Epilogue
ADRIAN
By the time we got Taryn back to the cabin, she had threatened to kill Wren twice.
Possibly three times.
I’d lost count somewhere between the second toast and Wren loudly informing the entire chapel that marriage meant Taryn was now ‘Legally obligated to make her an aunt.’
Nothing about this was legal, but trying to convince Wren of anything had long since proven pointless.
Taryn kicked the cabin door shut behind us. “I’m never speaking to her again.”
Beck laughed. “You say that at least once a day.”
“This time, I meant it.” She stuck out her bottom lip.
Adorable.
Lucas locked the door. “No, you don’t.”
Taryn turned toward him. “Whose side are you on?”
“Ours.”
Her eyes softened. “Good answer.”
I smiled.
Months ago, that exchange would’ve ended in an argument. Now Beck was already opening the bottle of wine we’d saved, Lucas was taking Taryn’s shoes from her before she dropped them just anywhere, and I was watching all three of them fit into a life I’d once only hoped was possible.
The cabin wasn’t much. One bedroom and a small sitting room. A fireplace that wasn’t needed much in this part of Texas. Old timber walls that had probably hosted drunken festival performers long before any of us were born.
Tonight, someone had filled it with candles. Beck had claimed responsibility, but I didn’t believe him. He’d probably threatened someone into doing it.
A small dinner was waiting on the table. Roasted vegetables with venison, baked bread, and butter. Actual, churned butter.
Taryn stared at it. “I see the butter idea worked out.”
Lucas puffed out his chest. “Were you ever in doubt?”
“Never.” Taryn smiled at him dreamily.
Beck took a drink of wine. “I still can’t believe Wren called Ben Dad in front of everyone.”
Lucas started laughing. “The look on his face.”
I smiled despite myself as Taryn groaned. “Were you really surprised? I’m just glad she forgot everything Gideon told her.”
I didn’t say anything out loud, but I wasn’t convinced she had forgotten. Wren was a puzzle I didn’t think we’d ever solve completely.
Lucas leaned back in his chair. “I thought he was going to correct her.”
“He tried.” Taryn smiled.
“That was his mistake,” I said, pouring myself a glass of the scavenged wine.
Beck barked out a laugh. “She simply looked at him and said, ‘Robin’s my sister, so of course you’re my dad.’"
Lucas nearly choked on his wine, and Taryn hid her giggles behind her hands.
I lifted my glass. “Personally, I’m looking forward to the day she asks him for an allowance.”
That broke all of them.
Beck doubled over the table, laughing. Lucas leaned into him, trying unsuccessfully to breathe, and even Taryn lost whatever dignity she’d been pretending to keep.
I watched the three of them and smiled. A few months ago, none of us had known whether we’d survive the week. Tonight, we were sitting around a table making fun of Ben Calder because a woman he barely knew had decided he was her father.
We finished dinner as the candles burned lower and the fire settled into glowing embers.
The mood in the room changed.
Along with Lucas and Beck, I stopped pretending we couldn’t take our eyes off the beauty in front of us.
Taryn had taken her hair down. Dark waves spilled over her shoulders and down her back, slightly mussed from whatever Wren had done to it earlier and somehow better for it.
Taryn’s eyes, made hazy and gentle by the wine, seemed to gleam softly.
She was still wearing the cream dress, but without the flowers, the chapel, and everyone watching, it looked different on her now.
Less innocent bride, more dangerous woman, the kind all three of us couldn’t resist. As the gentle fabric caressed her form, leaving her shoulders exposed, the skirt murmured around her ankles whenever she shifted her weight.
She caught me staring, and one eyebrow lifted. “Problem?”
I smiled. “Not even close, baby.”
Lucas stood and moved behind her chair.
Taryn tipped her head back to look at him. “What are you doing?”
“Nothing,” he went for the innocent look, but it was a total fail.
He bent and kissed her… slowly. His hand settled against her jaw while hers reached for the front of his shirt.
Beck watched them for a moment, then turned to me. “Still think three was a good idea?”
I smiled. “Ask me tomorrow.”
