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“Get some rest, little moon. Going to need it tonight.”
“Yes, daddies,” I murmur as I drift off, clutching a plushie.
For the first time in a very long time, I dream of happiness. Of fairy tales and fantasy, all the things I stopped believing in a long time ago. These three men, they’ve made me believe anything can happen.
Even falling in love with all three of them at the same time.
Chapter Twelve
Tomas
Finding a soulmate is once in a lifetime. Except I found three.
Staring down at a peaceful angel snoring softly in the huge bed in our main bedroom, my chest aches with emotion. With the need to protect her, to tend to her, to give her everything she could ever need. I never thought I would feel this sort of love for a woman, but I do.
It is more than pleasure, more than the little girl games we play. I play little boy games with Mateo and Enzo as well. This…this is very different. I want her in ways I’ve only ever wanted my two men. It is not about wanting or getting off with her—though she gets all of us off with ease.
I have connected to her in a way I never planned.
“Such a pretty girl,” I whisper as I slide in beside her, sighing as her warm curves welcome me. Luna murmurs in her sleep, turning to cuddle against me as I open my arms.
“Tomas?” she mumbles, pressing her mouth to my throat. Just the brush of her soft lips, the smell of her, it makes me hard and hungry.
“Yeah, sugar, it’s Tomas. Don’t need to wake me. Just wanted to get some snuggling in.”
Seeing the smile that tilts her perfect mouth, I can’t help but smile at her. I kiss her forward as she rubs herself against me. Her little teddy bear stuffie is tucked tight against her chest. It makes my smile fade just a little. To know anyone ever denied this sweet thing the simplest joys makes me irate.
We realized who her father was shortly after our first night with her. An old money prick who never had to work hard a day in his life, he was known for being a cold, calculating piece ofshit. A philanderer, he never spoke of a wife or children, so no one even knew he had both.
“He won’t ever get close to her again,” Enzo declared just last night as he paced outside the bedroom, irate at what we had learned that day.
After an entire day spent spoiling our girl with all she deserves, it was the trip to the toy store that got us all worked up. Seeing the sweet little girl inside of her, the wounded woman a lack of love created, come out to play was as sweet as it was sexy.
“No, he won’t. Not a single person from her past deserves a moment of her time.”
“Besides,” Mateo was quick to surmise in an effort to calm us both down. “Our little moon is not his little girl anymore. She is ours.”
“Damn right she’s our little girl. Our little moon. I am falling in love with her, Mateo. I am in love with her. I might have felt jealous of what you two have a time or two,” Enzo smiled between the two of us, as even then we radiated towards one another. “Now…now I get it. I never thought I would get what you two have. But I still had you and it was good. Being with you has been the best thing in my fucking life. Luna is…. she is everything. Everything we could ever want.”
“Yes, she is. Everything all three of us could ever hope for. We’re some lucky bastards. Bastards who agree it is time to go home, yes?”
Enzo and I laughed at Mateo’s repeated demand to return to our home in True Ridge. We’ve talked about it for years. Giving up working protection assignments. Retire on the acres of land we built a home on. Settle down with each other, and with Luna, and start living our life.
“Yes, baby, we’re going to go home.”
Snuggling into Luna now, I think about how much she will love our place in True Ridge. We built a huge home, room for allof us, children someday, even that damn cat of hers. Mateo was not happy about her, but little Hercules adores him, so he had no choice but to give in.
“Hmm, you’re so warm,” she mumbles now, shaking her ass back against me. I laugh and swat her plump cheeks playfully.
“Behave, little one. No playing until our daddies get here.”
For just a moment, she lets me think she might listen. I ought to know better because our little moon gets off on being a bad girl. Enzo punished her too good that first night. Now she craves it, so she often misbehaves to get her little ass spanked.
“One daddy is here,” she purrs, turning to glance back at me. “We can play together, can’t we baby?”
“Yes, we can. We can play with one another whenever we choose. Just not yet. Mateo will be home soon, he made me promise to be a good boy. You would not want to upset our daddy, would you sugar?”
Luna gives out a little whimper, pouting up at me. Still, she turns back to snuggle in, pretending to be a good girl. She does a terrible job. Her ass twists back against my cock, her hips rocking just a little. It takes me a moment to figure out what she is doing.
