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But then they switch it up, and all I can do is moan in sweet ecstasy as Reed sits on the bed, inviting me to ride him. I climb on top and wrap myself around his giant cock. I stretch and glide down, feeling him all the way up in my belly while he takes his sweet time licking and kissing my tender breasts.

Maddox gets on top of the bed as I take him in my mouth—all of him, thick and juicy and harder than ever—while Archer slides inside me from behind, joining his brother in the purest bliss.

“Oh, fuck, this is perfection!” I cry out as I come hard, my juices flowing freely and glazing Reed’s muscular thighs. “Oh, yes!”

“It’ll be perfection every damn day for the rest of our lives,” Archer growls as he grabs me by the back of the head and pulls me in for a kiss while simultaneously pounding into me, harder and deeper.

I grind against Reed, following the same frenzied rhythm before Maddox cups my face and slides down my throat. I gasp, relaxing my throat to welcome all of him in. I taste the saltiness of precum on the back of my tongue, sucking every inch of this man as Reed and Archer go wild, fucking me like there’s no tomorrow.

When my second climax arrives, it is complete and utter abandonment, matched only by their complete and uttersurrender. I am raw and dismantled, melting and rippling outward like an exploding sun as my men claim me and fill me with their seed. I am the happiest that I have ever been, safe and loved and cherished.

“You’re fucking perfect, Mrs. Faulkner,” Archer whispers in my ear, his cock pulsating inside me as my pussy is stretched beyond its most reasonable limits. I love this feeling.

“Just like you, Mr. Faulkner,” I whisper back, looking up at Maddox while he wipes himself from my chin.

Reed’s hand lovingly closes around the back of my head.

Our eyes meet for a second as Archer’s teeth dig into my shoulder.

We’re just getting started not only with our wedding night but with the rest of our lives. We started as something uncertain but insanely intense. We were an accident we didn’t even know was waiting to happen.

And to think it all began when I walked into the wrong room.

Epilogue I

Dakota

“Yeah, we’re in trouble,” Reed declares upon seeing our baby girl.

The months flew by in a rush filled with nothing but happiness and excitement, day in and day out. It made the entire pregnancy infinitely easier to handle—along with the fact that I’ve had three amazing men catering to all of my whims and insane cravings.

I doubt I would’ve dealt with things as smoothly as I did if it weren’t for Reed, Archer, and Maddox.

“Trouble?” I ask, still hazy from the epidural.

He holds our daughter in his arms, the sun shining on his face as he lovingly looks down at her. Maddox and Archer sit beside me, patiently waiting for their turn. Reed gives me a soft, loving smile.

“Yeah, we’re in trouble because she is perfect, and she is a sparkling piece of you. I think my heart may explode. I don’t think it can contain this much love,” he says.

“Tell me about it,” Archer mutters, unable to take his eyes off her. “She’s got your cheeks and your nose, Dakota.”

Maddox leans in and plants a sweet kiss on my lips. “You were incredible,” he says. “A true warrior, through and through.”

“Damn straight,” Chelsea quips as she casually waltzes into the hospital room with a large paper box from our favorite diner. “Came in here like it was just a regular business day, then —bam—two hours later, out pops this little munchkin. Oh, and look, here come the other munchkins,” she adds as she sets the box on the table by the window.

At the same time, Trevor and Maisie come in, both of them smiling as they hold hands. They’ve already met their baby sister, but Chelsea had them with her for the past half hour so I could get a few minutes with the guys. It’s an important moment, a deeply emotional moment for all of us.

“How are you feeling?” Chelsea asks.

“I’m okay. Just exhausted,” I reply, smiling softly. “I think it’ll be a while before the epidural fully wears off.”

“Yeah, they didn’t expect you’d be done so quickly,” she chuckles.

The guys laugh, beaming with pride as they each hold our baby. It’s Archer’s turn, and I can see him melting as the little angel settles in his big, strong arms. “God damn, she is perfect,” he whispers. “I wonder what color her eyes will be.”

“I hope they’re green, like yours,” I say. “You three have the most beautiful eyes I’ve ever seen.”

“Flattery won’t get you far,” Maddox jokingly warns.

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