Epilogue
EPILOGUE
EMERSON
Over the past four years, there had been several moments I would never forget. Of course, there were the big ones. Those were easy and replayed in a constant loop.
The night Holden and Colter proposed.
When Holden was drafted second overall to the Tennessee Flames, only four hours from Hayward.
Winning the choreography contest and spending a summer touring with a pop star.
And Colter graduating from veterinary school with honors.
They’d been life changing.
That didn’t mean the smaller ones hadn’t mattered. In some ways, they’d mattered more. They were the ones that got me through the hard days, and the years the three of us had been apart, there were plenty of those. They were more challenging than any of us had imagined. I missed them both so much that first year that I hadn’t thought I’d be able to finish out my senior year at Hayward.
But Holden and Colter were persistent and showed me the power of their love .
From the Magic eight-balls Colter sent me, to the comic strips Holden drew me, I never questioned their commitment. There were millions of good morning texts, late-night calls, and any stolen moment we could create. The small moments had become the heartbeat of our love, thrumming strongly between us.
Luckily, those days were behind us, and we’d gotten married the summer Colter graduated from veterinary school. We made our home in Tennessee, where Colter joined a veterinarian practice. And I—hold your breath—opened my own business. The guys had urged me to name it Badass, but I’d worried about the marketability.
Instead, I’d named it Art in Motion, or AIM for short. I mostly focused on dance, but I also freelanced editing projects. I loved books too much to ignore my degree, and after the harsh reality of the dance industry, I’d learned if it was my only focus it no longer held joy for me.
The rejection and criticism of too many other voices drowned out my own, making it impossible to create. That had been a difficult lesson to learn, and Holden had suggested I’d be his arm candy. But I needed something that was my own. So, I took on choreography jobs when I felt passionate about the project and edited books in between. Win, win.
The three of us had shared numerous moments together, and there were still so many more to come. Like tonight.
“Come on, come on, come on,” I chanted, rubbing my hands together in a praying position. My eyes were glued to the field, focusing completely on number seven.
“He’s got this,” Colter affirmed, rubbing my back.
For the first two years of Holden’s football career, he sat on the bench soaking in everything the veteran QB had to offer. After an injury that sidelined the veteran QB, Holden took over and had started ever since. He led the Flames to the playoffs last year and this year to the Super Bowl .
It was the last year of his rookie contract, and we all wanted to stay with the Flames. We’d built a home here, and the community had embraced us. But either way, the past two years had proven he was a quality quarterback and deserved a big contract wherever he went.
He just had to finish this game first; hopefully, with a win.
The ball was snapped, and I held my breath as Holden surveyed his players, the Breakers’ defense closing in on the pocket.
“Throw it,” I whispered, fear clawing up my throat at the image of him being flattened.
Almost as if Holden could hear my prayer, he found an opening and threw it to his wide receiver. Every Flames fan held their breath as Marquette pivoted and ran for the end-zone. The Flames hadn’t won a Super Bowl, so this moment was bigger than just Holden. Even if that felt like the biggest reason for me.
The clock counted down with each step he took toward the end zone. The Breaker’s defense drew nearer, three defenders hot on Marquette’s tail. Their fingers reached out, brushing his jersey, and he dove for the white line with his arms outstretched. The football crossed the threshold right as the defender hooked his arms around his legs. They fell to the ground, and their bodies bounced from the force. Time stood still, an eternity passing as we waited for the ref to throw his arms up.
“Touchdown is good! Touchdown is good! The Flames have done it. They’re the new Super Bowl Champions!”
“Yes! Yes!” I jumped up and down, throwing my arms around Colter’s neck. He lifted me up, and I wrapped my legs around his waist as we celebrated together.
“We have to get to the field,” I said, turning to look for Holden. He stared up into the stands, his eyes on me and Colter. He lifted two fingers to his mouth and kissed them, sending them to me .
“Go to him!” Hope said, breaking the stare-off I held with my husband. Rose, Dad, Hope, and Cody were all in our box. It felt right to share this moment with them—the family I’d been born to and the one I’d made.
Colter set me down and threaded his fingers through mine, leading me out of the box. We showed our badges at the elevator, and the attendant smiled, letting us down. “Tell your husband he played a good game. I hope he stays with the Flames.”
“Thanks. We do, too.”
The doors opened to reveal a million people between me and the field. My eyes widened, and I almost stayed in the elevator. Colter pulled me along, using his retired football skills to push people out of the way and make a path for us.
It took three more security checks before we were let onto the field. Colter dropped my hand and pushed me. “Go. I’ll meet you there.”
Grinning, I took off running—okay, jogging—across the football field. I ducked the media doing interviews, wove through the personnel, and dodged the team celebrating. Holden was talking to someone, but I didn’t care. The moment our eyes locked, I flung myself into his arms. He gripped me tight, his nose buried in my hair as he held me to him.
