“Only if you put the ducklings back into the cage I have set up in the corner with a lamp to keep them warm.” I shoot him a grin and hold out a spoonful of ice cream for Greta to wrap her lips around.
“This shit about taking care of furry things is already landing in my lap,” Alfie grumbles but takes the box and gently puts the ducklings into the space I’ve created for them until we have their outdoor place set up.
My heart warms when I see Alfie handling those fluffy bundles, knowing how strong and fierce he is. Seeing him sit down next to our woman who gives him a welcoming smile and the adoration twinkling in her eyes is showing there’s more to our connection.
The warmth flowing through my heart is letting me know it’s love and it’s in all of us. Complete and as one. Finally able to put things behind us and have the choice to be free and have a shared future.
Today I am thankful. Tomorrow I will still be thankful. And every day that follows is one to treasure when you’ve reached a point in life where you feel complete, inside and out.
EPILOGUE
Eight years later
– ALFIE –
Sitting here in our backyard, throwing peas and corn at our three ducks, always has a peaceful vibe at the end of a busy day.
“But I really think we need a baby cat,” Silas says and tries to give me his best shot of puppy dog eyes. Or in his case, fluffy kitten eyes.
I slowly shake my head and try to soften my voice when I tell our four-year-old son, “We have many animals to take care of and we can’t add to all the responsibilities. Besides, we have to leave some animals for other people to take care of, right? Otherwise they will be sad if they can’t find a kitten to love.”
His head instantly bobs in understanding.
I. Am. Brilliant.
“Daddy, Daddy, Daddy,” Reese screams at the top of her lungs.
Our daughter is six and such a blast of energy.
“Calm down, sweetheart,” I tell her and shift Luke, our two-year-old son from one knee to the other.
We have three kids and while Reese is the spitting image of her mother, Silas has Joaquin’s nose while Luke here has my eyes. We don’t need paternity tests to show others in black and white these are our kids.
We’re a family. One who might not fit in any box or follow the standards of what society dictates. But we live. We love. And we share tears, laughter, and the joys and burdens each and every person encounters when they find the one they love and share their lives with. In our case, we found more than the one to love, and it might show our hearts are a fragment bigger to carry all the love we have for one another.
“Decker and Muriel are throwing a cookie sleepover and we’re invited.” Reese grins and looks at Silas. “Except for you, you can’t go.”
“Reese.” I add a little snap to my voice. “Be nice.”
“I am nice, Daddy.” Her gaze drops to the ground and she whispers, “I heard Dad tell mommy Silas couldn’t eat cookies.”
Kids. Always picking up on half a conversation and thinking they know everything. And then, my favorite part, they always say what they think. Doesn’t matter where they are, they just blabber out their thoughts. Right in your face and no sweettalk or softening a blow.
And Reese here is one nosy little lady.
I give her a stern look and raise one of my eyebrows. “Have you been eavesdropping?”
“Maaaaybe,” she says, throwing her arms to her back to hold them there while rocking her body left and right.
“Silas can’t have certain cookies because we found out he’s allergic. But he can have others. We just have to pay attention to some things.”
She nods thoughtfully. “I can pay attention.”
I can’t keep the smile off my face. See? Such a smart and helpful little girl.
“That’s very sweet of you,” I compliment.
“Hey,” Decker says as he steps into the backyard.
I lift my chin and hoist Luke to my hip when I stand. “You’re having a sleepover with all the kids?”
“Yeah, all of the kids are coming over to the large barn. We’ve transformed it into a movie theater and Muriel and Mayven, along with Kadence wanted to get all the kids together and do a marathon of cartoons or something. Along with cookies. Colt and Ledger are joining me to keep things in line. Luke can come along too and we’ll keep an eye on Silas. Muriel called Greta and she just explained about Silas being allergic, gluten intolerance, right?”
I’m nodding while Luke holds his tiny hands up. I absolutely love the brotherhood. Our kids not only have two dads and a mom; they have a large as fuck family. Surrounded by brothers and their old ladies and children where everyone is comfortable and welcome in their own skin.
In less than twenty minutes, all three kids have their stuffed animals in hand and are joining Decker to head over for a few hours of entertainment. I did tell him I’ll come and check on them later because Luke might want to sleep in his own bed. He’s been fussy these last few weeks and I want to make sure everything is okay.
I’m standing on the porch when I see Joaquin coming down the road. He’s on his bike with Greta warming his back. Such a great sight. For the outside world these two are married by law, though there’s three people wearing a wedding ring.
