Page 129 of My Ex's Brothers

“What were you a cruise director before you played hockey, good lord.”

It takes a moment to shift, and I feel everything. Every time Tripp’s or Dane’s cock moves, I feel it. Switching positions drags them against me and I shudder out of nowhere, another orgasm hitting me. Richard shifts, pressing his cock against my mouth, and I don’t think twice about opening for him.

He slides his cock into my mouth with a deep groan. “Fuck yeah, baby girl, that’s it. Suck Daddy’s cock like a good little girl.”

My orgasm hits its crescendo and I feel my legs shake. The sensation of being filled by them, stretched thin with both their cocks, is too much.

“And then there were three,” Tripp says as he plunges into me once more, driving me right on top of Dane. “Amelia!” he cries out, and a moment later I feel his erratic thrusts. He stills, his hands on my hips holding me tight.

Warmth spreads within me as Dane cries out in pleasure, “Fuck, I’m coming…”

“Me too,” Richard groans, and a moment later, I can barely see straight. I swallow every drop, taking every ounce they give me. I can feel their cum dripping out of me, down my legs, spilling out the sides of my mouth.

Richard pulls back. “Such a good girl,” he says, kissing my head.

My body goes limp, but Tripp isn’t done. Still hard, he continues to thrust into me once more before pulling out and coming right along my seam.

“Tripp two, Amelia, three. One for the old geezers.”

I laugh as curses abound, as Dane’s arms hold me while he remains buried in me.

“That was…”

“Amazing,” I murmur, feeling like I could fall asleep. Dane shifts out of me and a moment later I feel Tripp hugging me from behind. Dane holds me from the front.

Richard’s mouth finds mine as his hand slides between my legs. He pushes the cum inside of me and moans into my mouth. “My good girl.”

Tripp murmurs, “I love you, Mamma Mia,” against my back as Dane strokes my hair.

“Mine forever,” he whispers.

“Yours forever,” I say. “All of yours.”

And as I fall asleep in their arms, I can’t help but think one thing.

It feels good to be home.

EPILOGUE

AMELIA

Six Months Later…

“Have a great day at work,baby girl,” Richie says as he leans in close to kiss me, placing his hand directly on my stomach. He rubs just the slightest, and those butterflies flutter all over again.

Of course, it could be the nausea too, which makes me a little anxious, but before I can say anything, Dane steps in with my travel mug full of ginger tea. It’s the only thing that’s been helping me get through the mornings.

“Thanks,” I say as Tripp rounds the corner with Lyla in his arms.

“You ready, Mamma Mia?” he asks with a grin.

Richie groans. “I don’t know why you insist on daycare when Dane and I could watch her.”

“She needs socialization, Rich,” Tripp bites out. “She needs exposure to other kids.”

Richie rolls his eyes. “She’ll have plenty of exposure to another kid in…six months, is that right?” He looks at me in question.

“That is correct,” Dane says before I can even answer.

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