Epilogue
BELLAMY
SIX MONTHS LATER
I rolled over, my arm smacking into a solid body, and my lips instantly curved up. I let my fingers slide over every muscle, testing the skin under my fingertips. Mercer. I opened my eyes, catching his blue eyes. Guessing who was lying with me without looking had become one of my favorite hobbies. I knew them, knew each of them like they were an extension of me.
"What time is it?" I mumbled as I snuggled into him.
"Almost ten."
I jumped up, nearly tripping as the sheet wrapped around my ankle. Mercer's hand shot out, steadying me. "It's fine, baby."
"No. It was my turn to get up with her this morning." I looked around, searching for a shirt.
"Baby," Mercer cooed. "You have three of us. You know we wouldn't really hold you to that bet. Plus, we kept you up late."
They did, and I loved every second. Just the thought had my body aching deliciously and my thighs squeezing together with want. "Still. I'm not a wimp. I can take my punishment. I lost a bet. Now I need to pay up."
"You've paid up with your mouth on my cock last night. Let them have her. You know they always fight over who takes care of her in the mornings, anyway."
Another truth. My men could not get enough of our daughter. In fact, it was an obsession. The poor girl was going to have a rough time when teenage years hit because there was no way she'd be let out of their sight. Fatherhood had taken to these men well, and each time I saw her in one of their arms, I melted a little inside.
I leaned over, kissing Mercer, letting his tongue slide over my lips until I was nearly a gooey puddle at his feet. Then I pulled back, tapping my palm against his cheeks. "Get up. I'm hungry."
"I could f?—"
I cut him off. "For food, Merc. I want food. Not dick."
He rolled his eyes like a child not getting his way. "Fine. I heard Mimi was cooking this morning, anyway."
Internally, I did a happy dance. I loved when she cooked. Was it the healthiest? No. But it tasted too damn good, and the boys didn't seem to mind the few pounds her cooking had added to my waist. Mimi had moved in here after the fire, and after…
I didn't like to talk about it and usually avoided the topic. I guess the horror of almost dying does that to a gal. But I was grateful she came here and never left because it gifted little Rosie the best of grandmas, even if Mimi was forced to lose everything in a scheme of revenge.
Clothed, against Mercer's wishes, we found everyone sitting at the table, chatting and talking over a plate of fresh fried donuts, home fries, eggs, and bacon. Off to the side, there was a bowl of fruit that I knew Ace cut up to add a little balance to the meal. Instantly, I was pulled to Adam, kissing him on the cheek in greeting before doing the same to Ace and Rosie.
"I see my girl has already run the house this morning." I pinched her cheek, and she giggled, gifting us with the sweetest sound in the world. When I reached to take her, Ace's fingers tightened on her little body. I held my hands up in surrender and pulled up a chair, before taking a plate Adam had filled for me.
They were obsessed with this girl. In fact, even as her mother, they made it impossible for me to get some affection when none of them ever wanted to share her. Never in my life would I have thought they could be brought to their knees, yet here they were, complete suckers at the whim of a child.
The door slammed in the living room, and Mercer winced. "Here we go again."
"Stop that," I hissed.
"She's insufferable." Adam leaned back in the chair.
"Save a guy's life once and he never appreciates you again," Hannah said as she burst into the room. "Boys. Ma'ams. Little lady. Fur lady."
I grinned as my men all groaned, then I offered Hannah a piece of my donut. "As a reminder, today is a girls' day. Max and Drew will trail us."
"Lucky them," Ace mumbled before shoving some strawberries into his mouth.
"Could be worse," Max confirmed, but I didn't miss the affection in his eyes as he watched my best friend. Apparently, my men weren't the only ones who were obsessed.
"Belle. I'd like a private word with you before you go," Adam barked, standing.
"Oh, girl. You're in trouble now."
I stood slowly, sticking my tongue out at my friend as I followed my husband to his office. He was silent, his back straight as he walked, and I wondered if I really was in trouble. I didn't misbehave, at least today. But there had been the occasion where I had to face his wrath for going against orders. Though I couldn’t deny wishing to misbehave more often just for additional pieces of that wrath.
