Epilogue Two
EVE
For some reason—and I would rather eat raw squid than admit this to anyone—when I stood there staring at the enormous bed, our bed, I was suddenly nervous. This was a huge step for us, and I’d been the one pushing it off because I was scared.
Not scared about the physical logistics—Haze and I had invested plenty of research online about the how of it all—but I was scared about what would happen if it went wrong. If anyone felt…different afterward.
It made no sense, because we’d all been with each other a lot in the last two years, and in all number of combinations, but three was the most we’d ever tried. Five at once was…nerve-racking.
“What are you thinking about, Evie babe?” Brodie asked in a low, sexy voice as he leaned in to kiss my neck. “Were you just considering whipping off this infuriatingly sexy dress and inviting all five of us to crawl into our new bed with you?”
I shivered, laughing lightly. Somehow, Brodie had developed a knack for reading my mind. At least when I was having filthy thoughts about them, anyway. “Maybe,” I admitted, not wanting to bury the lede. Because I did really want to do that…I was just nervous to say it out loud.
“To…cuddle, or something more?” Brodie coaxed knowingly.
I wet my lips, glancing at Ethan, who’d just sat on the edge of the bed and started unbuttoning his shirt. Shit, he’d already made a joke about christening the bed, so it was clearly something they’d discussed. “Something more,” I admitted. “A lot more.”
“Excellent answer,” Andrew purred from behind me, his hands caressing my hips.
“We had hoped you might suggest something of the sort.” He efficiently gathered my skirt up and lifted it up over my head with one smooth motion, almost like he’d had that in mind when he picked it out for me last week.
It was the perfect shade of purple to match the bluebells—which were ironically more purple than blue—growing outside our new home.
A nervous shiver ran over me as I stood there in nothing but my sheer lace lingerie. “Well, this hardly seems fair. If I’m getting naked, then we all are. Come on, boys…strip for your wife.” Because maybe they wouldn’t notice the slight tremor in my hands if I put on a brave face.
Brodie threw his head back with a laugh, then slipped out of his clothes faster than a stripper in Velcro pants. He whooped as he dove into the middle of the enormous bed and Andrew let out a pained groan.
“This bed is going to be a nightmare to keep neat and tidy,” he murmured under his breath, but I heard him and turned to cup his cheek in my hand.
“We can hire a housekeeper,” I told him with a smile. “I do believe my husbands were all bragging about their wealth earlier, so I reckon we’re good for it.”
“Can we find one that’s really good at ironing?” he replied with a lopsided smile. “You know how important it is that our clothes are crease free.”
Connor jokingly smacked Andrew in the shoulder. “You’re not seriously getting hard while thinking about ironing your undies, are you?” He scooped an arm around my waist, launching me onto the bed right beside Brodie, who wasted no time in grabbing one of my tits.
“Fuck yes I am,” Andrew replied, unashamed as he unzipped his pants and stroked his erection. “Even more when I remember that night that Evie decided to do the ironing for me in nothing but that tiny little thong and her tits were just out and jiggling and—”
“Okay, yes, enough, you’ve told us ten thousand times already,” Brodie groaned, tweaking my nipple between his fingers while Andrew stripped off the rest of his clothes. “Instead of recapping the same old story, why don’t you make some new memories? I heard you love to eat our wife’s pussy…”
For a moment, I thought Brodie was just teasing Andrew, but a moment later my panties were being tossed across the room and my legs were up on Andrew’s shoulders as he buried his face in my core.
“Oh,” I gasped as his tongue lashed at my clit, “Oh shit. No wait, I was watching the guys strip!”
“You can watch while he warms you up, Evie babe,” Brodie replied with a laugh, smoothly unclipping my bra and slipping it off me. Then he took my hand and wrapped it around his cock. “While you warm me up too. We’re a team, after all.”
“We’re a family,” Haze corrected, sitting down in the leather armchair perfectly positioned to the side of the bed for him to watch. He’d already taken his shirt off, and his pants were unbuttoned, but otherwise he seemed in no hurry to jump in with everyone. Classic Haze, loves to watch.
Andrew did a thing with his mouth that made me cry out and my back arch. I closed my eyes briefly with how good it felt, then I remembered my hand was wrapped around Brodie’s dick, so I gave that a stroke and he moaned along with me.