It was a mutual decision and we wanted to make sure everything is set in case something would happen to either of us. There are a lot of people who might not accept who we are, our reasons, our motivations, but they are what they are; ours.
“Did you have a nice day at work?” I question as Greta dismounts and sways her curvy ass my way.
With the shit happening within the DEA, Greta decided she wanted to make another career shift. She took classes and is now a rehabilitation specialist and she loves it. Having three kids doesn’t stop us from chasing our dreams.
Joaquin works at the veterinary clinic three days a week, taking care of our children on his days off while Greta has other days off and I can adjust my schedule here at the ranch to fill in when needed.
“I did have a nice day, but I get the feeling it’s about to get nicer.” Her lips find mine and it’s the homecoming any man and woman crave after a long day.
“Take it inside, folks,” Joaquin chuckles and I tear my mouth away from Greta to smack his ass just as he passes by.
He yelps and rubs his ass while shooting me a glare. I raise my eyebrow in challenge. If he thinks he can glare at me, he’s got another thing coming.
“I think someone needs a good spanking,” Greta whispers huskily beside my ear.
I direct my attention at her. “Someone, huh? I have two hands sweetheart, and they’re both itching.”
The giggle slipping over her lips just as she dashes around me and into the house goes straight to my cock. Yeah, it’s about to get nicer indeed with the promise of getting some sweet ol’ lovin’. And it’s a good thing the kids are taken care of and out of the house for the next couple of hours, allowing the three of us the freedom to explore the bliss our bodies can give one another.
Stalking into the house and locking the door behind me, I notice the array of clothing littering the floor as I make my way to the bedroom. I lean against the doorjamb and let my eyes feast on the two bodies before me.
Greta’s large breasts are pressed against Joaquin’s lean chest. Mouths are exploring, tongues battling while hands roam. I take my time to peel every inch of clothing from my body until I’m naked and palming my cock.
Slow strokes while I rub my thumb against the piercing. This right here is what expands my soul into the wide-open heart my body holds. Never afraid to love big and chase what makes me whole and complete.
Greta’s heated gaze lands on me. She loves being watched. It’s as if Joaquin’s hands stroke her body for the both of us to make her pussy drool with the attention she craves from both our cocks.
Joaquin has always been a gentle lover, all tender strokes paying attention to every inch of her body and exploring every rush
of air flowing from her lips as he tries to find new ways to light up her body.
Foreplay is most times the pleasure of watching for me while these two heat the room. But as the musky scent of our woman teases my nose I’m barely able to hold back. Joaquin suddenly spins her around, raises one of her legs to allow her to put her foot on the bed while he palms his dick and lets her wetness coat the fat head before sliding inside her with gentle strokes.
Fuck. There’s an urge of desperation and I stalk forward, coming around them to watch Greta’s face filled with pleasure. My gaze slides down to where they are connected. The slick lips of her pussy surrounding Joaquin’s dick as he moves inside her.
I drop to my knees in front of them, my face right in front of her tight heat. Enjoying the way she’s being fucked. Their scent envelops me and I’m unable to hold back as I lean in and let my tongue tease her clit.
Her hands dig into my hair to hold me close as I lap her juices, touching both of them at the same time. I might not suck cock but licking them both simultaneously heightens an animalistic craving and almost makes my balls burst.
“Don’t fucking come, you hear me, boy?” I rumble against Greta’s flesh.
Joaquin moans in response, his thrusts slightly faltering when I cup his balls as they curl around Greta’s sweet pussy.
“Fuck,” he grunts while our woman moans.
She’s close. And when I suck that bundle of nerves between my teeth to nibble and give the right pressure, she lights up beautifully. Screams of pleasure fill the air and it’s mixed with curses ripping from Joaquin as he desperately tries to hold back his orgasm.
I rise and stalk to the bedside table, getting the lube before walking around the both of them. “Make her lean over the bed but don’t let your cock leave her empty,” I order.
Joaquin keeps sliding in and out of her body as he slowly shifts to turn their faces toward the bed. Greta places her hands on the bed and I let my hand glide over Joaquin’s back, pushing him forward.
His sharp intake of breath goes straight to my cock when I drizzle some lube between his ass cheeks. I make sure to add some to my hard length before throwing the bottle of lube on the ground.
“Bury yourself deep,” I roughly growl.