He pushed open the office door, holding it open for me to walk in. I stepped into the room, stopping in the middle, and tried not to squirm with the weight of his silence. When the silence became too much to bear, I finally asked, "What is it we need to discuss?"
His eyes roamed over me, heavy with yearning. "Those shorts, for one."
I looked down at the denim. "You don't like them?"
"No." My teeth dug into my bottom lip at his confession until he added, "I love them. Too much."
"I don't understand," I admitted. He either loved or hated them, but neither should cause me to feel like a schoolgirl caught sneaking out.
"I love them so much that I couldn't wait for you to come home this evening. So much so that I hate the thought of you leaving the house just for others' eyes to be on those thighs that are mine. Flaunting what's mine to others is a punishable offense, love. Haven't you learned that by now?"
I fought the smile that wanted to tug on my lips. I may have been delayed, but I knew what it was all about now. "My apologies, husband. My betrayal was uncalled for."
"You think you're funny, don't you?" He circled my body as I stood still, hands clasped.
This time, the urge to smirk won, and my lips tilted up in amusement. "A little."
"On your knees," he ordered, and in an instant, I dropped to the floor. His rug was rough against my bare skin as I knelt before him. His fingers gripped my hair as he tilted my head back. "Such pretty lips you have. They would look amazing wrapped around my cock."
"Is that an order?"
"Only a suggestion," he purred, but I knew just how sweet his suggestions could be, just how hard the reward could be if I followed him to whatever depth he would take me. My fingers went to his belt, releasing the buckle before unzipping his pants. His cock sprung free. It appeared Adam opted out of underwear this morning, and I couldn't be more thankful.
I wrapped my fingers around the girth of his dick. "Any other suggestions?"
He closed his eyes as my palm stroked him. "I want to watch you play with your pussy as you suck me off."
With my free hand, I flicked the button of my shorts, opening them up so I could fit my hand inside. "Anything else?"
His eyes were blazing fire as he watched my hand disappear. "Less talking."
God, I loved this man. I loved them all.
I leaned forward, flicking the tip of his dick with my tongue, causing his fingers to flex in my hair as a rumble left his chest. I did it again until I was sure he would pull out my hair with his grip before I opened my mouth wide and sucked him in. It had taken me a few tries, but now I knew exactly what my men liked. Each one of them was so different in their needs, and I loved weakening them.
He cleared his throat, his chest heaving as he spoke, even though it was a struggle. "Rosie is six months old." I hummed with him in my mouth, acknowledging his statement, and he cursed before continuing, "We've been discussing it, and we're ready for another."
We've. As in him, Mercer, and Ace. I popped his cock out of my mouth. "Discussing it without me?"
His palm pushed my head back down onto him, forcing himself down my throat so deep that I gagged. "We're discussing it now." This was hardly a discussion, but I couldn't very well say that when he was buried so far down my throat that all I could do was breathe through my nose as drool trailed down my chin.
The door clicked closed, and somehow, I had missed Ace and Mercer opening it and slipping in. Ace was the first to talk. "She looks gorgeous on her knees."
"She's gorgeous off her knees, too," Mercer added. "But back to the topic at hand, another. Since you're not saying anything about it, we'll take that as your approval."
I tried to open wider to speak, and Adam only pushed harder against my mouth. Fuckers knew what they were doing. They always got what they wanted and regarding this, I couldn’t say I was mad about it but fuck, I'd like to speak too.
Ace stepped up next to me, taking over Adam's grip in my hair before he pulled me off Adam's cock. I only had time to breathe in before Ace took Adam's place. Ace dragged me up, not breaking contact, until he was leaning against Adam's desk and I was hunched over him. I let my cheeks hollow, enjoying every second of tasting these men.
Fingers linked into the denim of my shorts, forcing them down the curve of my ass, before a hand grabbed my wrist that was inside my shorts. I glanced up, seeing Mercer as he put my slick hand on his cock, forcing me to rub against the soft skin. Which meant Adam was behind me, his fingers running through my slit as he positioned my ass in the air how he liked.