His body trembled beneath me, and I felt tears hit my neck. We clung to one another, the moment too surreal for words. When I felt another set of arms wrapped around me, I knew Colter had made it to us.
“You did it, Hol,” Colter said, his voice just as emotional.
“We did it,” Holden corrected.
It didn’t matter that neither of us was on that field. To Holden, we got to where we were together, and that was all that mattered.
He once believed football could be his only goal, but by allowing love into his life, he realized he could have so much more. And tonight, I would prove how true that was.
The three of us broke apart, Holden kissing me and wiping the tears from my face before he was pulled up to the podium to accept the Lombardi trophy. He stood on the stage with his team with the biggest smile, and I had to stop myself from ruining the surprise. I’d wanted to tell him earlier, but after two miscarriages and the stress of the Super Bowl, Colter told me to wait. If we waited until after the game, at least no matter what, he’d be in a good mood. I felt bad keeping a secret, but I knew this one was worth it.
We were finally going to be parents.
Holden was named the MVP and answered a bunch more questions from all the major networks before finally being cleared to leave. Flames fans celebrated everywhere you looked, making the excitement heat in your blood and overflow. We walked out of the tunnel, finding our family waiting for us.
“Congratulations, son!” Rose said, pulling him into a hug.
“Thanks, Mom.”
Everyone took turns hugging Holden and followed us out to the parking lot. Our flight didn’t leave for Tennessee until the morning, so we had the night to celebrate at the hotel. We made plans to grab breakfast with everyone in the morning before finally separating and climbing into our rental car.
The three of us sat quietly, taking in the thrill of the day. I reached into the backseat and squeezed Holden’s hand. “How does it feel?”
Colter started the car while Holden thought. “Surreal. It’s the biggest moment of my career. Everything I worked for, all the years of training and camps, and focusing on nothing but football, have culminated to this moment. And that feels good. Really good.”
“But?” I asked, smiling at him.
“It doesn’t hold a candle to the first time you said I love you or the day we all became Adlers. Those days are by far the best ones of my life. I’m glad I realized that years ago and didn’t lose you; otherwise, I’m not sure this moment would’ve happened. Or if it did, I would’ve realized how empty it was. Having you two to support me and celebrate with has made it worth it.”
“Those are two of my favorite days, too,” Colter said.
“Me too.” I grinned at my two husbands. It took great effort to not blurt out the news. “You hungry? We could order something and have it sent up to the room.”
“I could eat.” Holden patted his stomach, and I laughed.
“I want dessert.”
“I thought you were dessert?” Colter teased.
“Well, for you two. But I need chocolate.” I typed into the app for the hotel, selected different options, and submitted it before they had me order one of everything. “Done.”
A few minutes later, Colter pulled up to the hotel, and the valet opened the door. They smiled wide when they revealed Holden.
“Welcome back, Mr. Adler. Congrats on the win. Great game.”
“Thank you.” Holden nodded, taking my hand and pulling me close. Colter handed off the keys and joined me on my other side. It had taken a while for all of us to adjust to the amount of wealth we had. While I’d grown up in a wealthy family, we weren’t this level of uber-rich. Add in being famous, and it was a mind trip.
Having people recognize you almost everywhere you went or give you things just because of your last name took adjustment. Because of the scrutiny, we didn’t always act like a triad in public. It just depended on where we were. We didn’t hide our relationship, but sometimes it was better to not draw attention. There had been a few scary calls traveling with the team for games in conservative cities.
Thankfully, Miami was not one of those, so Colter took my empty hand. I wore two rings, one on each hand for them both. While we were a threesome, I never wanted them to feel like they weren’t important in our relationship. We’d found a system that worked for us, and I was glad for that.
Holden received several more congratulations and claps as we walked through the hotel to the elevator. In our excitement, he’d forgotten to tug on the ball cap and change into something that didn’t scream “Flames,” but I think this was one time he didn’t mind being recognized. It felt good to have your achievements recognized.
“Did you want to take a shower before the food?”
“Yeah, that’d be good.” Holden dropped a kiss on my forehead and exited the main room.
Holden had stayed with the team last night but moved his stuff to our room this morning. Colter and I had gotten a suite, giving us more room and privacy. While Holden showered, I changed into lingerie. I’d been careful to wear clothes to hide my belly, and Holden had been distracted by football, so he hadn’t asked any questions.
In this outfit, there was no way to hide it.
There was a bow that wrapped around my breasts, and then the lace was open around my belly, and covered my butt with two strings to pull it to the sides. It wasn’t much more than a few pieces of string, lace, and ribbon, really. Throwing a robe over it, I slid the gift I’d ordered for Holden into the pocket and met Colter in the main room as he opened the door for the food.
