Epilogue
CHARLI
“Hey, hey, sit down,” Callum insists as I try to get to my feet and head through to the kitchen. “You’re pregnant. Don’t you remember?”
I grin at him, shaking my head.
“Oh, yeah, I remember,” I tease. “I don’t think any of you are going to let me forget…”
“It’s our job to take care of you now,” Dax replies, grabbing the plate out of my hands and heading through to drop it in the sink. “How are you feeling now, anyway? Better than before?”
“Much better.”
It’s the truth—my mood has improved a whole lot since we got back from the doctor, though I’m still trying to make sense of the ridiculously huge news he hit us with.
I’m pregnant.
Pregnant. With child. As in, in just a few months time, I’m going to be bringing a new life into this world, alongside the three men who are going to be their father.
It’s the strangest thought, but not an unwelcome one, not at all. Before everything that happened with James, I often thought about having a family of my own, but when we got together, I couldn’t stand the thought of involving a little one in the nightmare that he put me through—it just didn’t seem fair. No matter how much I craved a family of my own, I couldn’t expect a child to live in that hell with me.
But here, now? It’s different. These three have given me freedom I didn’t even know was possible, and I’m certain they’ll do the same for our little one too. It’s not exactly how I pictured my family turning out, but sometimes it’s the stuff you least expect that makes the most sense.
When we got home, Chuck cooked dinner for us, and we all sat down to talk about how we’re going to handle this—what needs to be done to make this place safe for a kid, how we’re going to manage raising them, what we’re going to do for hospital appointments and schools and everything like that.
Of course, I’m certain there’s still so much we haven’t thought about, so much that none of us could even have imagined, but we’re well on our way to getting there. And we have a few months yet before we have to make any big decisions. The biggest one, as far as I’m concerned, has already been made—we’re keeping this baby. We’re going to raise it together, as a unit. And I know I wouldn’t have it any other way.
Chuck emerges from the kitchen and sinks down onto the seat next to me, draping his arm along the back of the chair and pulling me close.
“I can’t believe we’re doing this,” I admit, biting my lip as I look up at him. Dax and Callum are sipping on whiskey in the seats opposite us. The fire is crackling in the hearth, the warm weather having given way to a chill tonight. It’s so perfectly cozy in the cabin, I could almost doze off right here on the couch, if I wasn’t so excited about what I just found out.
“I can,” Callum replies, simply. “Ever since I met you, I always thought you would be an amazing mom.”
I turn to him, raising my eyebrows. “Really?”
“Oh, yeah,” he replies, grinning. “You were so sweet, and so patient. So kind. I knew any kid would be lucky to have you as a mother.”
“You’re too cute,” I tell him, shaking my head.
“Well, I thought you would be a good mother,” he muses, “and that you would look so fucking hot barefoot and pregnant in the kitchen.”
I laugh, feeling my cheeks grow a little hotter.
“Hey, that’s very old-fashioned of you.”
“Hmm, yeah,” Chuck agrees, his fingers trailing up the side of my neck. “But he’s right. You will.”
Dax lets out a groan from beside me, as though the very thought of it is enough to turn him on. “Hell, yes, you will,” he agrees, rising to his feet and then dropping down on the floor below me. He reaches for my bare feet, guiding them onto his lap and beginning to massage them. I let out a groan, my head sinking back with satisfaction at the sensation of his thumbs kneading into my soles.
“Yeah, I can just imagine it,” Callum remarks as he comes over to join me, sitting next to me on the couch. His hand slides to my leg, and he starts to inch up my skirt, going slow, until he reveals the soft white cotton panties I’m wearing underneath. I can already see Chuck starting to grow hard out of the corner of my eye. I know how much it turns him on, seeing me lavished with attention like this, and honestly, who could ever say no to this kind of pampering…?
“You all pregnant and glowing,” Callum continues as he slips his hand into the front of my panties. “Ready to burst…”
Chuck groans softly, and Dax leans down to brush his lips along the top of my feet. A start of pleasure shudders from my soles to the spot where Callum is touching me, his fingers circling around my clit slowly.
“Come here,” Chuck murmurs, and he reaches across and pulls me into his lap. I can feel the pressure of his cock against me, even through his pants, as Callum’s fingers continue to move against my clit, Dax still rubbing my feet slowly.
Chuck unzips his pants and pulls himself into his hand. Hooking my panties to the side, he presses himself at my entrance and pulls me down on top of him. I let out a long groan of pleasure. It’s not the first time I’ve been with all of the guys at once, but there’s something so intimate about the way we’re doing it now, knowing the future we have together, knowing that everything is finally falling into place with us.
Chuck pushes me down on top of his cock hard, moving all the way to the hilt inside of me. Callum slides his hands up toward my breasts, pulling down the top of my dress so he can trail his tongue around my nipples, drawing them each into his mouth, one at a time.
My eyes flicker open for long enough to see that Dax has started to stroke himself as he rubs my feet, hands running along my legs. His gaze is fixed on the way Chuck is pushed inside of me, his cock stirring in deep motions as he holds me on his lap.
“Fuck, you look so good like that,” Dax growls, and he leans down to skim his tongue along the inside of my calf, toward my thigh. My entire body shudders with pleasure, my chest rising and falling against Callum’s mouth as he slides his hands up over my breasts, massaging them as his teeth nick at my nipples for a moment.
