Bonus Epilogue
Their Eternity
Liv
Pressure mounted deep inside me and coiled tightly. The sensation built until a gasp escaped my lips. Sleep weighed on my eyes, but they fluttered and wanted to fight it. Something rubbed between my thighs and caused me to stir.
“Oh…” I sighed through partly parted lips. “Yes.”
The sensation felt so damn good. A circular motion of warmth trapped me in constant elation. I fixated on the rhythm until a massive weight between my legs stretched me, opening me up wide.
“Fuck. Yes,” Sin grunted.
A dream. I was out of my mind. Lost in a wild fantasy.
“She feels good. Doesn’t she?” Saint asked.
A wet hand grazed the crevice of my ass. Squeezed the plump flesh, and I whimpered. I wanted more.
“Yes.” A rustle of the sheets. “Our wife is so fucking tight every goddamn time.”
“Sin?” I whispered and licked my lips.
“Good morning, sweetheart.” The pressure mounted deeper inside. “We brought you some breakfast.”
Saint whispered in my ear, “A giant sausage.”
Thrust.
“Or two,” Sin added.
Hands spread my ass cheeks and my butthole opened wide. A massive length pushed inside. I jolted awake, and my eyes bugged out of my head.
“Oh, fuck!” I exhaled, gasping into the pillow and clenching the bedsheet. “Me!”
My cry echoed throughout the honeymoon suite.
“Yes.” Thrust.
“We’re fucking you. Goddamn, wife, you’re so tight in your sleep,” Sin breathed against my chest and flicked his tongue over my nipple. “But your cunt clenches our cocks even tighter with those pretty eyes open.”
Saint tilted my chin and made me glance back at him. “Eyes on me.”
“Yes, sweetheart.” Thrust. “Watch your husband.”
My hand crawled into Saint’s hair, grabbed the smooth strands, and our eye contact never wavered.
He fucked my asshole, pumped up to the brim, and I felt so full of him.
Sin screwed my pussy at the same time as his best friend.
Thrust after thrust, in complete unison.
My husbands filled my holes, and intense sensations ran through my body.
Completely euphoric, but I wanted more of my men.
“Yeah, darling.” Saint slapped my ass.
I whimpered, clinging to Saint. Unable to stop my hips from moving, my body jolted with each pound my husbands gave me. My eyes fluttered, and I was powerless to the passion coursing through me. My eyes rolled to the back of my head. Sin grabbed my chin and made me stare at him.
“Look.” Thrust.
“At.” Thrust.
“Me.” Thrust.
I did. My eyes were wide, and I bit my bottom lip. Sin marked my tit with his teeth. I couldn’t contain my animalistic cry while his enamel dug in until he released me. He sucked the wound he had created into his mouth and let it go with a loud pop.
“Fuck!” I cried out on repeat before he quieted me with his thumb in my mouth.
“Suck on me, wife,” Sin demanded.
“Mm…” I hummed with my lips wrapped around his finger as it went deeper.
Now every hole in me was entirely stretched, penetrated and so fucking full.
“Such a slutty wife taking your husbands in every hole,” Saint whispered in my ear and licked up the earlobe. “Which are ours now. We own them, fuck them, and have access to them any way we please.”
“Yes. But we need you to come, sweetheart.” Sin picked up speed to a more frantic rhythm. “Let this pussy weep. I want you to drip all over me.”
I moaned.
“Come for him, Liv.” Saint nuzzled my neck, and he bit me. “Drench him. Go on. Don’t you want your husband to put his baby inside you?”
Sin popped his thumb out of my mouth.
“Yes! Please! Yes!” I cried out and held onto the back of Sin’s neck. “Fuck me! Harder! Fill me with your cum!”
Sin did. He rode me. Faster. Forceful. I came. Violently.
I couldn’t quit squirming between my men, and my legs thrashed, but they held onto them as they kept pounding into me. Again and again. Until Sin grunted with a final deep thrust into me, and he held his dick there while he filled me full of him.
“Good wife,” Saint groaned as he shot his load inside my butthole, and he kissed my cheek. “Soon-to-be mommy.”
“Fingers crossed.” Sin sighed deeply and pulled his cock out of me. “Right, sweetheart?”
“Yes.” I laid my head back against the pillow, breathlessly. “Hopefully.”
I let go of my husbands and touched my belly. Saint pulled out of my bum, and I could feel their slickness dripping out of my sensitive holes. We might have conceived a baby with our lovemaking.
Visions of lullabies, cuddles, and darling baby coos danced in my head. The thought of my belly growing and expanding to make a home for our child for nine months excited me. Our sweet little baby could be in our arms soon.
“Our baby will happen.” Saint lay on his side, faced me, and played with my hair on the pillow. “We’ll make sure of it. Won’t we, Sin?”
“Yep.” Sin popped the P and twirled a strand of my hair between his fingers. “She’ll have the same hair color as you, and beautiful eyes as wide as her mommy’s.”