Holden exited a minute later, his hair wet, and smelling of his body wash. His eyes traveled over me, taking in the robe. He licked his lips, and my pussy throbbed. The way they could still rile me up with just one look was unreal.
“I’m suddenly in the mood for something else.”
I lifted the lid and wafted the food to him. “Are you sure? ”
He inhaled, his stomach growling, and he chuckled. “Okay. Maybe food first.”
“Eat now, and then you can ravish me all you want without stopping.”
“I like that plan.”
We sat at the table, eating together and talking about trivial things. Holden told us the latest locker room gossip, Colter and I shared stories from the last week we hadn’t gotten to tell Holden yet, from the cute dog Colter delivered pups for and the book I finished editing.
“No more pets, Colt. I love you, but we’re running out of room,” Holden teased.
“I know. I know. One day, we’ll have a big farm. Until then, I’ll keep it to a cat and dog.”
“I think you mean three cats. I know about the two street ones you feed.”
Colter mock gasped, making me laugh. He really loved his animals. Holden shook his head at his best friend. He cleared his plate, leveling me with a come hither stare. “Do I get to unwrap my present now?”
“First, I have something else for you.”
Holden rubbed his hands together. “Two presents. I should win the Super Bowl more often.”
Colter cleared the food away and came to sit beside me. I pulled the small package from the pocket and slid it across the table. Holden gave us a quizzical look before picking up the package.
“This could be a contender for one of your favorite moments.”
His eyes held mine, and my heart beat a mile a minute as I waited for him to finally know. He opened the lid and tears pricked my eyelids as he picked up the sonogram. Colter squeezed my hand, his thumb rubbing across my palm.
“Is this…? ”
I nodded, tears falling down my cheeks. “I’m thirteen weeks.”
Holden stood up, his chair falling back at the sudden movement. “So… that… you… we’re…” He stood frozen, his hands braced on the table as he stared at me open-mouthed. I stood and walked around the table and picked up the second thing in the box: a newborn jersey with Adler on the back and the number one.
His hands shook as he reached for it. But instead of grabbing it, he snagged my wrist and pulled me into his arms. Holden wept into my hair, lifting his head to reach for Colter and drawing him into our hug.
“We’re gonna be dads, Colt.”
“Unbelievable, isn’t it?”
“I want to be mad at you for not telling me sooner, but I can’t.”
“I know. And I’m sorry for that. But I was too nervous at first after the last few times, and then it was playoffs, and I didn’t want to stress you out. I know it’s a lame excuse, but we figured if we told you tonight, win or lose, you’d have a good memory.”
“The best.” Holden kissed me, and heat spread through my body. It took no time for him to push the robe off, and then both of my husbands gaped at me.
“Holy shit. How did I not notice?”
“I feel like I should take offense to that, but I hid it. I made sure it was dark, and I wore a lot of baggy clothes.”
“Who cares about the past? Let’s focus on the present—this present, to be exact,” Colter said. He reached forward and trailed his fingers over the silk. “This is sexy as hell, Merbear.”
“Colter, take a seat,” Holden ordered.
Colter obliged, sitting in a wingback chair, and spreading his legs wide. He rubbed his cock, and I watched as it thickened in his pants. My distraction allowed Holden to move closer, his lips pressing to my neck with hot kisses. He turned me toward Colter and roamed his hands over me, touching every part he could.
Every nerve lit up, and I leaned back into his arms. His rough hands slid over my belly, and he took a moment to caress it before moving up to my boobs. Slowly, he untied the bow. The silk slid against my hard nipples, and I moaned, my head falling onto his shoulder. I became lost in the sensations as he kissed and caressed me, bringing every sensation forward.
Holden traveled further, his fingers grazing my pussy, but not giving me what I really wanted. I whimpered and whined, but he only chuckled at my misery.
“Please,” I begged, my need overriding my brattiness tonight.
“You beg so beautifully, Wildcat.” His fingers didn’t waste any time plunging into me, and I gasped. Spreading my legs wider, I rocked myself on his fingers.
“Our wife is so needy, Colt. Think you can help her out while I get her ready?” he asked.
“I know just what she needs,” Colt cooed, beckoning me forward with his finger. “Hands on the chair.”
I followed his demands and draped myself in front of him. His joggers were tented, but he focused on me, his hands tweaking my nipples and massaging them in his hands. My legs were on the outside of his, so I tried to rock myself into his erection, but he stopped my movement, gripping my hips.
“I need more, Colt.”
He smiled, skimming his finger lower. I crouched on his legs, eager for his touch. The second he flicked my clit, I jolted up like a live wire. Working together, I brought myself closer to an orgasm. I lost myself in our kisses and the rhythm of rocking my hips forward on his fingers. It was decadent to be worshiped without being allowed to touch him. It felt naughty, and I chased it.
