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I don’t wait for Brad’s okay. I thrust into her pussy. She’s so tight with Henry in her ass. I know I’m not going to last long… in the first round. I stare at where our bodies meet. Before Brad can take her mouth, I look up at her. “I’m going to fill your pussy with cum. I’m going to breed you again and again, Katie. That kink is all yours, all because of you, and you’re going to welcome it.”

“Please!” she lets out in a half-sob, half-moan.

Brad groans and thrusts into her throat. Katie’s still loud. Her muffled moans, the needy sounds that keep leaving her throat, the aching way she takes every cock she’s offered and keeps rolling between us, trying to get more and more of us—it’s so hot that I don’t know how I can stop or hold out or anything else.

I increase my pace while Brad chokes Katie on his cock. No matter how rough he is, with every thrust he cups the back of her head and praises her, tells her what a good slut she is, how perfect she is for us, how well she takes all of us, and how much she deserves to come.

Her eyes water and I feel Henry starting to move. Every thrust, every roll of our hips, all of it pushes her closer to the edge. Katie comes again, gushing, almost squirting as her pussy milks my cock, trying to suck me in deeper and I can’t resist. It’s been too long.

I finish buried inside her, giving her every drop of cum and making sure she knows it just before my dad fills her ass. Brad pounds into her throat, lets his head fall back, then they make eye contact and he’s lost.

Katie trembles, still filled with two cocks as she swallows Brad’s cum. “I love you all… so, so much. I love you.”

Katie

I’m pleasantly exhausted after my session with all three of my boyfriends. They had me in every position, but Carter made sure to fill every hole with cum. He kept telling me how he was going to keep breeding me, keep filling me up with his cock and cum as long as I wanted it. Henry got to bathe me and Brad got to feed me and now I’m lying with Brad.

He hasn’t slept a single night in his bed since he got back. He says he can’t stand it, that he has nightmares, and I’m happy to wake up with him next to me so I know it’s not a dream that he got free. Brad’s possessive hand keeps rubbing my belly and he sighs.

“You’re going to be big and round soon. You’ll get to feel our baby kick as it gets stronger,” he murmurs.

I roll my eyes. “You’re very obsessed with our baby.”

“It’s us, a real…” He seems like he can’t find the words. “It’s our perfect mix.”

Smiling, I run my nose along his. He sighs. “I’m sorry. For not telling you about Brandy. I’m sorry for losing my temper with Dan. I’m sorry you had to hear everything, but I promise it’s not like that anymore.”

I nod. “I know.”

“I’ll route all my passion to you. Any time I feel violent, I’ll go to the gym. I’ll never take a risk with us. I’m going to be a good dad, a good partner. We’re going to make this family work,” he promises.

“As if you’re the only one involved,” Carter grumbles, sliding into bed on my other side.

“See, you’re greedy,” I hum.

He kisses the back of my neck. “For you and only you.”

I hear a grunt and look over to see Henry there. He takes me in, his eyes lingering on my belly. He’s been unsure about me having a baby, but now he’s staring with a slight smile. “I like the sound of us having a family.”

For the first time since everything’s happened, I finally feel like we’re on the same page.

They love me and I love them.

What else is there to ask for? What else is there to question?

I’m right where I belong with the men I love.

Chapter twenty-two

Epilogue

A few years later

Iwalk into the kitchen with the cake balanced on one hand. The candles are blue, orange, pink, and green, and the frosting is already melting a little in the August heat.

Carter’s the first to spot me; he’s got his sleeves rolled up and is trying, and failing, to hang a string of balloons from the ceiling with tape. Brad is behind him, wrestling our son into his favorite dinosaur t-shirt, the one with the sequined spine that flips from gold to black and back again if you run a finger up the ridge. Henry stands by the kitchen islands, preparing some sandwiches with our baby girl strapped to his chest.

“Cake!” our son yells. He breaks free from Brad’s arms, sprints across the kitchen, and slams into my legs. I set the cake down on the counter before frosting can go flying, and he’s already climbing the cabinet handles, trying to get his face as close to the candles as possible.

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