Royally Claimed (The Triple Crown Club Book 2)

by Madison Faye

  “Shut up.” I grinned up at him, his hard look suddenly cracking into a smile. “Shut up because I love you. I love all of you. And I don’t know what the hell that means, or if you guys are all going to get jealous of each other and this whole thing is going to end up a big mess, but that’s it.” I glanced around at the three of them, each in turn. “I love you, and that’s all I know. That’s all I have to know, for now.”

  Foster kissed me first, claiming my lips hard before Gareth leaned in and pulled me away to do the same. Foster kissed me last, taking his time before sitting back.

  “Now please make me yours,” I whispered.

  Zane’s eyes roared with a fire as he grabbed my ass and rocked his cock deep into me. I moaned, eagerly reaching for both Foster and pulling Gareth into my mouth. It was like a switch had been thrown, and the three of us suddenly went into overdrive. Zane growled like an animal as he fucked me hard and deep, his hands grabbing my ass as he buried himself balls deep again and again. My tongue swirled over Gareth as my hand pumped Foster, and the sound of three masculine moans oozing over me as my body slowly went to pieces was all it took.

  I went off like a bomb, the orgasm tearing through me like a hurricane. Foster bellowed as he came, sliding in deep and filling my pussy with every drop of his cum. I felt Foster tense, his big cock swelling in my hand before he grunted, his cum splashing hot across my skin. Gareth’s jaw went tight, and he tossed his head back and gasped as he filled my mouth with warm, salty cum.

  I was shaking as they pulled me into them, gasping for air as all three of my men surrounded me with strong arms, light touches, feathered kisses, and whispered words of love.

  The sun went down, the moon came up, and we didn’t move an inch. Just me and my three outlaws, laying under the stars and knowing that what we had something unlike anything else. People were going to talk, and we were going to all have to learn what this meant together — what three men all loving one woman equally as hard meant, one day at a time.

  But I knew, and I knew they knew, that it was worth it.

  Epilogue

  The medals hang together on the plaque we’d hung them on four years earlier, on a shelf in the office downstairs. Not on the mantle, not proudly displayed on the living room, or by the front door.

  They’re there, but they’re private — exactly where my three men wanted them.

  They’d been given by no less than the deputy director of the FBI, a week after we’d landed the Sheik’s private jet at Norfolk International Airport, in Virginia, for “courage and bravery in the service of defending the laws of their country.”

  Foster, Zane, and Gareth — outlaws their whole lives who wanted nothing to do with the “laws of their country” wanted to throw them away. They swore up and down, almost refusing to even attend the ceremony until I begged them to do it for me and for making a good first impression for my mom. That they agreed to.

  But to them, acting the way they had back at Mitch’s warehouse hadn’t been about “defending laws” of any kind. They’d acted because of their hearts.

  They’d acted because of me.

  I like to remind them that they also saved Vivian, and Desmond, and Justin, not to mention the four other girls they’d found back at Mitch’s place when the FBI raided the place. But they always shrug off my reminders, mumbling and trying to act tough like they’d just done it for me, which is sweet, but I know it’s not all of it.

  They’d seen wrong being done to those who couldn’t fight back, and they made the decision to step up and fight against that wrong.

  …As if it was even possible for me to love them any more.

  In the end, we compromised about the medals. We didn’t throw them away, we just didn’t shove them in people’s faces. Eventually, I think they all came to look at them as a different sort of reminder. They weren’t about “being heroes” or “defending the laws of their country.”

  They were a reminder of the strange place where we all fell in love.

  What we have isn’t normal; I get that. I also don’t care. Family is who you share a heart with in this world, and that’s exactly what we were — a family.

  Gareth’s sister Elizabeth, and Zane’s little boy Cody live with us now. I’d say Foster’s grandfather lives with us too, but he only visits. The man is as stubborn as his grandson, and refuses to leave his ranch. When the madness of that day happened and we broke free of Mitch, the people Foster, Gareth, and Zane knew got to Elizabeth and Cody before Mitch’s guys could get to them. No one got to Foster’s grandfather, Eli, but no one had to.

  The man dropped all four of the guys Mitch sent to kill him with a double-barrel shotgun, a hunting knife, and a cast-iron skillet.

  And when I say “us,” I mean me, my men, and our two kids. Well, three in a few more weeks. Yeah, it’s a crazy sort of family, but it’s what we love, plus it’s not like we don’t have the room or the means.

  In their post-heroes-medals life, my guys ended up starting up their own private securities firm, and business is booming.

  It’s crazy, and nothing about it is normal, but it works, and it’s what we love. And honestly?

  That’s all that matters in this world.

  Love, family, and never letting the bad guys win.

  …Well, that and an amazing sex life with the three hunky men I call my soulmates.

  So, I’ll amend that. What matters in this world is family, never letting the bad guys win, three men to treat you like a queen, and love.

  Works for me.

  The End.