by Mia Ashlinn
Brooklyn lifted one shoulder in a negligent shrug. “It’s not my job to make you figure it out. You have to do some of the work, you know.”
“He knows,” Brett retorted. “He just doesn’t want to do the work. He likes everything served to him on a tray.”
Sam nearly laughed at Ethan’s indignant face. But movement in the corner of his eye distracted him, and he turned to see what had caught his attention. When he saw the blonde woman standing framed in the doorway sandwiched between his former boss Rafe and some unknown man, he gasped. She was…
“Holy mother of God,” Brett breathed. “She’s…”
“A goddess,” Ethan finished.
“I’m glad you like her,” Brooklyn murmured. “Because I don’t think I could have served this one better.” She chuckled. “Let me get you that tray, Ethan. Would you like a drink, too?”
If Brooklyn said anything else, Sam didn’t notice. The timid smile of the woman wearing teal held him spellbound, captivated. And when she strolled into the room hesitantly, he felt possessiveness rise within him. He felt the urge to grab her and hold her, to kiss away her obvious anxiety. In that moment, he wanted to love her, protect her, and be with her. And God, he wanted to fuck her. The craving to have that sinful body between his, Brett, and Ethan’s poleaxed him. Just the thought of the four of them together had him nearly coming in his tuxedo pants.
Out of nowhere, Brooklyn’s words echoed through his mind. Working it out is the easy part. Accepting your fate is the hard part. Surely, she hadn’t meant for them to make a baby—with a woman, with this woman. That would be insane. Wouldn’t it?
Yes, it would. He kept telling himself Brooklyn was crazy, that he was reading way too much into his friend’s prediction. He kept on telling himself that—over and over—even when Ethan abruptly changed the subject and the three of them started talking about all the people who’d come to see them. And he continued to remind himself again and again through eating hors d’oeuvres and during the cutting of the cake. But when he, Brett, and Ethan had their first dance, everything fled his mind, except the two men he loved. “How much longer do we have to stay?” Ethan whispered, his lips barely moving through the huge smile he wore. “I want to get you guys alone and well…”
Brett grinned. “Well what? Play tiddlywinks?”
Ethan growled.
Sam laughed. “Why don’t we make nice a little longer?” he asked as the last chord of the song Tate had written for them as a wedding present sounded. “Then we can sneak out the side door.”
Both Ethan and Brett nodded before dragging Sam across the floor by the hand. When they reached the bar, the three of them leaned against it. Over the next few minutes, faces flew by. Smiles were shared. Words were exchanged.
Finally, the crowd around them dwindled and Brett said, “Let’s go.”
But of course, just as he quit talking, three huge blonde men approached with three much-smaller women, two of which held babies and one who could barely walk for the bulge in her stomach.
Ever the flirt, Ethan said, “Jaycee, Katie-Anne, Shannon! How are you beautiful ladies doing?”
“I’m pregnant. How do you think I’m doing?” the tiny redhead snapped. She turned to her three husbands, her hazel eyes narrowed and flashing fierily. “And these three knocked me up with twins. How fair is that?”
“I had twins,” Jaycee piped up as she lifted her nearly one-year-old daughter Ava and son Mason higher on each of her hips.
Katie-Anne shifted her ten-month-old son Kane to her other side. “Seriously, Shan. If J can have twins, anyone can.”
“I look like a house,” Shannon complained. “Even J wasn’t this fucking big.”
Personally, Sam didn’t think she looked like a house. He thought the short, curvy woman was absolutely breathtaking. Then again, he thought all pregnant women were beautiful.
Shannon’s triplet husbands apparently agreed.
“You’re gorgeous, princess,” came from Jared while Drew said, “I love how you look.” And Randy topped their compliments off with, “You’re hot, baby doll. I’d totally do you.”
Shannon huffed. “That’s what got me this way in the first place!”
The oldest of the brothers, Jared, bit his lip. He was clearly trying to hold back his laughter. “Congratulations, fellas,” he said, his voice sounding choked. “Now maybe you can come visit us without Gray, Cade, Shane, and Landon threatening to bury your asses in the backyard.”
“I wouldn’t bet on it,” Katie-Anne mumbled with a frown.
Neither would Sam. The four men weren’t their biggest fans. Of course, they had pulled some serious shit over their heads before. So it was understandable.
“Oh!” Shannon exclaimed.
Everyone whipped their heads toward the pint-sized heathen. Her three husbands rushed forward. But she batted at their hands. “I’m fine. The babies are kicking.” Before he realized it, she grabbed Sam’s hand and put it on her belly. “See. Feel.”
Sam had no clue why Shannon wanted him to feel her babies moving. But he didn’t particularly care. He was too awed by the feel of her two daughters Alora and Kryssa moving inside her.
“Holy Godfather,” Sam gasped. Then without a thought about what he was doing, he grabbed first Brett’s hand then Ethan’s and placed them both on Shannon’s belly.
Shannon giggled.
Brett’s eyes grew, and Ethan’s face paled. And then their gazes met Sam’s. The three of them shared a smile that had his heart clenching.
“So, when are you three going to start talking babies?” Jaycee asked, curiously, breaking up their special moment. “We’re trying to start a team.”
“If we ever find a sport,” Katie-Anne muttered. Although, Sam wasn’t listening to her. He was waiting to hear his husbands’ responses.
Brett drew his hand away. “Who knows?”
“I know,” Ethan retorted. “We’re starting soon.”
Sam smirked. “But angel boy, we just got married, and you’re already trying to knock me up? I feel so used.”
Ethan snorted. “Lover boy, you want to be used.”
“On that note, we’re out of here,” Jared said as he started guiding the grumbling women away.
“Do we have to?” Jaycee whined. “Man on man on man action is yummy.”