“Or…” I giggled and flicked Sin’s hair. “He’ll look like you and have Saint’s personality.”
“With a side of Sin’s sarcasm.” Saint chuckled, and he placed his hand on top of mine over my stomach. “And a love for motorcycles.”
I pushed Saint against his chest. “No way! I want my child to stay safe.”
“And he will.” Saint shrugged and rolled off the bed. “We’ll buy him everything he needs.”
“Saint. Seriously.” I rolled my eyes. “I don’t know if I want my child on a damn—”
“I’m starving.” Saint changed the subject and clapped his hands together. “Let’s get some room service.”
Saint went over to the phone on the table and picked it up. My mind reeled, and I realized we’d had our first disagreement, but we weren’t even pregnant. Well, we could be.
“Don’t worry about him.” Sin brushed his lips against my shoulder and touched my tummy. “If you really don’t want our child riding on a motorcycle, then he won’t. I promise. I’ll deal with Saint.”
I smiled. “Okay. Thank you.”
“Love you.” Sin leaned in and rubbed the tip of his nose against mine. “Saint does too. He’ll be on board with anything you want.”
“I love you too.” I sighed, closing my eyes and opening them when the bed moved. “Wait. Come back. I want to cuddle.”
I pouted at Sin as he pulled on some pants, and he came back to me. Shirtless. Sexy. His hair was all in his face as his hand swiped it back, and he kissed me on the lips. Leisurely. Needy. Playfully. I rolled onto my side, and he smacked my ass, causing me to giggle against his mouth.
“Get dressed.” Sin obsessively squeezed my butt cheek. “We don’t want room service coming up here and ogling our wife.”
“Okay,” I groaned and tossed a pillow at Saint. “Get me a coffee, please.”
Saint blocked the pillow with his arm and hung up the phone.
“I already ordered you a cup of java.” Saint picked up the pillow from the floor.
I sat up on the side of the bed and pulled on some shorts, only for the pillowcase to hit me in the head. “Hey!”
I threw the pillow back and put on a robe.
“You started it.” Saint caught the cushion with two hands and loomed over me with the pillow over his head. “Surrender now or prepare to meet your fate.”
“I surrender! I surrender!” I held my hands up in front of me and waved my white flag of defeat. “Okay?”
Saint brought the cushion down and laid it beside me. “Good wife. You beat me last time in a pillow fight, but this time—”
I swung the pillow right into my husband’s face, and feathers flew everywhere.
I made my move and jumped at him with my legs wrapped around his midsection.
Saint tumbled down with me back onto the bed.
He was on top of me until I switched up positions and straddled him.
Our laughter filled the room as white fluff fell all around us.
“Cheap shot, Liv,” Saint chuckled as he tickled my sides and wouldn’t let me get away. “I’ll have my revenge.”
“That tickles!” I giggled and squirmed above him. “Stop!”
“No way!” Saint exclaimed.
There was a knock at the door.
“Room service,” a deep voice called out through the door.
“I’ll get it.” Sin peered down at us with a lopsided grin. “You two keep up the foreplay, and I’ll join in after I come back with breakfast.”
“Yes!” Saint let go of me and made his hand into a high-energy fist pump into the air. “Breakfast in bed.”
I took the opportunity to leap up and scurry off the bed, but I made a beeline for the front door. “Nope! I got it.”
I beat Sin with my hand already on the knob and the door opening before Sin could protest. My morning brew awaited me, and the smell was heavenly. My eyes fluttered as I took a deep breath in and inhaled the delicious aroma of coffee.
“Thank you for bringing breakfast.” I sighed with a smile and leaned against the doorframe. “This smells amazing. Hold on a second.”
I pushed off the wooden frame and left the door open a crack.
Sin caught my arm, and his eyes flashed with caution. “Everything alright?”
“I’m fine.” I glanced down at his hand and back up at him. “Let go of me, Sin. I got this.”
Sin grunted. He released his hand, and I retrieved my purse. I brushed past Sin and opened the door.
“Sorry about that…” I tapped a hand against my forehead and rolled my eyes. “I forgot to get you a tip.”
“No. Unnecessary.” The server grinned, and his gaze dropped to the front of my robe, which hung loosely against my body. “The pleasure is all mine.”
Creep. He was checking out my cleavage!
I became self-conscious and pulled the front of my robe together.
I took out a bill and handed it to the man for him to take.
His gaze traveled down to my freshly shaven legs.
Sure, I had a nice tan from the Bahamian sun, but he didn’t have the right to gawk at me like I was a hunk of meat for him to eat.
“Okay.” I sighed with confusion and tucked the money away when he didn’t take it.
He didn’t even acknowledge the boundary I tried to set as I stepped back to let Sin take over and pick up the order. Instead, the server reached out his greedy hand toward me. He was inches away from touching me.
Huge mistake, buddy.