Greta groans as Joaquin’s dick pins her in place. I palm myself and knead Joaquin’s ass with one hand, opening him up to line the fat head against his tight ring. Both of us slick with lube, I only have to fight some of the tightness before I watch, enthralled how he takes me inside him.
Joaquin slides out of Greta and slowly impales himself on my cock by doing so. All of us groan while he moves in between us, pleasuring all of us with slow thrusts. Sexual tunes surround us, the visual of what lies before me, one, all, fucking completion at its best.
I can’t hold back and thrust forward, making Joaquin slam into our woman. I pound his ass and with it fuck both of them at once. Guiding. Controlling. Being there for both as they are there for me. Greta is the first one to launch into pleasure.
I know when she starts to strangle Joaquin’s dick to rip the cum from his body as he starts to pulse inside her the way his ass is clenching tight around my cock, taking me along with them. Bliss. Utter bliss fills my veins.
– JOAQUIN –
My heart is racing while I’m surrounded with heat. Greta underneath me and Alfie’s body against my back. He gently slides out of me and his hands skim the side of my body. He might be rough around the edges, massive muscle, and a dirty mouth but when it’s the three of us he’s all tenderness with a wide-open heart.
There’s a loud slap along with instant heat flaring on my ass cheek. “Ass in the shower, boy. And bring our girl, the night is still young as our cocks are hard. Let’s see how many times we can get her to orgasm. What was our last record?”
Greta groans and mutters underneath her breath, “Holy hell, this again.”
A chuckle falls from my lips as I take a step back, regretfully pulling out of her sweet, hot pussy.
“I believe it was six, but I might have lost count from being crossed eyed due to holding back my own orgasm,” I easily supply.
Greta grumbles some more and I hear Alfie turning on the water. I scoop her into my arms, making her yelp in surprise as I carry her into the large bathroom.
“We have two down, what do you think? My fingers next or your mouth?” Alfie wonders out loud.
“What about my own fingers while I watch Joaquin and you?” Greta boldly says and lets her teeth sink into her bottom lip.
Yeah, Alfie might not be the only one who likes to watch. And none of us will ever hold back to let the others know what we want, what we need, what we crave; each other.
Alfie wraps his fingers around his dick and cleans off the soap before he steps away from the warm spray of water. He’s playing with the piercing and my mouth waters at the mere sight of him growing hard again.
Even after all these years we can never get enough and I do hope we get to enjoy ourselves for many years to come. And as I fall to my knees, my lips automatically part, while my eyes connect with Greta. It’s then our connection is yet again completed by the moans of all of us filling the air.
– GRETA –
Our bodies are heated and it’s not from the steam surrounding us but from the level of love mixed with lust flowing through our veins. Watching the men who stand by me adore one another makes my heart spill with intensive joy.
I’m forever grateful life gave us this destination. Even if nothing ever goes as planned and it’s always a struggle to keep your head up and walk the path of life as brave as you can…because no one knows what lies before us…it’s in these moments you realize you can only adapt and follow your gut.
I step closer to Alfie, needing my lips on his while Joaquin takes his dick into his welcoming mouth. The way Alfie moans, allows me to swallow his sound of pleasure. His fingers dive into my hair and he pulls my head back.
“I believe you were given an order,” he rumbles and hisses as his eyes slide down.
We both enjoy the visual of Joaquin humming around his dick and I can’t help myself when I wrap my fingers around Alfie’s thick girth. My other hand cupping Joaquin’s face and gently moving him back to control the pleasure of both of them.
Joaquin knows flawlessly what my intentions are when he stands, allowing me to slide in between my men. I take Joaquin’s dick and stroke both of them simultaneously.
Both their mouths go to my neck, lighting my body on fire and there’s no way I can deny either of them. The way they surround me with their love and devotion, being there for our kids, and embrace every single moment life grants us with is the kind of perfection one can only dream of.
And maybe that’s it; all of it is a dream come true. Because as I bend over to take Joaquin into my mouth while instantly feeling Alfie’s pierced dick nudging my entrance as he slowly starts to fill my pussy, really does feels as if all of my dreams have come true.
Family. Love. Devotion. Loyalty and complete trust. None of those things you can hold or touch and yet you feel every inch of it. Warm, protected, the sense of belonging. Everything is worth fighting for when you have your mind set and your heart full.
Sounds of pleasure fill the air, bodies filled with bliss and release as we all surrender to one another. Now, tomorrow, and every day we’re granted with after the next one.
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