Epilogue #2
They led me to the bed, and I climbed on, settling back against the pillows. All six of them stood at the foot of the bed, still fully clothed, just looking at me.
"What?" I asked, suddenly self-conscious.
"Just memorising this," Noah said softly. "You, here, carrying our baby. I want to remember this forever."
"Come here," I said, holding out my hands. "All of you."
They came to me, shedding clothes as they moved, and then I was surrounded by warm skin and hard muscle and the men I loved more than anything.
“Colour?" Gabriel asked, his hand on my thigh.
"Green," I said immediately. "So fucking green."
"Language," Ronan teased, but his eyes were dark with want.
"The baby can't hear me yet."
"Pretty sure they can," Liam said, his hand joining Gabriel's, both of them slowly spreading my legs. "Which means they're going to hear a lot tonight."
I was already wet, already aching for them. Pregnancy had made me sensitive in the best way—every touch felt amplified, every sensation more intense.
Julian kissed me first, his mouth hot and demanding, while Noah's hands found my breasts, teasing my nipples until I was arching into his touch. They were so sensitive now, and he knew exactly how to touch them to make me gasp.
"Please," I breathed against Julian's mouth. "I need—"
"We know what you need," Ethan said, and then his mouth was on me, his tongue sliding through my folds, finding my clit with devastating precision.
I cried out, my hands fisting in the sheets. Gabriel and Liam held my legs open, keeping me spread for Ethan's mouth, while Ronan and Noah continued their assault on my breasts and Julian swallowed my moans with deep, drugging kisses.
"Fuck, you taste good," Ethan groaned against me. "So fucking wet for us."
"Always," I managed. "Always wet for you."
He slid two fingers inside me, curling them just right, and I came apart with a cry, my whole body shaking with it. The orgasm seemed to go on forever, wave after wave of pleasure, and they didn't let up, drawing it out until I was boneless and gasping.
"That's one," Gabriel said with a wicked grin. "We're going for at least five tonight."
"I can't—"
"You can," Ronan said, his voice firm. "You will. We're going to worship every inch of you, baby. You're going to come on our tongues, our fingers, our cocks. You're going to scream for us."
His words sent another pulse of heat through me. "Yes," I breathed. "Yes, please."
They rearranged me carefully, propping pillows under my hips and back to support my belly. Noah settled between my legs first, his cock hard and ready.
"You okay?" he asked, the head of his cock pressing against my entrance. "Not too much?"
"Not enough," I said, reaching for him. "I need you inside me."
He pushed in slowly, carefully, and I moaned at the stretch. Even after all this time, they still felt big, still filled me so perfectly.
"Fuck," Noah groaned. "You're so tight. So perfect."
He started moving, slow and deep, each thrust deliberate. The angle was perfect, hitting that spot inside me that made my toes curl. I reached for Julian, needing his mouth on mine, needing to be filled at both ends.
He kissed me deeply while Noah fucked me, and I felt hands everywhere—on my breasts, my thighs, my belly. They were all touching me, all worshipping me, and it was almost too much.
“Colour?" Gabriel asked again, his hand on my belly, feeling it tighten as another orgasm built.
"Green," I gasped. "So green. Don't stop."
Noah's thrusts got harder, faster, and I could feel him getting close. "Come for me," he demanded. "Let me feel that pussy squeeze my cock."
I came with a scream, my whole body convulsing, and Noah followed immediately, burying himself deep and filling me with his release.
He pulled out carefully, and Liam was there immediately, sliding into me before I could even catch my breath.
"Too much?" he asked, but he was already moving, and I was already climbing toward another peak.
"No," I moaned. "More. I need more."
He gave me more. Gave me everything. His thrusts were harder than Noah's, more demanding, and I loved it. Loved the way he took what he wanted while still being careful of my belly, of our baby.
Ronan moved to my side, his cock hard and leaking, and I reached for him without thinking, wrapping my hand around him and stroking.
"Fuck yes," he groaned. "Your hand feels so good, baby."
I stroked him in rhythm with Liam's thrusts, and when I came again—my third orgasm, my body so sensitive I was almost sobbing with it—Ronan came too, spilling over my hand and belly.
Liam followed a moment later, and then Gabriel was there, turning me onto my side, spooning behind me with pillows supporting my belly.
"This okay?" he asked, his cock pressing against my ass.
"Yes," I breathed. "I want all of you. Every way I can have you."
He'd prepped me earlier in the bath, his fingers gentle and patient, and now he pushed into my ass slowly, carefully, giving me time to adjust.
The fullness was intense, overwhelming, and when Ethan slid into my pussy from the front, I thought I might actually die from the pleasure.
"Holy fuck," I gasped. "I can't—it's too much—"
“Colour?" they both asked immediately, freezing.
"Green," I sobbed. "Green, green, green. Don't you dare stop."
