Page 19 of Infinite Love Novella

“Come for me,” I urged, jerking my hips upward to meet her stroke for stroke. “Let me see you come, baby. Let me feel it.” Her muscles tightened, almost like they were responding to my whispered words. Maybe they were.

Soon, the bed creaked in time with every desperate, deliberate thrust. “So close,” she whispered hoarsely, closing her eyes and screwing up her face in concentration. “Almost there.”

“I want you to drench me,” I muttered, stroking her clit faster, fucking her as she fucked me, using her as she used my body for her pleasure, knowing there was nothing but love between us. “I want your cum running down my balls by the time you’re finished. Can you do that for me? Can you be a good girl and come that hard?”

That was what did it, the way I knew it would. It pushed her over the edge, giving me the thrill of watching a look of pure ecstasy wash over her flushed face. She was barely able to bite back a scream before crashing against me, her cunt milking my cock until there was no choice but to fill her. I came until my ears rang, and I couldn’t breathe. It didn’t help that Evelyn fell against me in the aftermath of her release, forcing the rest of the air from my lungs.

We were both breathless and a little sweaty. And very happy. At least, I was. I couldn’t speak for her, though the dazed smile she wore when she finally managed to roll away told me she was feeling pretty good.

Only one question played at the forefront of my thoughts now that bliss had wiped everything else away. “What did I do to deserve that?” I was still a bit dazed, though I was not complaining.

“I woke up, and there was this big, gorgeous erection waiting for me,” she explained as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. “How was I supposed to resist?” She giggled as she rolled my way, curling her body around mine.

“I thought it was because weddings get you frisky,” I whispered, stroking her hair when she rested her head on my chest. “It’s good to know all it took was the sight of my cock.”

“The wedding might’ve had something to do with it, too,” she replied. “It was a beautiful day.”

And a beautiful night. The party had lasted until well past midnight, with the last of us retreating to our rooms around two in the morning. Reilly Kissinger had long since finished performing, and the band looked like they were ready to drop, but that was nothing compared to the weary but happy guests who managed to close the party down, us included.

“Everything was perfect,” Evelyn decided with a smile. “And Olivia was so thrilled when Reilly arrived. It was the perfect surprise.”

“So she was really surprised? She didn’t have the slightest idea?” I found it hard to believe, but then Ari had made a big deal of swearing everyone to secrecy.

Evelyn snorted. “You heard the way she screamed when that helicopter landed.” I had to laugh because yes, I had heard her scream. It was enough to worry me a little, in fact. “It was perfect. Something out of a fairy tale.”

“Ari and Olivia got their happily ever after,” I agreed, and I wasn’t being sarcastic.

She was smiling sweetly when she lifted her head to gaze up at me. “We all did. Every one of us.”

There was nothing to do but kiss her after something like that, so I did. It was the sort of kiss that deepened quickly and had the potential to lead somewhere else if it hadn’t been for the knock at the door.

Right away, Evelyn jumped up and grabbed for the silk bathrobe she’d left across the foot of the bed. “Just a minute!” she called out while I sat up and arranged the blankets around my waist. I loved watching her excitement at being with the girls, and I couldn’t pretend it didn’t thrill me a little too. I loved seeing them, loved being with them. From the time they were born when their pediatrician told us we were the only two parents in the entire world who weren’t satisfied by their babies sleeping well, there was no staying away from them. From the very beginning, we struggled with never wanting to put them down.

Evelyn opened the door so the girls’ nanny could bring them into the room. “They had their breakfast,” Penny announced as Valentina and Aria toddled in, wearing matching pink dresses. Both reached for Evelyn as soon as they set eyes on her, their pudgy little hands opening and closing.

“Thank you so much,” Evelyn told her, a baby balanced in both arms as she returned to the bed. “We’ll be getting ready to go down for breakfast soon, ourselves. I’ll let you know.”

“There’s my girls,” I called out as they approached the bed, and their sweet squeals made my heart swell. They shared delicate, dark curls and eyes the same shade of blue as mine, eyes that danced with joy once Evelyn set them down on the bed. They wasted no time crawling all over me, then over Evelyn once she climbed in next to me.

We spent time laughing and cuddling, and as we did, I couldn’t help but remember the way the morning after a party used to go back in my single days. I would inevitably wake up beside a nameless stranger, and the first question on my mind was always how to get her out of my apartment without making things awkward. It always went that way, no matter how hot I’d been for the girl hours earlier. I couldn’t be bothered to spend another minute with them.

This was better, spending some alone time with my reasons for existing. I couldn’t imagine a time when I wouldn’t be grateful for that or them.

The three girls who had turned me into a man.

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MAGNUS

There was nothing like the morning after a big party. It meant seeing people at their most real. The guests Ari and Olivia had invited to spend the night—close friends, family, their inner circle—looked bleary-eyed and exhausted as they filed into the mansion’s formal dining room, which had been cleared of its massive table and antique chairs in favor of smaller, round tables brought in for this morning.

The welcome aroma of strong coffee cut through what was left of the haze I was floating in. Time spent in bed with Evelyn, followed by cuddling and playing with the twins, hadn’t been enough to fully wake me.

A lavish buffet was set up along one wall, featuring nearly every breakfast food known to man. There was also a Belgian waffle station, freshly made omelets, and a carving station featuring ham and prime rib. “Remind me to throw a big party sometime soon,” I murmured to Evelyn while I scanned the room, searching for any of our group who might have wandered down by now.

“Admit it,” she joked, nudging me while wearing a playful grin I found irresistible. “You’re a sucker for a good buffet, that’s all.”

“And an open bar,” I added. “Don’t forget an open bar.”

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