Page 106 of Deadlier Obsessions

Gage speaks first, “We don’t want to hurt her.”

I take the baby from Lucy as she giggles. I walk over to the guys and place her in Gage’s arms. I move his hold, so that he's got her head in the crook of his arm. It’s clear he’s never held a baby. Gage stares at her, not daring to take a breath, as a tear streams down his face. I tilt my head with interest, because this is not a Gage I know.

Lucy clears her throat, as she fists the blankets covering her legs like she’s nervous. Really nervous.

“Gage, I need to ask you something, but I need you to not get upset while holding the baby.”

Reluctantly he raises his gaze to her. “What, baby?”

“About the name.”

He nods. “I don’t think Demon will work now. Maybe Angel?”

Lucy giggles, because there is no way we would ever name our son Demon. Jesus. He’s really clueless when it comes to naming children.

“I’d really like to name her Giselle, after your sister. But only if you’re okay with it.” His jaw drops, but he doesn’t speak.

“Gage. Are you okay?”

He swallows hard as he glances back to the baby. “She would like that.”

The baby opens her eyes, and even though they say they can’t really see right away, she looks at him like she sees him, like she knows him, and I watch him crumble. His emotion is palpable in this room.

He speaks through his tears, “Hi Giselle. I’m your daddy. Well, one of them, but trust me, I’m the best.”

Mav complains that Gage is hogging the baby already, so I take her from him and give him a chance to meet his daughter. Then comes Sebastian, and all three of them make my heart nearly explode. We’ve had emotional moments, but I’ve neverseen them like this. It’s beautiful, and it cements that this is right. I’m not exactly sure what we will tell our children, when they ask how they ended up with two mommies and three daddies. Surely at some point they will have questions. Maybe though, the how isn’t what matters. Perhaps the amazing amount of love we’ll shower them with, will be all that they need. My goal is that our daughter never struggles with loving herself the way Lucy and I have. She will never have her own family telling her she isn’t good enough. Because she is. She’s fucking perfect.

EPILOGUE TWO

GAGE

Three Years Later…

Three months to the day after Giselle was born, Stella gave birth to our son. I was pretty sure this one would be named Demon, but Stella refused. The plan, which she found out about, was to sign the birth certificate while she wasn’t looking, and she was not pleased. All three of us were told, in no uncertain terms, that if we did that, she’d never let us fuck her with two cocks again. So Demon was out, and Gabriel was in. He was born with the same dark hair as Giselle. They are both perfect, like their mothers.

Mav, Sebastian, and I stand watching our wives signing books for more people than they had the last few times they came to this signing. Back to the beginning. The place where it all started, and the memories assault me.

“Hello Pretty Boy. Did you miss me? Because I fucking missed you.”

The delicious fear on his face when he saw me standing on that RV did things to me. It made my dick hard as a rock. My heart was pounding as desire fucking controlled me. I had never wanted anything like I did my Pretty Boy. The intensity was overwhelming. But this is better.

“What are you thinking about?” Sebastian asks, snapping me out of one of my favorite recollections.

I chuckle softly. “The RV. The day you realized you were mine.”

He smirks at me, his lips looking delicious and kissable. “That was not the day, Gage. I was imagining how I could kill you and rescue the women, as well as myself.”

I can’t help myself, I run my thumb along his bottom lip. “Yeah? Do you still want to be rescued, Pretty Boy?”

“No,” he says, his voice coming out low, dark, that tone that always gets my dick hard, “I want this signing to be over, so I can take both my husbands and my wives, and do disgusting things to them.”

I swallow hard and nod slightly, because I want that too. The last time we were here, our women were blindfolded as we teased them. They had no idea who was touching them, it was beautiful.

As soon as Stella gave birth, we began talking about getting them pregnant again. Both women fought us on the idea and made us wait. Six months ago, we all agreed it was time to get the implants out, so we could fuck two more babies into them. If I had my way they’d never not be pregnant. There’s something so intoxicating about them when they’re expecting. Those beautiful round bellies, and probably the way they’re always so fucking horny. And then, of course, the end result is babies that are far more angelic looking than any of us guys, they are all their mothers. Although our son does have what Stella has coined Gabe Rage, when he doesn’t get his way, something I’m told he gets from me.

This time we planned it perfectly, because our women's due dates are two days apart. I’m spending a great deal of money so that if they both end up in the hospital at the same time, they’ll deliver in the same room. I will not have my family separated. Of course, the hospital administrators thought I was insane. That’s fine, because they probably aren’t far off the mark. I will always be crazy for my family. So many years ago, I lost everything that meant anything to me. My sister’s death left a scar so deep I never imagined it would heal. I’m not a good guy. I’ll never be the hero of anyone’s story. I am who I am, and I’ll never change. Somehow I found four people that accept me as I am.

Both women look over at us as they begin packing up, with a devilish glow in their eyes, and cute little smirks on their mouths.

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