Epilogue
Enzo
One Year Later
Watching my wife lie in the sun, her bare skin golden as she soaks up the warmth, my heart flip flops in my chest. God, but I love that woman. Even from my approach out of the water towards her, I can see her rings glinting in the sun. Three of them, one for each of her husbands,
Her hand moves, coming to her stomach, her hand scooping warm salty water over herself. Stopping a few feet from her, I stare down at her until my shadow makes her smile. I grin too because she’s so fucking cute.
“Always protecting me somehow, aren’t you daddy?”
Grunting at her, I drop down on the sand beside her, bringing her left hand to my lips. “That’s my job, babydoll, I am a bodyguard for one client—one sweet, perfect, good girl body.”
Sighing as I press kisses over her hot skin, she bends her knee up, knowing my hand is going to go between her thighs. Of course, I am going to touch her when she is lying out here bare. We have told her not to tempt us, but she lives to do just that.
“I love you laying in the sunshine,” I whisper against her breast, sucking noisily at her budded nipple.
“I love you in the dark,” she shoots back, arching beneath my mouth. I smile against her skin as I start rubbing my fingers over her needy spot, watching how her skin turns pink from my touch—not the sun.
We’ve been on our second honeymoon for almost a week Not that every single day in our home is not like a honeymoon. We still never get enough of each other. Tomas and Mateo can’t keep their hands off of her, me or each other, but we all love it this way.
It has been the best two years of my life. Finding Luna was akin to finding a lost part of myself. Whatever I was missing before her, before Mateo and Tomas, it has been replaced. Memories of our days laughing or even crying together, nights of lovemaking and secrets whispered in the quiet, it has taken up all the emptiness.
Luna gets spoiled by her husbands, even if she has long ago told us to stop. There was never any stopping it. Because we know she loves it. She loves finding new plushies in her bed or diamond earrings on her pillow. She loves days full of orgasms from each of us or nights laughing together over terrible science fiction movies.
“I love you, babydoll,” I whisper as I drag her down the sand until the waves crash over us.
“I love you, daddy,” she hums, moaning as I thrust inside of her, the water rocking our bodies.
As I take her in the sand, our bodies wet, our cries loud against the waves, I smile. Tipping my head back, I open my mouth to take Tomas in past my lips. Mateo is on the other side, pushing himself inside her mouth.
We will make love a dozen ways under the sun. Living out our blissful honeymoon until the sun goes down. Then we will lie beneath the island moon and talk and laugh and love one another until we can do it all again.
Luna
Being loved is the best gift I have ever been given.
Lying in the warm sand, I am trembling with pleasure beneath the heat. Enzo is over me, thrusting into me in a slow, deep rhythm, his mouth grunting even as he wraps it around Tomas. I turn my head with a smile as I feel Mateo pushing at my mouth.
I am here to please them, to make them feel good, to give back even a modicum of what they have given me. I cry out in pleasure as they take me, as they touch me, as they tease me. I have known pleasure with my three husbands that is bigger and better than any dream could ever be.
I was such a mess before them. Well, now I am a different kind of mess. I still stumble over my own feet, drop just about anything that is put in my hands, and I have injured each of them during lovemaking at least once. Now I am just a different sort of mess, I suppose.
“Yes, yes, please,” I cry out as Enzo moves harder, my mouth closing back over Mateo before he can punish me.
Punishment is my very favorite thing. I am a good girl almost all of the time. We still play good girl games. But sometimes I misbehave on purpose. If Enzo spanks me or uses my mouth for hours or Mateo ties me up and eats me until I ache, or Tomas uses a riding crop on my backside while he’s buried down my throat, I don’t consider it punishment at all.
We make love of all kinds. Sometimes it is just me and Enzo, as I share the bed with him most often. I spend nights with Mateo too, sometimes without either of us sleeping a wink. Sometimes Tomas and I get carried away while we’re baking cookies. Other times we’re all together in the hot tub or sweating and filthy in the huge bed we share.
Those rules they set our night at Club Sin still stand. I have to use my words. I have to call them daddy. Most importantly—my pleasure comes first. Even if they have control, even if they set a hundred more rules for me to be a good girl and follow, they always take care of me first.
Moaning as I start to come, I swallow harder, sucking Mateo deeper into my throat. My skin is on fire, and I am shaking with pleasure. Mateo stops, jerkin in my mouth as he comes, setting off a domino effect. With a grunt, Enzo comes inside of me, his mouth closing tighter around Tomas. I come as all three of them shudder around me, their moans throaty and hot.
“Yes, yes, I love you. I love you….” I shout as I collapse on the sand.
Each of my husbands takes my left hand, kissing it gently before they drag me into the water. We frolic and play in the water until the sun starts to fade in the skies. Tomas will cook us fresh fish they caught, and Enzo will rub my pink skin down with creams to protect me. Mateo will tend to all of us before we spend one more night in paradise.
If you ask me, every single day with them is another day in paradise.
Tomas
Love can be a greedy thing and I don’t mind saying I am greedy as hell.
