The fact I got naked so quick meant I won,” Landon smirked. “Thea fucked me first, if I recall.”
I ignored the bickering and strode up to the reception desk.
“Is our suite ready?” Frank nodded and smiled as he handed me our keycard. “Everything’s as you requested, ma’am.”
“Thanks, Frank.”
We stepped into the private elevator. This one was only accessible with a security card and went straight up to the penthouse, opening into a private lobby.
“We’re in the pool!”
I kicked my shoes off and dashed outside to find my other three husbands waiting for me with champagne on ice and a selection of snacks.
“Get your sexy ass in here, kotenok ,” Kyril growled. I shrieked when he launched himself out of the water, grabbed me around the waist, and pulled me into his lap.
“This skirt is dry-clean only!” I shrieked.
“I’ll buy you a new one.” His hard mouth on mine silenced any further protests. Unsurprisingly, I no longer cared about him ruining my skirt. He was right. Buying a replacement wasn’t a big deal. Thanks to smart real estate deals and casino developments, we were rich beyond our wildest dreams.
“Where’s Clemmie?” Dario asked, looking around.
“Eden’s taken her to the spa and then they are going to watch the new Disney movie, the one voiced by Liam Hemsworth,” I said when Kyril finally released me.
“That sounds awful,” Milo commented from the reclining chair.
“Liam Hemsworth is my dream man, so not awful at all. I’d listen to him all night long.”
Landon pouted. “Hey! I thought I was your dream guy!”
“If you fetch me some ice cream, you’re definitely my favorite.”
“Deal.”
Landon hustled away while I stripped off my now wet clothes. The air felt balmy on my damp skin. Perfect weather for lounging in the small swimming pool on our secluded terrace. Tall ferns and privacy glass hid our activities from curious eyes.
Kyril had made sure of that when the plans were first drawn up. In his words, “Nobody gets to look at my naked wife except me.” I’d pointed out he wasn’t the only man who got to see me naked, but he’d ignored me. My other husbands didn’t count, apparently.
Five sets of lustful eyes tracked me as I slid my silk panties down my tanned thighs.
“Damn, wifey, I’m liking this surprise.” Landon placed a tub of my favorite cookie dough ice cream on the side of the pool and quickly stripped off his shirt and pants.
I licked my lips when his boxers dropped to the floor. Holy shit. The sight of his cut abs never failed to make me swoon. The guy was pretty as a smutty book cover model. And he knew it.
“Like what you see, wifey?” he smirked, squeezing his already hard dick.
“Not really, no. Please put your dick away before you make my eyes bleed,” Dario grumbled with a grimace.
“You’re just jealous because ho un pene più grande. ” Landon had been learning Italian, and from Dario’s murderous expression, he did not appreciate being told Lan thought his penis was bigger than Dar’s.
They were pretty evenly matched, but I decided it was safer to stay out of their stupid argument. There was a tub of ice cream with my name on it (literally, as writing my name on the tub was the only way to stop my bestie from stealing it).
“ Sei un stronzo ,” Dar spat.
“He is an asshole,” Milo agreed with a smirk. Aside from me and Dar, Milo was the only other one fluent in Italian. He, too, had been learning my native tongue. He said learning a new language helped him with his coding. I had no clue why, but I loved hearing him whisper dirty things in Italian while he fucked me.
“ Ti amo di più ,” I purred in Milo’s direction, blowing him a kiss.
“Hey! Not fair! I brought you the ice cream!” Landon bitched before climbing into the pool between me and Dar.
“Yeah, and then you ruined it by being a dick.” Dario smirked while Landon pouted. Cassian rolled his eyes.
“You’d think that after seven years, you two would have stopped fighting,” he said with a sigh.
Landon shrugged, resting one hand on my thigh and grinning.
“Never going to happen. There’s way too much unresolved sexual tension between us.”
Oh, for fuck’s sake . I’d arranged this afternoon so we could spend a few hours together, the six of us. We hardly ever got the chance to be together as a group. Cassian and Kyril were away more often than not, dealing with mafia business, and the business I’d set up kept me, Milo, and Dar busy, and also Landon when we had a sting organized.
