Epilogue 1
LEE
Calum demanded we have this poker night to boost morale. It’s been months. Apparently, multiple federal conspiracies and at least one emotionally catastrophic gunfight has made everyone feel a bit down.
My apartment burned most of what I had. But I was lucky that Elliot called the fire department and they were able to get there in time so that the building wasn’t completely destroyed. I’ve been working with a company to restore it. Tonight will be the first time we're back.
We always had poker night here. It’s in an industrial neighborhood everyone’s long forgotten about. It's discreet enough for a bunch of criminals and rogue agents to gather and stay unnoticed.
On the outside, it looks like shit, but inside it’s got lush carpet, leather chairs, soft greens, and neutral colors.
Julian must see me looking around appreciating this space I created.
“Hey, babydoll, you can redecorate our place too,” he says, eyes on his cards.
“Really? You won’t care if I change up the stuff in your house?”
“Our house,” Julian and Elliot say at the same time.
“And of course not. Whatever you want,” Julian says with a shrug. His brows knit as he looks at his cards. He can’t hide his tells.
Riley and Calum glance at him, then they up the ante.
I have to hide my smile behind my hand.
Julian makes everything look effortless, even our relationship. Like he decided we belonged to him and then quietly rearranged the whole world until it was true.
And it isn’t just me. He takes care of Elliot, too, watching him without making it obvious, sliding him water before he asks. They even work out together.
It’s all so damn cute.
I love him so much it makes my chest hurt.
“Where are the guys tonight?” I ask Calum.
“Keep had a date night with Georgie, and Zee is baking while the boys sleep.” He takes a drink of his whiskey.
It makes me laugh thinking of a psycho killer frosting cookies. But it seems he will do anything for Georgie. Including making her bakery a success.
Bash bailed, saying Mags was feeling swollen from her pregnancy, and he needed to take care of her. It was very sweet.
So filling in tonight is Elliot.
Riley and Cal are judging him. Still pissed about the investigation too. I get it. They aren’t madly in love with him, so forgiving is going to take longer.
Plus, Calum never liked his good boy act as my partner. Hopefully, they get to see the real Elliot. I love Cal and Riley like brothers, and I want us all to get along.
Elliot asks Calum about the babies, and he beams as he talks about the two little boys who are just adorable. They both have Georgie’s big eyes and hair, and they are big like Keeper. I’m their godmother. Well, I’m one of them.
We play and fuck off for a while.
Elliot tells his stories, and the guys laugh along at his jokes. He’s so darn easy to like, of course they love him already.
Julian keeps losing, bless his soul, and I look around at some of my favorite people. My eyes prickle when I see everyone here. I lost my blood family, but I’ve made a new one with everyone in this room.
I shift in my seat. Julian notices immediately and starts cleaning up the poker table.
“Well, boys, as much as you all love taking my money, we need to wrap this up. Elliot needs his beauty sleep.”
Riley snorts a laugh.
I stand, needing to pee. Sweet Julian tries to make everyone think we need to go because of Elliot, but we all know they just worry about me.
They should since they are the reason I’m pregnant and crying all the time. I rub my belly and tell the guys goodbye.
Then it’s just me and my men.
Elliot wraps his arms around me first.
“Do you know how much restraint I had to have to not crawl underneath that table and eat your pussy tonight?”
He sinks his hands in my hair and starts kissing my neck.
I cry out when he pinches my nipple, and I look at Julian. He’s got a bulge in his pants already just watching Elliot run his hands all over my body.
“Get on the table, babydoll. He’s starving for you,” Julian says.
They don’t have to tell me twice. Being in my second trimester has made me horny all the time. I’m ready to go with just one look.
I pull my shirt over my head and shimmy out of my skirt.
Julian curses and Elliot whistles when they see there was nothing underneath it.
“Julian, we both know what this means.”
A shiver runs up my spine, and Julian’s at my side immediately helping me get on the table. The baby has lowered my jumping skills. I still love her, so it’s okay.
Was I pissed when I found out Julian tossed my pills? Not as much as I should have been. It’s stupidly hot thinking of them holding our baby.
“No panties,” Julian says, standing in front of me. He reaches around and undoes my bra then slides it down my arms. “Means you need some discipline from your daddies.”
He covers my mouth with his and gives me a dizzying kiss. I’m faintly aware that I’m gushing all over the poker table.
“But daddy, you never punish me.” I pout into his lips as he keeps kissing me.
“You’re right. He’s too soft on you. I’ll have to punish you hard enough for both of us,” Elliot says, voice already husky.
