Page 60 of Crave: A Reverse Harem Romance

>Sure is, I answered.

>That’s fantastic! Ryker wrote.

>Good job, babe. We told you it was great. Axel said

Each one of them had read my book now, and they all loved it. It was our story, it was special. I couldn’t wait to get a hard copy to keep in the house.

I let out a loud breath of relief as my nerves began to fade away. Absolutely everything in my life right now felt positively perfect.

If someone had told me three months ago that this was going to be my life, I would have laughed in their face. But I could not have been more grateful for the way that things were turning out. I was so phenomenally happy that I couldn’t even contain it. I was lying in bed, staring at the ceiling, smiling like a lunatic.

A very happy and also very sexually satisfied lunatic.

Life was so damn good.

Epilogue - Harlow

Two Years Later

I sat down at the front of the crowd, in the row that was intended only for VIPs. I had baby Xander in my arms and little Isaiah sitting up next to me. It was a delicate thing trying to get him to keep still, but I’d given him a juice box and that was going to have to do for now.

Oh, well. If he interrupted and made a scene, at least it was only his father he was interrupting.

Ryker was on the other side of him, with his arm on the back of the chair to make sure he didn’t hop out of his seat or anything. He glanced over at me with a smile as I gently rocked the baby, ensuring that he wouldn’t wake until the ribbon cutting was over. Once it was, people would go back to talking, and things would get loud enough that it wouldn’t matter too much if he cried.

Diesel had nearly finished his speech. Admittedly, I’d zoned out for a little bit of it, but I’d heard it enough times since this was our third grand opening. I did focus in on the last part, though.

“…and welcome to Crave!” Diesel said loudly, as he took a pair of giant scissors and cut the red ribbon off the doors to the new building. This new club was about an hour away from home, but it was going to open us up to a whole new customer base and a new stream of revenue.

Everyone behind me cheered as the red ribbon fell, and little Isaiah began laughing and clapping wildly. He didn’t know what for, of course. He was far too young to understand the concept of Crave. We just told him that we were going to a party for his daddies’ business. It was enough to get him excited.

People began to raise their glasses and toast, and although I saw Diesel and Axel on stage looking straight at us in the crowd, several other businessmen in the area had walked up to shake their hands. They’d both have to wait to talk to us.

I looked over at Ryker. “Do you wish you were up there on stage?” I asked him.

He shook his head. “Nah, you know I don’t like a lot of attention. I’d much rather be in the crowd helping you with the kids than making small talk with a bunch of strangers.”

That was exactly how I expected him to answer. He was my introvert, Ryker. Axel and Diesel both seemed to love the spotlight and reveled in it.

Not that they didn’t love being with the kids too, though. They most definitely did. Each and every one of them seemed to enjoy it.

They were all amazing fathers. They had been since the moment I got pregnant. Perhaps a little overprotective… okay, a lot overprotective. They didn’t let me lift a damn finger while I was pregnant. But I appreciated how deeply they worried about me and the babies. All three of them were a damn mess for each of their births, though. Both times, they were all in tears as our sons were born.

We didn’t know which child was whose, technically. We never would want to know. During my ovulation, we often all had sex together specifically so we wouldn’t be able to tell by the day who was the dad.

In our family, there was no concept of “real dads.” The boys would grow up knowing all of them as their real fathers. Isaiah already thought of them all as his daddies, and that was all that mattered.

We were open about our relationship, especially because we were big faces in the community with the boys owning three Crave clubs now. Most people were totally kind and accepting of us, though I wouldn’t deny that we got some negative reactions here and there. In the beginning, whenever anyone seemed to disapprove, it would really hurt me. But I had long since learned to get over that.

You couldn’t please everyone, that was just a fact. Not everyone was going to be happy with us and our lifestyle, and I knew that. It was a fact Liza had reminded me of a lot. I’d had a lot of late-night phone calls with her as I adjusted to my whole new life.

Especially after our home was built and I had to sell my old house. It was a huge change, and I felt like I was making so many wild moves at once that Liza had to talk me down and remind me that being with the boys was the happiest that I’d ever been. That being spontaneous didn’t mean I wasn’t doing the right thing.

She was right, as always. My spontaneous decision ended up being for the best. As I looked down at my wedding ring, I was reminded of the fact that I really needed to thank her for always pushing me forward to make crazy but worthwhile decisions.

It really was a gorgeous wedding ring. We all wore wedding rings, actually, even though we weren’t all technically legally married. It was just Diesel that was my official husband. We had, as a group, decided it should be Diesel I married officially just in case anything bad ever happened. He was the one with the most assets to leave to our children, and we wanted to be sure they would be taken care of.

I didn’t like to think about anything bad happening to any of them, though. I couldn’t bear it. In my mind, we were all going to grow old together, watch our children grow up, and live to be a hundred years old.

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