“Give a pregnant girl a break,” Shannon snarled. “I’m not getting any. I should get to watch.”
“Shut up,” Katie-Ann snapped. “You two are going to get us red asses.” She heaved a throaty chuckle. “Oh wait, keep it up.”
The women’s voices finally faded, and Sam was left alone with his husbands. “I don’t know about you two, but I think we should blow this Popsicle stand.”
“We should blow something,” Brett retorted, drolly, with a smile as wicked as it was promising.
Ethan winked brashly. “We’ve made nice long enough. Let’s go.”
And they did, much to the amusement of the hooting and hollering crowd.
Epilogue
“Is anyone else as tired as me?” Sam asked as he plopped down between Brett and Ethan at their kitchen table.
Ethan yawned. “Fuck yeah, I’m exhausted.”
Brett, however, ignored them. He was eyeing the huge plate of pancakes Sam had just put in front of him. With a lick of his lips, he dove in, practically shoveling the food into his mouth. “Mmmm.”
Sam laughed. “You eat like a five-year-old.”
Brett’s hand paused mid-way to his mouth. “Well, some people gave me a workout last night.”
Ethan nodded. “Dude, I lost count of how many times we fucked last night.”
Humming Marvin Gaye’s “Let’s Get It On,” Sam picked up his fork and stabbed it into Brett’s stack of pancakes before stealing a bite. “Yum.”
“Speaking of yum,” Ethan said in a soft, hesitant voice. “Did you guys see that girl?”
Sam immediately knew who his husband was talking about.
Brett did, too. “Yeah.”
“She was…lovely.”
Sam laughed. “Lovely? That’s like saying Casablanca was just okay.”
Resuming his pancake devouring, Brett rolled his eyes.
“And what was up with Brooklyn?” Ethan paused and made air quotes. “Working it out is the easy part. Accepting your fate is the hard part.”
Sam plunked his fork on the table. “I’m sure you can figure it out, angel boy.” He picked up his glass of juice and took a swig of the orange drink before sitting it back down. “We all can.”
Brett nodded. But with his mouth full, he didn’t speak.
Ethan frowned. “We just got married last night, and we’re already talking about adding a woman to our relationship and having babies with her? That’s fast, even for us.”
Sam nodded. “It is fast. But think about what sharing a woman felt like—the pleasure, the connection. You know that it completed us in an odd way for years before we finally got our act together.” He sighed before asking, “Can you imagine how complete we would be if we shared a woman we loved, a woman who loved all of us, now that we share each other?”
“I’m not disagreeing with you, Sam,” Ethan replied with a grimace. “I love the thought of having a woman to love, to treasure, and to make tons of babies with. But are we willing to go there—now?”
“Are you willing?” Sam shot back, knowing his answer but wanting to hear Ethan’s first.
Brett shifted his gaze back and forth between them. Still, he said nothing.
“Maybe.”
“That’s a yes for Ethan,” Brett translated. “And I’m a hell yes.” He leaned forward and kissed Sam swiftly. “If my brother could pull it off with Miah and Elena, we certainly can with the right woman. And I think our golden goddess might very well be the one. Obviously, Brooklyn thinks so, too.”
Sam was a definite yes. He loved his husbands more than life itself. But still, he believed they could have more. They could have it all. And whoever that woman was could give it to them. If Brooklyn was right, and she usually was, that woman was the answer to their dreams.
Grinning, Sam leaned back in his chair and crossed his arms over his chest. “Well then, my dear husbands, I think it’s time we do a little dream chasing.”
THE END
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ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Growing up in a single-parent home in East Tennessee, Mia Ashlinn wasn’t that girl—the one who couldn’t wait to fall in love and get married. She wasn’t the girl looking out for Prince Charming and his white horse. She had too many plans for her future. Besides, it wasn’t like she planned to get married. Just because some people got a happily ever after didn’t mean she would.
Mia’s anti-marriage stance was legendary amongst her high school friends. In fact, they voted her “Most Likely To Be The Cat Lady.” They were absolutely convinced that she’d die old and alone. Well, Mia being Mia, she just had to prove them wrong. And of course, she did.
Mia married young. She was only nineteen at the time. Everyone in her life thought she was crazy for settling down at her age. They whispered about the possibility of a bun in her oven when she announced her engagement. And they ogled her stomach as she strolled down the aisle in a snow white dress and horribly uncomfortable high heels that she kept tripping over. But she didn’t mind. She knew they were all wrong. She was getting married because she’d found her soul mate, and she was ready start her life with him.
A couple of years later, Mia decided it was time to prove her friends wrong again. So what did she do? She got pregnant. While all her friends were graduating college, she was reading baby books and decorating a nursery. Then after nine months, she gave birth to a beautiful baby girl. And all of those friends who didn’t believe she would get married came to see her in the hospital. They made jokes about cat ladies, and they “oohed” and “aahed” over Mia’s newest addition. But like her wedding, Mia didn’t mind what they said. She’d found her happily ever after—with her wonderful husband and her sweet baby.
Since her daughter’s birth, Mia has been deliriously happy. She found a charming house by a creek, only miles from her favorite place—the Great Smoky Mountain National Park—to live in. She followed her dreams and became a published author of books that would make the people in her life blush and stammer. And as irony would have it, she wound up with a cat after all.
When not writing, Mia is amazingly easy to find. She’ll be cuddled up on the couch reading an erotic romance novel by one of her favorite authors, driving around in her car singing at the top of her lungs, or hanging out in the kitchen baking goodies galore.
Mia believes that everyone deserves their own fairy tale romance with the happily ever after of their dreams. Only her fairy tales are not your typical fairy tales. They are racy and risqué and, most importantly, they are for grownups only.
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Table of Contents
Title Page
Copyright Page
Dedication
Acknowledgements
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Epilogue
About the Author
