Page 15 of Puck it Off

Not ready to let them get away with their hurtful words, even if they weren't aimed at me, and needing to hear them say the right words, I go in for the kill, "You made me feel dirty after that night. Like I was just some random one and done, hit it and forget it booty call."

They blanch at my confession, each of their expressions etched with pain.

"Tell us you forgive us." Reece's says taking my hand.

"Please forgive us, Maggie May." Owen adds taking my other hand.

"It's all my fault. I shouldn't have said those words when you didn't know the context of them. I want you to be happy." Zander positions himself in front of me, a sadness crossing his handsome face. "I'll step out of the way so you, Reece and Owen can make a fresh start." The sad smile he gives me breaks my heart.

How could I have been so blind?

These three have to love me, especially after all the goat headbutts to their junk, I'm now regretting but will soon make amends for with my mouth.

This is us. This is a relationship I want to fight for to keep all of them.

I take my time looking between each of their hopeful faces before finally responding, "I love all of you too."

I'm smothered in a group hug with the men I love, kissing me everywhere they can reach—and I wouldn't want to be anywhere else.

"Oh, one more thing." I say in between kisses. "I have an extra bottle of cherry flavored oil in the backroom, but unfortunately I threw the condoms away."

"That's okay Maggie, we can pleasure you until we can get some replacement condoms, because I'm not going to be able to keep my hands off you long enough for us to get to Owen's house. At least not until I've pleasured you at least twice." Zander slips a hand down the front of my yoga pants, with a smirk as he finds them soaked. "I think someone else can't wait either."

"Actually, you're right, I can't wait. But I want to feel all of you inside me without the barrier of the condom between us. I'm on the pill so I won't get pregnant."

"Fuck that." Reece says causing me to freeze. For someone who claims to love me, it seems like going without a condom is a deal breaker. I open my mouth to argue the point when he silences me with a finger to my lips. "We don't want to use condoms either. But we also don't want you to use birth control."

"What?" I'm sure I didn't hear him right.

How did we go from them literally bagging up their condoms, so I wouldn't steal their sperm, to them wanting to risk getting me pregnant?

"You're ours Maggie May. And we're yours. We want a big family with you with tons of kids. We'd like to start working on that family immediately if you want." Owen kisses my forehead waiting for my answer.

But between Zander's skillful fingers continuing to strum along my clit to this new information about starting a family, I'm speechless.

I shake my head trying to clear my thoughts only to have Zander double down on increasing my pleasure by speeding up his strokes making my pussy and ass clench with the need to be filled by their cocks as my mouth waters thinking about sucking off the third one.

"Come for us." Reece whispers in my ear and I obey coming all over Zander's fingers.

Once the orgasm subsides, I'm feeling a little clearer headed, but my men look like wild animals waiting to pounce on me and I love every minute of it.

Feeling naughty I decide to tease my guys, "Well hurry and fill me up with your cum the old-fashioned way— I'd hate to have to use the turkey baster."

They groan at my awful joke. But they must have taken me seriously as they spend the rest of the night in my studio filling up all of my holes the old-fashioned way.

Epilogue

Ten Years Later

ThethreeboysIenvisioned having the first night I met Zander, Owen, and Reece, stand in front of me each with their father's hair coloring. Only a year between each one. Our twin girls on the other hand look exactly like me as does our youngest little baby Lizzie who really isn't a baby anymore at two years old.

The boys are playing in yet another hockey tournament this weekend. Which by having three retired pro hockey playing fathers it's a given. In fact, all of our children play hockey, except Lizzie, but she will someday when she's old enough.

"What do you think? Are they going to win the championship again this year?" Zander asks, taking a handful of popcorn from the bag in my hand and shoving it into his mouth.

"If they're anything like their fathers, they'll win it numerous times in the years to come." I yank my bag of popcorn away from Zander causing him to pout.

"I thought you liked to share, Maggie May." Owen whispers in my ear with a sleeping Lizzie in his lap.

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