Colter broke our kiss, and I sucked in a breath as his lips traveled down to my breasts. When he bit my nipple and flicked my clit, I came hard. My body sagged into his arms, my skin sensitive as I came down from the high. He gave me slow kisses, rubbing up and down my body. I’d ended up practically in his lap, my body draped over his as he cradled me to my body.
It wasn’t until I felt Holden pressed into my backside that I realized he’d returned. I gasped at the intrusion, and Colter took over and kissed me to distract me. Once I acclimated, he drew back, and Holden pulled my legs to the floor.
“Show Colt how good your mouth is, Wildcat,” Holden whispered into my ear. He continued to work his fingers in, adding more as he slowly opened me up. My legs trembled, but I ignored it and focused on Colter.
Pulling down his joggers, his cock peeked out the more I lowered them. Stroking him with my hand, I dipped down and wrapped my lips around the tip. Colter hissed and jerked up at the touch. Pinning all of my attention on Colter, I worked him over as I ran my tongue up his length, loving the cool touch of the metal. Now that he wasn’t playing football, he’d added a few more piercings, and I loved it.
On the outside, he was this straightlaced doctor, but under his scrubs, he had a world of adventure waiting for me.
I loved his kinky side and how it brought out my own. Colter had pushed my boundaries with sex in ways I’d never dared to try. Without him, I doubt I would’ve been open to having two men in my life. Now, I couldn’t imagine not loving them both. Tugging his joggers the rest of the way, I braced my hands on his thighs so I could take him deeper .
I spotted the Magic eight-ball tattoo he’d gotten on his upper thigh. It said, “All signs point to yes,“ representing our love. I loved it, even if Holden thought it was cheesy.
Taking him as far as I could, I swallowed around his length as Holden pressed the tip of his cock into my ass. Colter threaded his hands through my hair, lifting it out of the way so he could watch me.
“You’re so pretty with my cock in your mouth, sweetheart. It’s the best view with your breasts on display, your ass in the air, with Holden’s cock in your ass. Fuck. I could come just like this.”
“If you don’t want to, then say something because it won’t take much for me,” Holden gritted. “Her ass is so tight.”
“Pick her up. I need to be inside her for this moment.”
I’d barely interpreted their directions when Holden pulled me back, Colter’s dick falling from my lips.
“Hold on, Wildcat.” I wrapped my arm around his neck, and he grabbed me by my thighs and draped me over his arms.
“You s?—?”
“Don’t even start, Wildcat. I lift more than you daily. Now shut up and let your baby daddies enjoy you.”
Blushing, I did as he said and kept my comments to myself. I wasn’t going to suggest I was too heavy. More that his arms would be tired after the game. But I’d let him have this because being held between them was the ultimate fantasy.
Colter stripped off the rest of his clothes and angled my body toward him. He gripped my ass, sliding his cock into my pussy. We moaned together as he entered, his piercings rubbing my sensitive walls the whole way. Once he was in, I tilted forward into his arms so Holden could position himself back inside.
“Fuck. So tight,” he cursed. I moaned something nonsensical in agreement. My whole body came alive as love, euphoria, and feeling more blessed than I ever thought possible converged. “This outfit is sinful. I love that I can see your sexy body in it and not have to take it off to fuck you.”
“You should buy it in more colors and wear it all the time,” Colter added.
“Then I’d never leave the house,” Holden groaned.
“Okay, just at night, then.”
Laughing, we took a moment to readjust. Once they were good, I held onto both of them as they took turns thrusting in and out. Having the two sensations in rapid succession was overwhelming. Fire filled my veins, and electricity crackled against my skin. I felt so full, yet perfect. Being together like this was the best. I never felt closer as a unit than when we sought our pleasure connected like this.
“So good,” I mumbled between grunts and moans.
“Perfect, Wildcat.”
“Heavenly, sweetheart.”
Their words hit me, sending me over the edge. My body tightened, and I felt the moment they joined me. Their bodies tensed, their hands gripping me tight as they spilled inside of me. We panted together, our skin sweaty and sticky as they slowly pulled out.
Colter and Holden drew a bath in the mini pool, taking turns pampering me and kissing my belly. When I got out, they ordered me more dessert, feeding it to me in small bites as we lay in bed and watched a movie we’d all seen a hundred times.
“Is this how you imagined winning the Super Bowl would be?” I asked Holden later. His head rested on my belly. Now that he knew, he couldn’t seem to stop touching me there.
“Better, Wildcat. So much better.”
Smiling, I couldn’t wait for all the moments left to experience with them. I knew it wouldn’t all be a fairytale, but even my worst days were better with them.
Dancing had always been my happy place, but it was no longer the only one. Between the loves of my life, that was my happiest place to be.
The End