Epilogue
EPILOGUE
ANNA
F our months later
Winter break. Finally. I thought the semester would never end. I’m exhausted and not just because of my grueling course schedule. In hindsight, doubling down on classes wasn’t the best idea. Especially once we found out I was pregnant. Morning sickness and raging hormones zap my energy, and I’ve been struggling to stay awake through my afternoon classes. Still, as long as I do well on my final exams, my 4.0 GPA will remain intact. I promised Mark and Jax to cut back in the spring and take more courses online instead of on campus. They didn’t have to twist my arm too hard. As excited as I am to earn my degree and become a teacher, I’m more excited to become a mom. I want to enjoy my pregnancy and the baby when he or she makes their debut in the world. Juggling school and motherhood won’t be easy, but I know I can do it.
And I’ll do it on my timeline, on my terms.
Mom’s cancer is in remission again, thanks to her amazing doctors and the experimental treatments we could finally afford without insurance, courtesy of Mark and Jax. They paid for everything, including her outstanding debts to the hospital and oncologists back home. The guest house is finished, and she’s been busy putting her shine on things; her eclectic flare showing in each throw pillow she piles on the couch and print she frames and hangs on the wall. She’s not surviving. She’s thriving in the life Mark and Jax have made for her here, and I couldn’t be more grateful for them making sure their baby has a grandmother to love and cherish them as much as we will.
“Hey, babe.” Jax pads barefoot into the living room, his pajama pants slung low on his hips, a welcome distraction from the economics book I’m slogging through as I study for my next exam. “Come check this out.”
He takes my hand in his and tugs me from the nest of blankets I’ve made on the couch, and leads me up to the nursery, where he and Mark have been assembling the crib with an excessive and hilarious amount of curse words.
The room is done up in soft neutrals. It’s too early in the pregnancy to determine the sex, but we want it to be a surprise, anyway. In the center of the room is the mahogany sleigh crib I picked out with a moon and star mobile hanging above it.
“What do you think?” Mark watches me from the matching rocking chair in the corner of the room.
“I love it. It’s perfect,” I tell them, with a watery smile, my eyes brimming with tears. “Just like the two of you.”
“Perfect, huh?” Mark plants his feet and pushes himself out of the rocker. “Does that mean we get rewarded for doing such a good job?”
“A reward, hmm?” I tap my finger against my lips. “I’m sure I can come up with something.”
Jax moves up behind me, pressing his erection against my ass as he sandwiches me between him and Mark. “I’ve already come up with something.”
“I can tell.” I let out a breathy chuckle, followed by a moan as he slides his hand between us, over my breast, and pinches my hardened nipple between his fingers.
We move to our bedroom, where they take their sweet time removing my clothes, trailing kisses over every inch of skin they expose.
Jax slips his hand between my legs, delving two fingers between my slick folds. “Always so wet for us, baby.”
I’d blame the hormones, but that would be a lie. I’ve always been wet and ready for them, since that first day when they rescued me. They claimed my virginity and claimed my heart in the process.
Jax lays back on the bed, his heated gaze locked on mine as he rubs his hand along his hardened shaft. “Straddle me, Anna. I want you to bury my dick in your sweet heat.”
I do as I’m told. I always do as I’m told, like the good girl that I am. Their good girl.
“We’re going to try something new, baby.” Mark splays his hand against my back, pressing me down onto Jax’s chest and kneels on the bed. “Don’t move.”
Mark goes to get something from the bathroom before quickly returning. I hear him opening something, then feel him pouring lube over the crack of my ass.
He nudges Jax’s legs apart and kneels between them as he grabs my hips and inches my ass back and up at a different angle, eliciting a groan from both me and Jax.
I gasp when I feel the tip of Mark’s cock press against my pleated hole.
“Just relax, baby. I promise you’ll enjoy it.” He rubs the head of his cock along my ass and presses the tip in, easing it past the twinge of pain until it’s a delicious pressure. “Oh, fuck, yes. That’s it, you’re taking my cock in your tight little ass like a good girl.”
“Fuck.” Jax hisses when my pussy clenches around his dick. He rocks his hips, plunging himself deeper inside me. His hands grip my hips, pinning me in place.
“Oh, god, yes.” I’m so full, already on the edge, ready to explode with just the sensation of both of them inside me this way.
Mark moves, slow and easy, sliding in and out in a steady rhythm that Jax matches. They converge in my body with each thrust. It’s too much and not enough. Every nerve in my body is on fire. I’m ready to explode.
“Yes. God, don’t stop. I’m so close.” I’m begging, pleading to come. They love it when I do, love to hear their names on my lips when I am desperate for release.
“You want to come with Mark’s dick in your ass, fucking that tight hole while my dick is buried in your sweet pussy?” Jax’s words are all it takes to push me over the edge and into a blissful abyss.
And they’re right behind me, ropes of their cum filling me as they follow me into euphoria.
They’re mine and I’m theirs.
Always.