“Yeah,” Connor agreed, stripping out of his clothes and crawling onto the bed like some kind of predator. His freshly inked bluebells covering his right shoulder stood out against his smooth muscles, and I reached my free hand for him. “Brother husbands, right?”
He grinned when I pulled him to me, kissing me as I gasped at Andrew’s fingers sliding into my cunt.
Fuck…there was something pretty amazing about having my guys all around me.
All my guys. Kissing Connor while stroking Brodie’s dick, with Andrew’s face between my legs?
Yeah, a girl could get used to this. Especially when my lashes fluttered open once more to lock eyes with Haze in the voyeur seat, and then shifted to a shirtless Ethan.
“I feel spoiled,” I admitted with a breathy laugh, then lost my train of thought when Andrew did a thing that sparked a nearly instant orgasm. My thighs locked up around his head, squeezing tight.
“Holy shit, that’s beautiful to watch,” Connor confessed, grabbing my face and kissing me hard before I even fully regained my breath. Brodie’s hips rocked, reminding me that his dick was still in my hand, and I groaned. There was way more coordination in this than I’d fully anticipated.
The boys were well prepared, though, exchanging only a few words as they rearranged our positions until I was face to face with Brodie, straddling his hips as he lined himself up with my pulsing, sensitive core.
It was Connor who grabbed my hips and pushed me down onto his brother-husbands cock though.
“Oh, fuck me!” I exclaimed at the way my body stretched to accommodate Brodie’s sizable girth.
“That’s what I’m doing, babe,” he replied with a laugh, rocking into me again as he reached up to cup my tits in his hands. “I will never get sick of this view.”
A husky chuckle rolled out of me as Andrew threaded his fingers into my hair and tugged my face toward him. He kissed me, and I tasted myself on his tongue for the briefest moment before he pulled away and offered his dick instead. “Open those pretty lips for me, wife.”
Well, shit. Who knew I was into the possessive caveman shit?
My core tightened around Brodie’s cock as I eagerly opened my mouth. I maintained eye contact with Andrew as he fed his dick between my lips, until I couldn’t take any more and I gagged slightly, making him moan. He loved when I choked on it, the sick little fucker.
“Rock, paper, scissors?” I heard Ethan murmur somewhere behind us, and Connor answered with a low chuckle.
The quick one, two, three slap of fist against palm suggested that they genuinely were playing rock, paper, scissors, and a moment later I gave a startled yelp—albeit a muffled one—when someone’s hot tongue rimmed my asshole.
Ethan had just shifted up the bed to the opposite side from where Andrew knelt so that meant Connor was the one licking my ass?
Well, shit, I didn’t expect that, and yet…
also wasn’t mad about it. Especially when he swapped his tongue for some very lubed up fingers, and then quickly progressed from fingers to dick and—
“Fuck, brat, you’re so tight,” Connor groaned as he forced his way into my ass while Brodie remained fully seated within my pussy. “Is that good for you?”
“She can’t talk, dickhead,” Andrew reminded him, thrusting into my throat harder, making me gag all over again. “This mouth is far too busy.” He swiped his thumb over my chin where saliva was spilling out, then shifted his hand to my throat.
One of his new favorite tricks was to choke me a little as he jammed his cock deep enough to practically reach my diaphragm. Okay, in fairness I was quite fond of that trick. It almost always made me come along with him, and he was well aware of that fact.
“Ready to come again, Evie?” he crooned, tightening his grip.
Obviously.
My hearing blurred into white noise, and my vision spotted for a moment, as I climaxed, Andrew shooting his release straight down my throat as he joined me, only letting go of my throat when he was done.
Brodie and Connor were both muttering curses or something, but my head was spinning as I turned to Ethan and licked my lips with invitation. “Wanna fuck my mouth, Professor?”
The guys all chuckled at that, but at the same time Ethan wasn’t saying no…
Brodie was the next to lose his control, holding my ass cheeks with a firm grip as he thrust up into my pussy to fill me with his release. Somehow, that in turn triggered me to come again—weird—and the knock-on effect was Connor cursing and grunting as he came in my ass.
“Must be my turn,” Haze said in a low purr from his viewing chair. His huge cock was out in his hand, his clothes all gone; he’d been stroking it firmly while watching.
Holy hell, I’d already come three times, but seeing Haze rising to his feet and prowling closer I found my body responding just as fresh as the first time. Fuck, he was handsome, and that dick…