Epilogue
Esmeralda
One year later…
I wake to warmth on both sides.
Lane is pressed against my left side, his arm draped protectively over my swollen belly. Rhett is curled against my right, his face buried in my neck.
For a moment, I simply lie still, savoring the feeling of being cocooned between them.
Then Rhett nuzzles closer, and I feel the scrape of his morning stubble against my throat.
I gasp. The rough drag of it sends a spark of pleasure straight down to my toes, and my pussy clenches, suddenly wet.
"Morning," Rhett murmurs against my skin, his voice still rough with sleep.
"Morning," I manage.
Lane's hand moves on my belly, stroking slowly over the taut curve. "How's our baby this morning?"
"Active." I smile. "He's been kicking since I woke up."
Lane's expression softens. He pushes up on one elbow and lifts the hem of my nightgown, baring my belly to the morning light.
God, I'm huge.
Eight months pregnant, and my belly is round and heavy, stretching my skin tight. I can see the shape of the baby moving beneath the surface sometimes, a tiny foot or elbow pressing outward.
Lane's hand settles on my belly again, and his voice drops into that rough, possessive tone that makes my core clench. "You're so fucking beautiful like this. Swollen and ripe with our child. I can't believe we get to see you like this every day. Pregnant, glowing, and ours."
Heat floods through me. I've been pregnant for months now, but I still can't get used to the way they look at me. Like I'm the most magnificent thing they've ever seen.
And the truth is, I love it.
I love being pregnant. I love the way my body has changed—the fullness of my breasts, the curve of my belly, the way I feel powerful and feminine and utterly alive.
I love knowing that there's a baby growing inside me. That my womb is nurturing a new life. That soon I'll hold my own child in my arms.
And I love that Lane and Rhett can't keep their hands off me.
Since the moment I got pregnant, their desire for me has only intensified. They fuck me constantly—morning, noon, and night—worshipping my changing body with their mouths and hands and cocks.
I've never felt more desired. More loved. More cherished.
Rhett's mouth moves to my breast, and I moan as he closes his lips over my nipple through the thin fabric of my nightgown.
"God, you're full," he murmurs. "I can feel how swollen you are."
I am. My breasts are enormous now, heavy and aching with milk. I've been producing so much that I've had to nurse Noah and Nora multiple times a day just to keep from being painfully engorged.
Lane's hand slides higher on my belly, his thumb brushing just beneath my breast. "I want to watch you nurse them. I want to see them resting on your belly while they drink from you."
The image makes me shiver. "Lane, that's so filthy."
"I know." His smile is wicked. "That's why I love it."
Rhett pulls back slightly, his eyes dark with hunger. "But first, I think it's time for your morning fucking."
My breath catches. "Rhett."
"What?" He grins. "You know we can't start the day without filling that pretty pregnant pussy."
Lane chuckles. "He's right. I want to see your belly bouncing while we take turns ruining you."
Heat floods through me, pooling low in my belly. My pussy clenches, already wet and ready for them.
Rhett shifts, moving between my legs. His hands slide up my thighs, pushing my nightgown higher until I'm completely bare from the waist down.
"Fuck," he mutters, his gaze fixed on my pussy. "You're already soaking wet."
"I can't help it," I whisper. "You make me like this."
"Good." He wraps his hand around his cock, stroking slowly. "I love knowing we turn you on this much."
Lane's mouth presses against my belly, kissing along the tight curve. His stubble scrapes against my sensitive skin, and I gasp at the sensation.
It's so close to my core that it makes my womb contract with need.
"Lane," I whimper.
"Shh." His lips trail lower, brushing just above where Rhett is kneeling. "You look so beautiful when you're bred. So fucking fertile. Your cunt ate up all our seed and created a baby so quickly. You were made for this. Made to be filled and knocked up and worshipped."
His words send a shockwave through me. My pussy clenches, and I feel a fresh rush of wetness.
Rhett lines his cock up with my entrance. Then, without warning, he thrusts inside.
I cry out at the sudden fullness. He's so deep, stretching me impossibly wide, and the angle makes it feel like he's reaching all the way to my womb.
"Fuck," Rhett groans. "You're so tight. Even pregnant, your pussy grips me like a vice."
He starts moving, his hips snapping forward in deep, powerful thrusts. My belly bounces with each movement, and my breasts sway heavily, milk beading at the tips of my nipples.