Mateo is the great love of my life, the man who saved me, the man who helped build who I am now. Enzo is my best friend and the second great love of my life. He has made me stronger, made me more patient and I couldn’t be without him. Luna is without a doubt the third great love of my life, who is so sweet, so giving that I wonder how the world deserves her.
Sometimes, that order changes for me. Some days I want to be with just Luna, talking about art, talking about dinosaurs and weird stuff no one else gets. Others, I want to cuddle up to no one else but Enzo and feel safe and laugh harder than I do with anyone else. But most days, I want Mateo, our leader, our beacon and I am so grateful he loves us.
“I love you, beautiful,” I whisper to Luna as she snuggles back against me, chewing at the fresh halibut we just had for dinner. We cook together most nights—I just have to keep our mess of a girl far from knives or fire.
“I love you too, baby,” she husks back, kissing me softly.
Mateo smiles over at us, and she softens, bending over me to kiss him, before she tells me to take his kiss next. Luna always puts us first. The three of us are her focus, what she gives her all too. We’ve been married for two years and we’re going to make it two hundred more if I can help it.
“I love you, handsome,” she purrs up at Mateo, brushing her fingers through his dark beard.
“Love you too, sweetheart. Tell your other husband how much you love him,” he nods his head at Enzo who is pouting at us,
Mateo and I have something very special and rare. We often felt guilty about it before, because it’s not more or less than how we love Enzo. Just differently. Once he found Luna, it clicked for him. Because Mateo and I love the shit out of Luna—he just loves her differently.
Crawling across the sunken couches, slithering over his lap to fuse her mouth to his. They’re beautiful together. So, fucking awesome to watch. He cradles her face and stares at her, and I can feel that love way over here. He adores her. Not more or less than he loves us. Differently.
We got the best of it all, and it doesn’t matter how different it might be from day to day. All that matters is we won’t ever stop loving each other.
Mateo
Our lives together is a long ass celebration.
There are no threats to look out for. No hazard that could derail what we have with one another. Very few people accept it. Few even understand it. No one else needs to understand or accept it. Once we accepted that we were it for one another, our lives got very, very good.
Luna is the sweetest little wife a man could ask for. She changes how she talks, how she moves, even how she behaves to suit each of us. She is still always her, always the bold, beautiful woman we fell in love with. It is just proof of what we’ve said from the start: she was made for us.
It took some time to get her to trust us. To trust that we loved her so fast. Truth be told, we loved her within moments of meeting her, we just couldn’t believe it either. Our first night together at Club Sin sealed our fate, just as I suspected. Luna was the missing part of us we had been hoping for all this time,
“You’re so sweet,” I whisper to Tomas as I watch our husband and wife kiss like horny teenagers. What they have burns hot and constant. It is an eternal flame, just like what I have with Tomas. “You know when he needs her. He loves her so much. I love her so much. I love you so much, sweet boy,” I move the words across his mouth before we start making out like some horny teenagers ourselves.
Before things go too far, I recall that we have something to talk about. Something only one of us is certain of. Jerking my head, I call Luna and Enzo over. They obey as they all do when I ask something of them. All this time later they still understand my need to take the lead, to take control.
They snuggle in with us after pressing soft, sweet kisses to my mouth and Tomas’ too. “Our little moon has something to tell us. Don’t you, sweetheart?”
Luna does her adorable little confused face. “No, daddy, I don’t think so. Have I done something bad?” she asks with that cute pout of hers.
“No, sweetheart. You’ve done something very good. Don’t you know? You do, don’t you?”
Pressing my palm to her belly as she lays between Enzo and I, I smile softly. Her beautiful eyes go big as saucers. Her hand flies down to cover mine. Then her eyes shimmer with tears as a huge smile overtakes her face. My heart swells inside my chest because I was right.
“Y…yes, yes, I do. I’m…I’m pregnant. We’re going to have babies,” she sobs the words, her beautiful face glowing with love.
Before we ever got to the little island we rented for our second honeymoon, I knew. Besides knowing about my sweet girl’s body, and noticing how her soft tits have grown, her soft belly has rounded, I just knew. Plus, I took a test without her knowing it two weeks ago.
“Holy shit. Holy…no way. Babies?”
“Well…most likely just one, baby,” I grin at an excited Tomas.
“Could be babies, plural,” Enzo decides. “My father was a twin.”
For a moment, we all talk at once—though we never say a word. We’ve long ago mastered talking without words. Luna was very determined to share this with us, and she was natural. We’re not talking, really, but our eyes say a thousand words in just a moment.
“Doesn’t matter if it is one, two, five,” Tomas whispers, his eyes flicking to mine. “Luna made us whole. Now she is making us a family.”
We talk until we’ve run out of words. Baby names, how far along we think she is, who might be the father, and if they will look more like her or one of their daddies. It is late when our little moon passes out snuggled between us. It is a beautiful night out so we stay out in the cabana under the stars, talking until we can’t.
We started in room one-twenty-eight…and now we’re starting over again in cabana one-thirty-eight.