From Dar’s look of fury and the violent threats he threw at Landon, I could tell things were about to get ugly. It was time to chuck a grenade into the mix.
I licked my spoon and pushed my ice cream to one side. Reluctantly, it had to be said. Frankly, a hot date with a cold tub of ice cream was beginning to look a lot more fun than dealing with a bunch of toddlers.
“Quiet!”
Landon and Dario paused in their argument and turned to face me. Cassian’s eyebrow quirked up and he half-smiled. Kyril and Milo both looked at me curiously.
“Something to say, sweet girl?” Cassian asked. His hazel eyes sparkled with amusement.
“Yes. I do as it happens.” I gathered my thoughts. The last time they found out I was pregnant, it was a complete shitshow. And I wasn’t even there. I really wanted this time to be better.
“So I have something to tell you guys,” I began.
Kyril’s large hand squeezed my leg encouragingly. He seemed remarkably relaxed. Maybe he’d already guessed?
“I’m, um, pregnant.”
Silence. Nothing but the sound of the wind and distant traffic noises.
Shit. Were they mad?
I scanned their faces. Cassian seemed surprised. Milo smirked. Yeah, he’d totally guessed already. The asshole . Landon… looked excited? Dario too. Kyril just stared at me, seeming…also excited.
“Which one of us is the father? It has to be me, right?” Landon sent a wave of water crashing over the side of the pool as he pulled me into his arms. “Wifey, I can’t wait to be a daddy again!”
“We won’t know who the father is until we do a paternity test,” Milo pointed out.
“Do we need to?” Dar asked. “It’s not like it matters who the bio dad is. I’ll love this baby, just like I love Clem.”
“It doesn’t matter, no, but maybe for the sake of health screening, we need to test at some point.” Cassian was the voice of reason, like always.
“I don’t care about that. The baby is mine.” I rolled my eyes at Landon’s statement. Of course he thought the baby was his.
For once, Dario ignored his bullshit.
“We can worry about it later. How far along are you?” he asked, his gaze dipping lower and lingering on my still-flat belly.
“About 12 weeks, give or take a week.”
“14 weeks, actually,” Milo corrected. I didn’t bother arguing. Milo knew my body better than me.
“I’m so happy,” Landon mumbled into my ear, holding me so tight I could hardly breathe. “I can’t wait to be a baby daddy again.”
Landon had been an amazing daddy when Clemmie was little. He’d done the lion’s share of the childcare, including night feeds. My husbands all adored our little girl, but she had a special bond with Landon, even though Kyril was her bio dad.
Kyril loved her too - they all did - but he was the firm one. The dad who took no shit when Clemmie whined and cajoled to get her own way.
It was just as well one of them refused to give into her emotional manipulation. God knows I fell for it every damn time.
“So you’re all OK about a new baby?” I cringed a little at the uncertainty in my voice. This was not the image of a strong, independent woman I liked to project these days. Yeah, I still had a few insecurities. I think there would always be a small part of me that struggled to believe my life was no longer a fight for survival.
The nightmares of my childhood and adolescence cast a long shadow. Even now. Despite the therapy sessions I’d attended religiously. And the ridiculous amount of journaling that Eden insisted on me doing.
It didn’t matter how often she told me journaling was good for my mental health. Writing my bullshit thoughts down on paper felt like a waste of time.
“Baby girl, of course we are OK.” Cassian’s soft words soothed me.
“ Kotenok , I look forward to seeing your body grow big and sexy all over again,” Kyril purred in my ear, his hand sliding higher.
I turned sideways. “Good, because pregnancy hormones have made me horny as fuck, and not one of you assholes has touched me in seven days!” I pushed my lower lip out and pouted. “So it’s about time you lot started taking better care of your wife.”
Kyril growled. “I will always take care of my kitten!” I squeaked as he lifted me and sat me astride his thick thighs, my back to his chest. When his massive hands slid up my ribs and found my breasts, I shivered with anticipation.
“I think it’s time we reminded our wife exactly how much we want her,” he told the others. There was a murmur of agreement, and they all turned to look at me with lust in their eyes.
Damn. It looked like my dry spell was about to come to an abrupt end.