He plunges deep into my tight hole, making me suck harder on Torin's cock, as my pussy grips tighter on Tarek's.
"Fuck that feels good," Torin and Tarek moan in unison.
Their movements get more erratic, and I know they're all close to coming inside me. The knowledge makes me feel powerful. It gives me the courage to tell them exactly what I want from them.
I pop Torin's cock out of my mouth. "I want you all to come now." I slip Torin back into my mouth, taking him as deep as I can.
His cock twitches, and he erupts in my mouth at the same time Tarek empties his seed in my pussy and Talen marks my ass with his cum.
Their orgasms trigger mine, and I fall over the cliff with each one of them pulsing in my body.
A girl could get used to this. This is my last thought as I swallow the last of Torin's cum and cuddle up beside my men.
Epilogue-Four Years Later
Britt
Ifeel the babies kick right after I put the finishing touches on the cake I'm decorating to celebrate the Minnesota Norse's third consecutive Stanley Cup win.
The team has defied the odds, going from last place to first place in only one year to winning the last three Stanley Cup championships, all thanks to the Hayes family and Teagan's husbands.
"Hey, sis." Teagan bumps my hip with hers in a playful manner as my two-year-old, Twila, bounces on her aunt's other hip.
"Hey, sis, yourself."
Twila stretches her chubby little arms out to me. I take each of her hands in mine and kiss them, making her giggle.
It still feels like a dream to be able to call Teagan my sister-in-law, but once the guys won their first Stanley Cup, I married the three of them in a private family ceremony.
Well, it was actually a double ceremony. Teagan and her guys also got married that day.
"Where did my brothers run off to?" Teagan asks, swiping her finger through the frosting on the cake and feeding it to Twila.
"You're just as bad as your brothers are, feeding her all that sugar," I jokingly scold Teagan. "I can't wait until you have kids of your own, and I can feed them tons of sugar."
"About that." Her tone turns serious. "We're pregnant!" Her face beams with happiness.
"How? When? What about hockey?" I bombard her with questions.
"If you don't know how by now, I'm not going to be the one to tell you." She makes a big production of motioning to my seven-month-pregnant belly that holds my twin boys.
"You know what I mean." I roll my eyes. "What about hockey? I know how much you love to play. How are you going to handle a pregnancy and your hockey career?"
"We hired a surrogate. Well, actually, three surrogates," she adds. "We fertilized my eggs with their sperm and inserted it into the surrogates to ensure they each have their own biological child. I know they've said it doesn't matter if they have biological children or not. They want the baby to be healthy and happy. But I wanted to give them each the special gift of fatherhood."
It's the same conversation I've had with Torin, Talen, and Tarek after we got married, but their response has always been that any child we have will be their biological child because of their triplet DNA, and they couldn't be happier to share that with each other.
"When did you do this?"
"Seven months ago. We’re keeping it a secret. The surrogates are all due in two months. The same time as these little peanuts." She rubs my stomach with her free hand. "We're going to be mommies at the same time."
"Oh, Teagan!" I wrap my arms around Teagan and my daughter, giving them both a big hug.
"Don't tell anyone yet. We’re planning on telling everyone next week." She hands Twila to me and nods to the door. "You have company. I'll talk to you later."
Torin, Talen, and Tarek stroll into the kitchen. As soon as Twila sees them, she catapults her little body out of my arms and launches herself at her fathers. "Daddies!" she squeals with the freedom of knowing her daddies will never let her fall. They will always be there to catch her.
Torin is the closest and easily catches her in his arms. "There's my little daredevil." He kisses the top of her head before swinging her up on his shoulders.