I grab his head and pull it up toward mine as Chuck begins to move me up and down, up and down on top of his cock. The men find this motion with me, a pattern, a pace, that has me utterly lost to these sensations before I know what’s even happening. Dax sinks his teeth into my thigh, just lightly, but the start of pain jolts through me, only adding to the pleasure.
And all at once, I know that this is not enough—it’s not enough to have one of them inside of me. I need more. I need as much as I can get. I need everything that they’re willing to give me, and I’m not going to settle for less.
I move my hand into Callum’s lap as we kiss, and then break way, staring down at Dax.
“Come here,” I murmur to him, my voice taking on a low, throaty quality that surprises even me. I sound so…seductive. As though they’ve unlocked a part of me that nobody has before. A part that can be totally and utterly free, a part that doesn’t have to second-guess or worry or doubt about how things are going to go—a part that can just let loose and focus on what she wants, what she needs, rather than just staying safe.
He seems to know exactly what I’m talking about before I even have a chance to explain. Chuck is grinding himself into me as I pull Callum’s cock from his pants, stroking him a few times and taking in the expression on his face as he watches me. I love the way he stares at me when he’s turned-on, as though he can’t believe that this is really happening, that he got so lucky as to be with someone like me.
Soon, Dax arrives just behind me, and I rub my hand over his hard-on. Gazing up at him, my lips slightly parted, I silently tell him just what it is I want, and he gives it to me. Unzipping his pants, he unveils his perfect cock, and I close my eyes and part my lips as he guides it toward my mouth, letting it slip onto my tongue and into me.
In that moment, the pleasure is so intense that it grows into a kind of euphoria within me. Chuck stills himself inside me, holding himself steady as my slit spreads to take him, and I swirl my tongue around the head of Dax’s cock, tasting him against my lips, the salty sweetness of his pre-cum. And Callum thrusts himself into my hand, his erection throbbing between my fingers. In that instant, I have all of them right where I want them—all these men, these men who I adore so much, giving me everything I could have ever asked for. Giving me pleasure, giving me safety, giving me the chance to be part of their family—a chance to be loved by them, completely, in every way I could want.
And with that, they begin to move once more. Chuck starts to push up into me harder than before, holding my hips a few inches above his cock and thrusting into me, deep and slow. Callum is watching me, his eyes pinned to mine as I take Dax’s cock into my mouth, running my tongue around his thick tip before I engulf a few more inches between my lips. And I can feel it, building inside of me, the pleasure that I can’t hold back—it might be the pregnancy hormones, or it might be the connection I suddenly feel to these men, but I can’t deny it.
I moan around Dax’s cock, my hand moving with a little more purpose against Callum’s erection, as I feel Chuck start to tense beneath me—I can tell he’s getting close, and I want to feel him go over the edge inside of me. No, more than that, I crave it. I crave it from all of them. I want to bring them the pleasure that they’ve brought me, over and over again. I want to show them that they have made the right choice, being with me, choosing to let me stay here with them and become part of their family.
I take a few more inches of Dax’s cock into my mouth, and when I open my eyes to look up at him, he groans loudly, his hand coming to the back of my head to hold me in place, and he reaches his release inside my mouth. I feel his cock twitch in the moment before he comes, and the low, guttural curses he lets out send a shiver of excitement through my body.
And that’s all it seems to take to get Callum over the edge too. I hear him sigh with relief as he comes in my hand, the ropes of his seed on my fingertips, showing me, viscerally, just how much he gets off on this.
With one last thrust into me, Chuck finds his own orgasm, buried deep within my pussy. And it’s that sensation that takes me over the edge, the sensation of him filling me with his seed. I might not know which one of them actually got me pregnant, but I know it doesn’t matter. I knew I have shared this intimacy with all of them, and this intimacy is going to take us so much further than we could have ever imagined.
My pussy pulsates around Chuck’s cock, my hand falling onto Callum’s lap as Dax draws back from my mouth and lets me catch my breath. A grin spreads over my face as I sink against Chuck, who is breathing hard, his chest rising and falling against me as he puts his arms around me. I can still feel him twitching within me, apparently in no rush to pull back and have this be over quite yet.
And as I lie there between the three of them, I feel a surge of adoration that all but consumes me. These men have changed so much for me. When I crashed my car a few hundred yards from their home, I could never have imagined the joy, the happiness, the safety and security it would bring me.
But it has. It has. And now I get to build a future with them too. As I lift myself off of Chuck and tuck my dress beneath me, sinking into his lap, I gaze up at the three of them.
“I love you,” I whisper, my voice still a little shaky from the intensity of my orgasm. It’s not the first time I’ve said it to them, of course, but it’s the first time I’ve said it to all three of them at once. Now feels like the perfect time—there’s no point pretending that we don’t all feel it, not with the baby on the way.
“I love you too,” Chuck murmurs, the first to reply, as he presses a kiss against my cheek.
“I’ve loved you for years,” Callum adds, his hand resting on my belly, head leaning on the couch—a little color to his cheeks to show he’s just gotten off.
“And I love you too, baby,” Dax tells me, sinking down next to the couch and brushing his lips across my temple. “More than you’ll ever know.”
I close my eyes, letting those words drift around me happily. I don’t ever want to forget how this feels, their presence, their adoration, their love, all aimed at me.
And as long as I have them by my side, I know I’ll never have to. This baby has confirmed it—they’re in this for life.
And I can’t think of any life I’d rather live than one with the three of them.
The End
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