Lane's hands cup my breasts, squeezing gently. "Look at you. Leaking milk while Rhett fucks you. You're such a perfect little breeding cow. Our milky goddess."
The dirty talk makes me moan. My core clenches around Rhett's cock, and he groans in response.
"That's it," Rhett murmurs, his hands gripping my thighs. "Squeeze me. Milk my cock while I fuck you."
He thrusts deeper, the head of his cock brushing against my cervix. The sensation is overwhelming—pleasure and pressure mixing until I can't tell them apart.
"I love feeling your womb," Rhett says, his voice rough. "I love knowing you've been growing our baby inside there. That your body is creating life while we fuck you every day."
My breath comes in short gasps. The heat inside me is building, a tidal wave of pleasure threatening to crash over me.
Lane leans down and closes his mouth over my nipple. The suction is immediate and firm, and I feel milk spray into his mouth.
That's all it takes. My orgasm slams into me, my pussy clenching rhythmically around Rhett's cock.
Pleasure radiates through me in waves, so intense I can barely breathe.
My blood seems to catch fire, racing through my veins and carrying molten heat to every nerve ending.
My brain melts into a puddle of euphoria, every thought dissolving into pure sensation.
Rhett groans and thrusts deep one last time. I feel his cock pulse inside me, filling me with his cum. The warmth spreads through my core, painting my inner walls with his seed.
He pulls out slowly, and I feel his cum leak out, warm and sticky between my thighs.
But before I can catch my breath, Lane is there, positioning himself between my legs.
"My turn," he murmurs.
He pushes inside in one smooth thrust, and I cry out at the sensation. I'm still trembling from my first orgasm, my pussy oversensitive, and every inch of his cock feels like fire.
Lane's hands cradle my belly as he starts moving. His thrusts are slower than Rhett's, deeper, each one deliberate and controlled.
"You're so fucking perfect," he murmurs, his gaze fixed on where his cock disappears inside me. "So soft and warm. I could fuck you like this every day for the rest of my life and never get tired of it."
His thumb brushes over the curve of my belly. "I can't wait to watch you give birth. Can't wait to see you holding our baby. Can't wait to put another one inside you."
The image makes me shudder. My pussy clenches around him, and Lane groans.
"You like that idea, don't you?" His thrusts become harder, faster. "You want to be pregnant again. Want to spend your life carrying our babies and feeding them from these perfect tits."
"Yes," I gasp. "God, yes."
Lane's hand slides down to where we're joined, his thumb finding my clit. He circles it firmly, and the pressure sends me spiraling.
My second orgasm hits even harder than the first. My pussy clamps down around Lane's cock, milking him, and I feel every ridge and vein as my inner walls ripple with pleasure. My womb contracts, my belly tightens, and waves of ecstasy crash through me so intensely I see stars.
Lane groans and follows me over the edge. His cock pulses inside me, flooding my pussy with his cum. The warmth mingles with Rhett's, and I feel impossibly full.
When he finally pulls out, I collapse back against the pillows, trembling and breathless.
Rhett brushes a strand of hair away from my face. "Rest, sweetheart. I'll bring the babies."
I nod, too exhausted to speak.
A few minutes later, Rhett returns carrying Noah and Nora. They're both wide awake, their little faces brightening when they see me.
Rhett settles them carefully on either side of me. I shift onto my side, cradling my belly, and help them latch onto my breasts.
The relief is immediate. My breasts were so full they were aching, and now the pressure eases as milk flows into their mouths.
Noah's hand rests on my belly, his tiny fingers splayed over the tight curve. Nora does the same, her palm warm against my skin.
They know there's a baby in there. They've been fascinated by my belly for months, touching it gently, talking to their sibling.
Tears prick my eyes. I pull them closer, kissing the tops of their heads.
"You're the best things that ever happened to me," I whisper.
Lane sits beside me on the bed, his hand joining theirs on my belly. "You're the best thing that ever happened to us, Esme."
Rhett leans down and kisses my forehead. "We love you. More than anything."
I close my eyes, feeling the warmth of their hands, the gentle pull of the babies nursing, the life growing inside me.
This is everything I've ever wanted.
A family. A home. Men who love me unconditionally.
And as I lie there, surrounded by the people I love most, I know I've finally found where I belong.