Elliot steps up to my left, palming his cock through his black jeans. My mouth waters.
“Don’t worry, babydoll. When he’s done and you’ve taken his punishment, I’ll kiss your tears away,” Julian whispers in my ear then steps back, giving Elliot space.
I look up at him with innocent eyes. Well, as innocent as I can pretend to be.
He grabs my throat and drags me to him. I squeak in surprise.
“You went bare all night with other men near you?”
I try to give an excuse, but he squeezes harder, so I clamp my mouth shut.
“You are only for us. I’ll have to remind you who this pussy belongs to.”
He rubs his fingers down my soaked entrance.
“You might need your other daddy too. Can you be good and let us both use your holes?”
My eyes widen, and I can’t speak, just nod. Thrill runs up my spine.
“Your ass is going to take me so good, Ettie.”
I bite my lip at the thought.
Julian undresses first. He notices me staring.
I can’t help it. His arms have gotten more defined.
He hasn’t worked as much, taking care of Elliot’s recovery and mine, so he spends more time in the gym.
Oh, and he’s obsessed and protective over this baby like a psycho.
My body stands no chance against his hotness.
Elliot rubs my wet entrance. I’ve been wet since Elliot gave me a wink and his hand brushed mine when he brought me a bottle of water.
Julian lies down next to me on the table and drags me into his lap. He lays me down across his chest.
We’ve done this before. And each time they fuck me harder. Julian doesn’t usually take my ass since he’s so thick. Not that Elliot is small. He’s longer, and his head is bigger than Julian’s. Together they destroy me, and I Iet them.
Elliot slaps the top of my thigh, and I yelp.
Julian palms my tit, and I squirm on top of him. His dick slides between my legs and rests on my inner thigh. I wiggle, wanting more of him, but he holds me in place with his palm across my belly.
“Where are you going?” I ask Elliot when he backs up.
“Needy little mama. I’m going to get lube out of my jacket. Although for your punishment I should just let Julian split you in two without any.”
I suck in my breath.
“You brought lube? How presumptuous,” I quip.
Julian pinches my nipple harder, and I hiss at the contact.
“We went too long without fucking out her sass, Julian. Better work her hard,” he says with an amused smile.
With the lube, he walks back over to me and pulls his shirt off his chest. His arm muscles tighten when he tugs his pants down.
“No underwear? Why am I in trouble when you did the same thing?” I frown.
Elliot walks between my spread thighs and Julian’s legs, his heavy cock swinging low and thick. He pulls me up slightly, holding my pussy open in both of his big palms like he owns it. The movement gives Julian the perfect position for his cock to spring between my ass cheeks.
Elliot leans in and licks me with one long, slow drag of his tongue, right from my dripping entrance up over my swollen clit.
His mouth is right next to Julian’s thick cock. So close that I can feel Elliot’s breath ghosting over both of us, but neither man even flinches. By now, they’re so used to sharing me like this that the sight of each other’s massive cocks doesn’t faze them at all.
Elliot stands up slowly, lips still glistening with my arousal. He grabs the bottle of lube and tilts it right over me, pouring a thick, generous stream directly onto my mound. The cool liquid pools for a second before it starts dripping down.
It slides over my swollen clit, coating my puffy pussy lips, and running lower to where Julian’s heavy cock is already nestled, hot and waiting. Every drop makes me slicker, messier, ready for whatever they want to give me.
Breathing hard, I reach around the firm, rounded swell of my pregnant belly. My fingers slide between my thighs and help spread the fresh lube, stroking it over my soaked pussy and all along Julian’s thick shaft until every inch of him is glossy and ready for my ass.
“Lift up, babydoll,” Julian rasps beneath me. “Sit back down on my dick.”
I brace my hands on the table and rise just enough. Julian’s thick head presses against my rim. I sink down slowly, working him in, inch by inch. The stretch is sharp and perfect, my ass opening around him while it burns so good.
Elliot helps me drop down until my ass is flush against Julian’s hips, every thick inch of him buried deep inside me.
“Fucking tight,” Julian groans beneath me, voice rough and awed.
“Even with your ass trying to push me out, you’re still working to pull me in deeper. That’s our good girl.”
Elliot stares at me with pure, dark lust burning in his eyes. At the sight of my ass stretched wide around his friend’s thick shaft his own dick jerks visibly.
He leans over me slowly, careful of the rounded swell of my belly, and cups one of my heavy breasts in his big palm. His rough finger brushes across my nipple once.