Epilogue 3 - Verity
Iwalked into the same suite we’d stayed in last time, shortly after I got engaged to the three men of my dreams, and sighed with happiness.
“Let me run you a bath, sweetheart.” Conal hurried into the bathroom to turn on the faucets. The scent of lavender wafted out a few minutes later. Perfect. A nice relaxing soak was just what I needed after a long day spent traveling.
My husbands knew exactly how to take care of me. Damn, I’d chosen well.
I shrieked as Ronan lifted me up and carried me from the living room into the bathroom.
Conal had lit some candles for extra ambiance. I had a few minor concerns about the possibility of causing smoke damage to one of the priceless artworks on the wall but then thought fuck it. That was a ‘him’ problem, not a ‘me’ problem.
The twins removed my clothes with great efficiency and then deposited me in the tub before dropping a kiss on my lips and melting away. Hot water enveloped my body, soaking away the grime of the day. I lay back and closed my eyes, luxuriating in the scented heat.
In the living room, I heard the murmur of voices as the guys chatted. The baby in my belly kicked vigorously, perking up in the hot water.
She’d be here in less than two months. Part of me remained perpetually terrified about becoming a mother. My childhood had been as fucked up as they come, but I knew deep down it would be different for my child.
She would have three overprotective fathers watching over her. A mother who loved her to the moon and back. And several aunties keen to be a part of this child’s life. Not to mention two cousins and another two due soon.
I closed my eyes. Life was good.
Lips brushed mine, waking me from a relaxed slumber. When I shifted, I realized the scented water had cooled. Damn, I must have fallen asleep. Hardly surprising after such a long day. Visiting my father and then discovering Mrs. Gia - Amelie - was alive after all these years had knocked me for six.
“Wake up, sweetheart.” Conal reached down to lift me from the tub.
“You’ll get wet!” I chastised, but he ignored me.
Water slopped out all over the floor as he wrapped me in a thick towel. “Let’s get you dry. We have food ready.”
“Calamari?” I asked hopefully. The guys knew it was my favorite.
“Yes, sweetheart.” He kissed me and then kneeled on the floor to dry my legs, taking his sweet time around my thighs before laughing when I pushed him away.
“If you carry on, we won’t eat!”
“Oh, I’ll be eating soon, don’t you worry.” From his smirk, I knew exactly what he’d be eating later, and I couldn’t wait.
Once Conal had dressed me in a thick robe, I padded out into the living room, leaving him to change out of his wet shirt.
“Here, Pixie.” Ronan pointed at his lap. I rolled my eyes but did as he wanted, knowing it wasn’t worth arguing.
Room service had delivered a selection of dishes while I’d been relaxing in the tub, including my favorite calamari, and I eagerly accepted a plate from Declan. We ate in silence, all of us hungry after the long drive. Eventually, my stomach rebelled. I pushed my plate away and groaned.
“Dessert?” Ronan asked hopefully while glancing at his brothers.
“I can’t manage another bite.” Even if a bowl of ice cream sounded appealing.
Conal grinned. “Not for you. For us.”
“What? You’re having ice cream?” My brow scrunched in confusion.
“No. You cream.”
I flushed as his meaning sank in. “Oh.”
Ronan lifted me, pushed our dishes aside, and laid me out on the table. He unfastened my robe, exposing my body to their lustful gazes. All three of my husbands stared at me adoringly.
There was a time when I hated my curves. Hated that I was bigger than my friends, with thick thighs, big boobs, and a fleshy ass, but not now.
Now I knew how much they all loved my curves, especially my bountiful breasts, which had grown two cup sizes since I became pregnant.
“Fuck, Pixie, you look so hot.” Ronan groaned, his pants already tented. I bit back a smile. He had no filter.
Declan stood back, slowly unbuttoning his shirt as he watched me watching him. All my husbands were gorgeous, but Declan gave off serious daddy vibes. And I was there for it.
Two hands pushed my thighs apart, exposing my wet core, and a mouth latched onto my clit. My back arched as pleasure spiraled deep inside. Pregnancy had sent my libido into the stratosphere, which meant having three horny men on-call was a blessing.
I never went to sleep unsatisfied.
It took Ronan no time at all to make me come. Part of me worried about making a mess on such a fine antique table, but Conal soon erased all rational thoughts from my head when he shoved Ronan out of the way and took me to my second orgasm.
Then it was Declan’s turn.
He settled between my knees and stared at my soaked pussy. “Is this all for us, princess?”
I bit my lip and nodded.
“Good, because we need you nice and wet so you can take us. All of us.”
“Yes, Pixie. Your husbands need you.”
I needed them, too.
So much.
The end.