Taryn pulled away from Lucas just enough to look at us. “I can hear you, and it’s too late to back out now.” She held up her ring finger.
Beck crossed the room to her. His hand slid around her waist, gently pulling her from the chair. For all the violence in Beck, he could touch her with astonishing care when he wanted to.
This would be the first official time we shared her.
The torture session to get her to agree to marry us didn’t count because it was all about her. We’d discussed it among ourselves and agreed to claim her together tonight. I didn’t think it would become a regular thing. Each of us was still a possessive bastard, and nothing was going to change that.
Beck kissed her forehead first, then her mouth. Taryn relaxed against him.
Lucas stayed close behind her, and I was surprised to see the heat in his eyes.
I stood, and Taryn’s eyes met mine over Beck’s shoulder. And there it was… the invitation. It would take a stronger man entirely to resist the imploring gaze of those wide, gray eyes.
I crossed the room.
Beck released her without being asked, and Lucas shifted aside.
The ease hit me again. A few months ago, every touch had felt like marking territory.
Tonight there was none of that.
I cupped Taryn’s face. “Are you happy?”
Her eyes softened. “More than I deserve to be.”
I leaned in and bit her full bottom lip. “You deserve everything.”
She closed her eyes and tilted her head back, and I couldn’t help but lean in once more.
This time, the kiss was tender and deliberate.
I poured all my feelings for her into that moment.
I sensed her smile against my lips before I drew back.
We were both breathing hard as she gently pressed her forehead to mine.
“So, what happens now?” The vixen asked in a teasing voice.
Beck laughed quietly behind her, even as Lucas’s hand settled at her waist.
“That depends.” I kissed the tip of her nose.
“On?”
Beck smirked. “On whether you think you can handle all of us at once.”
“Will orgasms be withheld?” She narrowed her eyes.
I knew she was still salty about that.
Lucas kissed the groove between her neck and shoulder. “Not if you’re a good girl.”
Taryn answered by standing on her tiptoes and kissing me softly.
It was my turn to smile against her lips. “I’m taking that as a yes?”
Taryn leaned back and smiled.
The kind of smile that had gotten all three of us into trouble from the beginning.
For once, trouble was exactly where I wanted to be.
She stepped away and smiled teasingly as she loosened her dress, letting it fall slowly to her ankles.
“Where in the fuck did you get those?” Beck asked in a strangled voice.
For a second, my brain simply stopped working.
The lingerie she wore was black.
Nothing sweet or delicate. Soft lace, clean lines, and just enough skin to make every coherent thought disappear.
“It’s a little something I scavenged from a store a while ago.” Taryn ran a hand through her hair, obviously nervous.
The bra framed her beautiful pale breasts, and the matching panties sat low on her hips, making her legs look even longer.
Her hair was still down, dark waves falling over one shoulder, and the contrast between all that softness and the woman I knew could put a knife through someone’s throat without blinking nearly undid me.
Lucas was the first to move, walking up to her and grabbing a fistful of that luscious hair, dragging her mouth to his. He somehow managed to pick her up without breaking the kiss and carried her into our bedroom.
Taryn’s eyes jerked open when he dropped her onto the bed. “Where did this massive thing come from?”
The bed stretched wide enough for four grown adults to sleep comfortably, with no one rolling off onto the floor. Only about two feet of space was left at the foot, with just enough room on one side to slip through between the mattress and the wall.
Beck leaned against the doorframe, looking entirely too pleased with himself. “We had it made.”
Her eyes snapped to him. “You had a bed made during an apocalypse?”
Lucas climbed onto the mattress beside her. “We had a problem.”
“What problem?” Her eyes were on his chest as he took his shirt off.
“Three men,” I said.
Beck grinned. “One woman.”
Lucas added, “And none of us were willing to sleep without you.”
“So, your solution was to make the bedroom ninety percent bed?”
Beck stripped, then slid between her legs. “Are you complaining?”
Taryn laughed. “Do I look stupid to you?”
