Epilogue
SALLIE
"Stick it in here." Maxon's voice sounds from the hallway.
"I told you. It's not going to fit." Ranger's gruff response makes me smile.
My two men: one growly and quiet, the other playful and teasing.
The combination fulfills every single one of my needs, both sexual and emotional.
I have no idea how a computer software could have known, but it truly found me my soulmates.
"Shit man, that's too tight. You're going to break it off." The clatter of something falling to the floor followed by an irritated growl has me stifling a laugh. They moved us to a larger unit, and I'm in the kitchen trying to organize our rations into the cupboards.
"I'll go slow with it," Ranger promises.
Oh for goodness sake. Are they trying to turn me on?
I grin, shuffling along the hallway until I reach the doorway. "If it's too big for him, I'll take it."
My two husbands look up from the crib they're attempting to build. The unmistakable heat in their eyes has my panties soaked within seconds. Their gazes drop in unison to my ever-expanding stomach, and I can't help but grin as they both radiate with pride.
Not once have either of my husbands even hinted that they hope to be the biological father of our baby.
These are the kinds of things that weren't in the Kismet questionnaire—the kinds of things that we have to figure out as a trio.
The only thing we all agreed to was a shared arrangement, but I didn't realize I was getting two men who would know how to share so well.
Kismet Moon Matchmaking gave me literature with advice on how to navigate a relationship with two men, but there wasn't anything to prepare me for what we've created together.
We are seven months in and about to be parents.
The guys are over the moon, pun intended.
As soon as the test came back positive, we applied for a family unit, which means we get a small nursery and are walking distance to a playground.
We received clearance to move in this week, and that has prompted a nesting phase in the new living quarters.
Maxon is the first to walk toward me, and I bite my lip with the promises his eyes are making.
"How are you feeling, baby?" He wraps his arms around my waist, pulling me in for a hug, and I melt against the hard muscles of his chest.
"Horny and hungry," I say, opening an eye to check on Ranger. "In that order."
"Well, we can't have that," Ranger says, putting the instructions and tools down and turning to me with hungry eyes.
I grin, biting my lip as I pull away from Maxon.
I walk backward out of the room and down the hallway, both of my men following as I slowly strip out of my clothes.
By the time I'm naked, I've reached the bedroom door.
I put my hands on my hips, letting my husbands' gazes travel the full length of my body before I say the three magic words that I know will make them feral.
"Make me come."
Four hands and two mouths are on me within seconds as the loves of my life work my body like they own it. And, they do. I wouldn't trade my life for anything in the world.
I count my lucky stars, grateful for a drunken whim and taking chances.
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