"We've decided that today is the day we'll start trying for a sibling," he declared, before his hips jutted forward, impaling me on his length. I gasped, choking on the tip of Ace's dick.
"Come on, baby. You can take more of my dick in your mouth," Ace cooed before his finger rubbed gently against my chin. It hooked against my bottom lip and he forced his finger inside my mouth with his cock, forcing my mouth wider so I could fit more of him.
My hand worked Mercer, my mouth suctioned Ace, while my greedy cunt clung to the length of Adam, begging and weeping for him. This was what they reduced me to. A slobbery, wet mess of lust, and I didn't regret a single second of it. With each pump of Adam's hips, my body jolted forward, my throat taking Ace.
"So fucking good," Ace hissed.
"She was made for us," Mercer agreed as my fingers squeezed him.
Adam's hand ran up my spine, massaging my skin under my skirt. "I'm going to fill you until you're dripping with my cum. Then I'm going to send you on your way shopping with your friend, wet and soaked from our shared pleasures. Do you want that?"
I moaned around Ace, and he looked at Adam. "Finish her. I can't hold off much longer."
"Weak," Mercer teased, but my fingers grabbed his balls, squeezing them in the way I knew drove him wild, and he was eating his words as he gritted out a curse.
My body rocked forward as Adam's hips picked up speed, my back warm with his chest pressed against me, and when his arm wrapped around me, his fingers finding my clit, I nearly died instantly. Pleasure flooded me as I gasped for air, bucking back into him as he rubbed fast circles.
In no time, I was lost, my orgasm taking hold, coursing through my body, setting every nerve into an electric fire, as Ace's cum filled my throat. I gasped, choking, trying to get air in my lungs, while Mercer's cum streamed over my skin. Behind me, Adam grunted as my pussy squeezed his cock, refusing to relinquish its hold. He pulled back and slammed in one more time before his cock swelled inside of me and his chest rumbled with pleasure.
We were caught in a web together, our pleasures mixed, feeding each other, heightening the bliss until finally, we crashed down, our bodies crumbling into a pile of limbs on the office floor. My head was on Mercer's heaving chest, my leg somehow under Adam's body, as my arm flung over Ace. It was crazy to think that at one time, they were strangers. How could that be possible when it felt like we'd belonged to each other our whole lives?
Would I have willingly said I do? A hundred yeses.
Their pasts didn’t matter to me; all that mattered was their presents. They could be awful men. In fact, they still carried the name of the beasts, but to me, they were the kindest, gentlest, most loving souls that graced this planet, and I wasn't sure how I got here, with three men loving me, but damn if I wasn't the luckiest woman alive.
"So what do you say?" Adam finally asked when he could breathe again.
"About?" My voice was weak from exhaustion.
"Extending our family," Mercer clarified for his friend.
"You ask as if you didn't just coat my insides with your baby batter." I wiggled my foot, half kicking Adam.
He laughed, not showing an ounce of shame. "It's a formality. You know men like us; we do what we want, take what is ours."
Wasn't that the truth? If they hadn't taken me at the altar of my wedding, my life could have been so different. So awful I couldn't bear to think about it. I was thankful every day for this life, earned or taken. It was mine, and I refused to return it.
"Ah. A formality." I tapped my chin as if I was thinking about their offer. "And if I refuse and reject the request, formality aside, of course?"
"Then I guess we'll lock and chain you in the basement," Mercer answered, completely serious.
"You wouldn't," I scoffed.
"We would," Ace agreed with Mercer. "I think you underestimate our desire to get what we want."
"And what exactly is it you want again?" I giggled. "A slave in chains?"
"No," Adam answered, his face completely serious. "We want you. We want a family. We want a happily ever after."
My heart stopped beating for a moment, unsure on how to answer him because I wanted a family with them. All of them. I wanted a happily ever after more than I wanted to take my next breath. My hand reached out, my palm cupping his cheek. "Well, then I guess it's settled."
"Oh?" His eyes searched my face.
"Because I want you, too." I bit my lip, letting mischief dance in my eyes before speaking again. "And these two, they are the bonus."