They moved together, finding a rhythm that had me seeing stars. I'd never felt so full, so completely claimed. Ronan was at my mouth, his cock sliding between my lips, and I sucked him eagerly, needing to be filled everywhere.
"That's our girl," Gabriel groaned. "Taking all of us so perfectly. You were made for this, weren't you? Made to be ours."
I couldn't answer with Ronan's cock in my mouth, but I moaned my agreement, and the vibration made him curse.
"Fuck, I'm gonna come," he warned, and I sucked harder, wanting to taste him.
He came with a shout, and I swallowed everything he gave me, and that pushed Gabriel and Ethan over the edge too. They came together, filling me at both ends, and I came with them, my fourth orgasm ripping through me so hard I actually screamed.
They pulled out carefully, and I collapsed onto my side, shaking and gasping. Julian and Ronan were the only ones who hadn't been inside me yet, and they were both rock hard and ready.
"One more?" Julian asked softly, brushing hair back from my sweaty face. "Can you give us one more, baby?"
I was exhausted, wrung out, every muscle trembling. But I wanted them. Wanted all of them.
"Yes," I whispered. "But I need—I need to be on top. I need to control it."
"Whatever you need," Ronan said immediately.
They helped me up, and Julian lay back on the bed. I straddled him carefully, my belly making it a little awkward, but we'd done this enough times to know how to make it work.
I sank down onto his cock slowly, and we both groaned at the sensation. From this angle, he hit different spots, deeper spots, and I had to pause for a moment to adjust.
"You okay?" he asked, his hands on my hips, supporting me.
"Perfect," I breathed, and started to move.
I rode him slowly at first, finding my rhythm, and then Ronan was behind me, his hands on my ass, spreading me open.
"Last one," he murmured, pressing a kiss to my shoulder. "You're doing so fucking good, baby. Taking all of us. So perfect."
He pushed into my ass, and I moaned at the dual fullness. They let me set the pace, let me control how deep, how fast, and I loved them for it.
I rode them both, grinding down, taking them as deep as I could, chasing that final orgasm. My clit was so sensitive that every movement sent sparks through me, and when Noah reached between my legs to rub it, I shattered.
My fifth orgasm was different from the others—slower, deeper, rolling through me in waves that seemed endless. I felt Julian and Ronan come inside me, felt their release mixing with everyone else's, and it was perfect. So fucking perfect.
I collapsed forward onto Julian's chest, and Ronan pulled out carefully, both of them holding me as I shook with aftershocks.
"Holy shit," I finally managed. "That was—"
"Incredible," Ethan finished.
"Intense," Gabriel added.
"Perfect," Noah said, and I nodded against Julian's chest.
They cleaned me up gently, carefully, and then we all piled into the massive bed together. I was in the centre, surrounded by warm bodies and gentle hands, and someone—I think it was Liam—pulled a soft blanket over all of us.
"I love you," I murmured, not sure who I was talking to. All of them. "I love all of you so much."
"We love you too," they said, a chorus of voices in the darkness.
Noah's hand settled on my belly, and then another joined it, and another, until all six of them had a hand on me, on our baby.
"Hey, little one," Ronan said softly. "Sorry about all the noise. Your mama's just really popular."
I laughed, swatting at him weakly. "Shut up."
"It's true," Gabriel said. "This kid's going to come out thinking the world is just one big love fest."
"Isn't it?" I asked, and they all went quiet.
"Yeah," Noah said finally. "Yeah, I guess it is."
The baby kicked then, a strong flutter against all those hands, and I heard six sharp intakes of breath.
"Did you feel that?" Julian asked, wonder in his voice.
"I felt it," Liam said.
"Me too," Ethan added.
They were all staring at my belly now, their faces soft with awe, and I felt tears prick my eyes.
"That's your baby," I told them. "All of yours. They know you're here."
"We're always going to be here," Ronan said fiercely. "For both of you. For all of you."
"I know," I said, and I did. I knew it with every fibre of my being.
We lay there in the darkness, hands on my belly, feeling the baby move, and I thought about how far we'd come.
Three years ago, I'd been a broke nanny taking a job that seemed too good to be true.
And now I was here, in a beach house with six men who loved me and seven children who called me mama and a baby on the way who would be born into more love than any child had a right to.
"What are you thinking about?" Noah asked softly.
"How lucky I am," I said. "How this is everything I never knew I needed."
"We're the lucky ones," Gabriel said. "You saved us, Aria. All of us."
"We saved each other," I corrected.
Outside, the waves crashed against the shore, and upstairs, I could hear the faint sound of the kids' breathing, all of them safe and happy and loved. In a few months, there would be one more. One more person to love, to protect, to cherish.
I couldn't wait.
"Go to sleep, baby," Liam murmured, pressing a kiss to my temple. "We've got you."
And they did. They always would.
I closed my eyes, surrounded by the men I loved, carrying our baby, and drifted off to sleep with a smile on my face.
This was my happily ever after. Unconventional, chaotic, perfect.
This was home.