I looked at the ridiculous thing filling the room. It had taken two carpenters, an old king mattress, another salvaged mattress cut down for extra width, and more negotiation than I cared to admit.
Completely impractical and entirely excessive. But perfect for us.
I unbuttoned my shirt, enjoying the way Taryn’s eyes followed my every move.
That’s why this worked. I’d watched her look at all of us with equal heat in her eyes, not desiring one of us over the other.
Beck peeled those black panties down her legs, exposing her to us. Her sweet pussy was just as perfect as the rest of her, and I felt my dick grow painfully hard.
Lucas leaned in for a kiss, and I joined them on the bed, pulling her bra down to frame her beautiful breasts.
Taryn moaned as Beck buried his face in her warmth and began eating her like his very life depended on bringing her to orgasm in the next twenty seconds.
I decided to help him by lowering my head to her pretty pink nipples and sucking gently.
She moaned and writhed beneath the three of us.
All at once, Taryn’s legs went stiff, and her whole body began to quiver. Beck didn't stop until she was begging, and even then, he stayed close, tenderly licking her clean.
Beck slid up her body, then plunged his cock into her sweet pussy.
I was jealous, so I decided to put her pretty mouth to use. I raised up on my knees and rubbed my cock across her lips. “Open up, sweet baby, and take me deep.”
Taryn did as I said, pulling my cock into her mouth until I was touching the back of her throat.
“Fuck that’s hot, Fox.” Beck moaned as his thrusts grew faster.
“That’s it, Menace. Make them cum so I can get in that pussy.” Lucas whispered. “Don’t make me wait too long, or I’ll spank that ass until it’s pink.”
I tilted my head back, feeling a wave of pleasure ripple down my spine. With her tongue swirling around my length, Taryn pulled me deeper into her soft, welcoming throat.
Watching Beck pump into her, as Lucas lavished attention on her breasts, made the whole encounter feel even more charged with erotic energy.
“I need you to swallow every drop, baby.” I panted looking down at the face I’d loved for as long as I could remember.
Taryn nodded as her head bobbed more frantically, the sound of her quickened breath filling the air, and I felt my length swell, knowing I couldn’t hold back any longer.
“Fuuuck,” Beck moaned as he pulled out and shot cum all over her pale stomach.
I watched as he rubbed it into her skin and felt my body tense as I released into her mouth. “That’s it, baby girl,” I murmured, the words carrying a tender, soothing quality. “Drink it down.”
I leaned over and kissed her gently enjoying the taste of myself on her lips.
Beck traded places with Lucas as he rolled her to her knees, entering her in one quick thrust. “Fuck your tight.”
“God, that feels so good,” Taryn moaned into Beck’s mouth as he took her lips with his.
Lucas gave her firm, plump ass a slap, and Taryn responded by grinding back against his cock.
I slipped my hand beneath her and rubbed her clit gently between my fingers, and a jolt rippled through her. “I’m going to cum, please don’t stop!”
I worked her sensitive nub as Lucas’s thrusts grew faster, and Beck dropped his head under her to suck and lick her breasts.
A shiver ran through Taryn as she arched sharply, and I felt the wet heat of her release dripping onto my skin. Right behind her, Lucas pulled out and spurt cum all over her back, then proceeded to rub it in exactly like Beck did.
Apparently, competition was still alive and well in our made family.
I rose, grabbed a cup of water from the kitchen, then turned off the last lamp and checked the door to make sure it was locked.
This place was as safe as we could make it but that didn’t mean much in this world.
I entered the bedroom to find Lucas and Beck already snoring. Beck had crawled back between her legs and rested his head on her stomach, while Lucas was cuddled on her left side, his arm draped across her chest.
“They were out as soon as they got comfortable.” Taryn smiled at me warmly.
I chuckled softly as I placed one hand behind her neck to lift her for a drink, then set the glass on the floor and slid in beside her, curling her head under my chin. “Happy wedding night, baby.”
“Mmmm, thank you.” She mumbled as she slipped into sleep.
I smiled as I prepared to follow her into her dreams. Now that I had her, not even sleep could keep us apart.