Page 25 of Bred Winner

“Play with her clit, Oak.” Tristan says as he cups the back of my head, thrusting his hips and hitting the back of my throat, causing tears to leak from my eyes. He pulls back a bit and wipes away an errant drop. “Sorry, babe, but you feel so good.”

I hum and cast a set of puppy dogs’ eyes up at him, loving the care and control my men exert over me. I never would’ve thought Tristan would take the lead for the four of us in the bedroom, but I guess it makes sense. He’s the most open to all things pleasurable and isn’t shy in the slightest. It makes me wonder what other taboo things he’s done?

Oakley slides one hand down my belly to my clit, rolling and playfully pinching the already swollen nub. I moan, my body sore from so much attention. But his ministrations have the desired effect as my insides swell and pulse with my impending release. Coen growls, forgetting my asshole and gripping my hips, pounding harder into me as he chases his own release. “Yeah, Oak, just like that.”

This encourages Oakley. He lifts his head and sucks my nipple hard, using his teeth on my breast to leave small love bites. Before I can think twice, my pussy clamps down on Coen while Tristan fists his cock, shooting his cum down my throat.

“I can’t hold it, babe,” he grunts, and it’s the first time any of them have come in my mouth. I swallow him down like a pro, smiling when he pops himself free from my lips. He leans down and kisses me, unaffected by any remnants left behind. “I’ll pump your pretty pussy full of my cum soon.”

“Promise?” I giggle. The only thing keeping my boneless body up right now is Coen, who has wrapped his beefy arms around my waist, his forehead resting between my shoulder blades.

“Always.”

Coen rolls me to my side, spooning me from behind with Oakley eye-to-nipple with my breasts. Tristan slumps over on his hip and leans forward to kiss my forehead.

“So, sweetness, what do you think of our polyamorous family?”

I close my eyes and chuckle, sated and exhausted. “It’s not the Normal Rockwell Christmas card image I grew up with in my head, but I think we’ll take great family photos throughout the year.”

EPILOGUE

ALORA

Five Months Later…

I show up at Mindful Body & Soulful Living Wellness Center unannounced. It’s mid-day on a Tuesday, and I should be at work. I’ve been living with Coen, Oakley, and Tristan for five months, even though I spend a night or two a week at my townhouse. I use those nights as my self-care nights, although I could do it just as easily at their place. If I told them I needed space, they’d give it to me.

Now that we’re living together, we’ve established a routine that works well for us. We have separate rooms, but most cold nights I sleep with Oakley. He’s the snuggler of the trio. Coen is a night owl who likes to sleep in late, so if I sleep in his bed, it’s on the weekends when I don’t have to go to work early in the morning. Tristan, well, we don’t sleep together. If I’m in Tristan’s bed, it’s because we’re doing something pleasurable. I don’t know if he can sleep with someone sharing his bed. Some nights I sleep alone and the guys give me that space, too.

Today, unbeknownst to my men, I went to the doctor to confirm the two pink lines on my pregnancy test. I didn’t want to tell them until I was sure, but she confirmed I’m six weeks pregnant. I was going to wait until they got home tonight, but I can’t.

I’m too damn excited.

Entering the dance hall, I hear a chorus of children screaming and laughing as my big, powerful men leap across the stage in tutus with birthday crowns on their heads. They do a quick, choreographed dance, singing happy birthday to a little girl named Sara.

If I ever had a doubt about having them be the father of my child, it flew out the window with this display of childlike joy and sweetness. Tristan sees me across the room and winks, pointing me out to everyone in attendance—approximately twenty kids around five years old, as well as a handful of parents to include a few moms who look like they are ready to eat my men for lunch.

The kids turn around and wave, leaving me wondering which class I’ve crashed. I wave back, shouting Happy Birthday Sara to the room, hoping the intended hears my well wishes. A mom rolls out a birthday cake, and all the kids’ attentions divert from me to the sugary goodness.

My men hop off the stage and surround me in their frilly tutus.

“Is there a new dress code I’m unaware of?” I lean against the wall and finger Oakley’s baby blue crinoline.

“Sara wanted a princess ballet party for her birthday, so here we are.”

“I think you guys should bring these home for later.” I giggle, unable to resist teasing them.

Tristan puts his arm up over my head and leans against the wall. “If it turns you on, I’m down.”

“What are you doing here, love?” Oakley ignores him.

“I have something to tell you, and it couldn’t wait until tonight.” They don’t know I’ve suspected for a couple of weeks that I might be pregnant. Not because I’ve had the typical morning sickness, although my doctor says that might come soon, but because my last period was almost non-existent and I’ve been unbelievably horny for a month—which my doctor says happens sometimes. Hormones are unpredictable. Three men, every day, have barely kept me satisfied.

Coen closes his eyes, a small smile on his face. “Are you pregnant?”

I glance at each of them and nod. “Yes. About six weeks.”

“Oh, bird. That’s fantastic news!” Oakley picks me up and spins me around.

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