by Sienna Blake
She looks so beautiful when she comes: her head thrown back, her perfect lips parted, her cheeks flushed pink.
When she’s recovered enough, Fionn lifts her into his arms. “I love you, city girl.”
“I love you, too, farm boy.” The smile she gives him is filled with hidden meaning, with secret jokes just between them. Instead of jealousy I feel joy. I feel my love for both of them expanding.
Fionn positions Savannah on the couch facing me and slides into her from behind, her eyes on me as she lowers her face to me and wraps her mouth around my dick, hard again just for her.
The whole experience is erotic and more intimate than I’d ever experience with Lauren, even one on one.
When Fionn leans around to play with her clit she moans, the vibrations traveling through my cock. It’s all too much. The sensation, the feel of her, the sound of her moaning around my dick. I come into her mouth and she greedily swallows every last drop of me.
Afterwards we lie tangled around Savannah. She lays her head on my chest and I stroke her hair, her legs on Fionn as he massages her feet. Aiden nestled at her side.
This is my family.
My heart.
My home.
Epilogue: Savannah
Six months later…
We are officially the hottest holiday destination and wedding venue for “alternative relationships” in the northern hemisphere.
Polygamists. Open relationships. Gay, straight, bi, transgender, pansexual. We welcome all lifestyles here and we never judge.
Some of the kindest, most generous people I’ve ever met have walked cautiously through these doors. It makes me proud to see them walk back out with a self-assured smile on their faces knowing that there is at least one place in this world that will accept them for exactly who they are.
We have plans to expand, to build a series of enchanted woodland and fairy-themed cabins throughout the property. And we have a German company who wants to partner with us to open up a similar resort in the Black Forest of Germany.
The New Yorker even did a piece on our company and named me one of the world’s top 100 female entrepreneurs to watch. A note arrived shortly afterwards from my father congratulating me.
My parents are civil to me, although I have accepted that we’ll never have the kind of parent-daughter relationship that I crave.
It doesn’t matter, though. I found my family. I only wish that my sister Catherine could be here to see it. She would have felt right at home here.
“Fionn, grab the footstool for her, dammit,” Killian says as I lower myself and my giant belly onto the couch.
He’s adorable, fussing around me like a mother hen. Ordering Fionn and Aiden around. The other two take it all in their stride, though, and with good humor.
Fionn sets a footstool under my feet and begins to rub my toes. I let out a long groan as I sink farther back into the couch.
Aiden comes in from the kitchen, a huge bowl of vanilla ice cream sprinkled with Oreo pieces and pickles. Weird, yes, I know. But I crave it like crazy. Like I’m craving it right now.
He places it into my hands with a spoon and presses a kiss to my mouth. It’s like this man is in my friggin’ head.
“Oh my God, I love you,” I mumble as I shove the first spoonful into my mouth.
Fionn chuckles. “Was she talking to you or that ice cream?”
Aiden grins. “You know she only has eyes for food right now.”
I pout, a spoonful midway up to my mouth, then glance down to my widening body. A thread of worry goes through me. What if they don’t find me attractive anymore?
A gentle hand slides over mine. Aiden has lowered himself to my side.
“Savannah,” he says, “we don’t care. You are the most beautiful woman on this fucking planet. You are carrying our child. Eat. Sit. Relax. Let us take care of you for once.”
I drop the spoon into the bowl and lunge for Aiden, wrapping my arm around him and bursting into tears.
I feel Fionn at my other side, pulling the bowl of ice cream off my lap so it doesn’t spill. His hand slides onto my belly, and his presence warms me.
I feel Killian behind me, his breath on the back of my neck as he presses soft kisses behind my ear, sending shivers down my spine.
“Thank you. I love you,” I mumble.
Their whispered replies of “I love you, too,” fill up my heart.
The baby kicks and I let out a squeal, my fears forgotten. The three boys take turns pressing their palms on my belly to try to feel our child moving. He or she is being more active lately now that I’m two months away from giving birth.
I don’t know who the father is and I don’t care. Neither do my men. They are all this baby’s father. It will be the luckiest baby on this damn planet to be born into a home with so much love.
I will get to be the kind of mother I never had. My babies will have a loving father—three of them, actually!—that I never had.
I have never been so happy. Or felt so accepted.
I’ve learned, it doesn’t matter what the family looks like from the outside, as long as it’s bound together with love.
The End
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Excerpt of Professor’s Kiss
I was breathless by the time I got to the recording studio rooms at the college, my nerves jangling. I could already hear the strains of a guitar riff muffled through the door, meaning Danny was in the recording booth. I could imagine him hunched over his instrument, his long fingers strumming over the strings, the music an extension of his soul. His perfect lips pursed in concentration, lips that had almost claimed mine last night.
I took a steadying breath, forced my mind blank of all sexy thoughts and pushed open the door.
Just as I’d imagined, Danny was sitting on a stool in front of the microphone in the soundproof booth, a fitted black shirt stretched across his wide back, his muscular arms hugging the guitar to him like a lover. I could have stood there watching him forever.
He stopped playing when the door clicked shut behind me.
“Lock the door.” His voice was heavier than usual, more gravelly, sounding…rough. Almost angry. It scraped inside of me, making my insides feel hot and raw.
“W-What?”
He slid the guitar down to the small stand by his side and stood, rising to his full imposing height, before turning around slowly to pin me to the floor with two violent blue eyes.
“You heard me.”
I didn’t move. I couldn’t. I could barely breathe as he closed the gap between us in two long strides of his strong legs. He stood toe to toe with me. We weren’t touching but I could feel the thick heat of his presence soaking into my skin. It was enough to make me press farther back against the door. Nowhere to run. Then again, I could never run from Danny.
His hand brushed past my side, sending a riot of shivers through my core. I heard a click as the he locked us in the dim of the studio. His other hand pressed against the wall to the side of my head, caging me in.
“What are you doing?” I whispered.
“We.”
“What?”
“What we are doing. And you know what we are doing.”
He pressed his hips against mine and I could feel his erection hard against my lower belly. Oh, fuck.
Literally.
My eyes widened.
He nodded. “Something we should have done a long time ago.”
He lunged for my mouth. My hand came up between us before I knew what I was doing, trapping my fingers between his mouth and mine, my palm facing him. Like a cage. We were on either side. For now. Our breaths mingling.
He let out a growl. It wouldn’t hold him back for long. This thought made me squeeze my knees together, trying to dull the ache that had taken residence at the junction of my thighs.
“If we get caught…” I said.
“College empty. No one to catch us. Doors locked.” He licked my fingers, his tongue tracing the sensitive web between my fingers. That single action almost had me dribbling into a puddle.
“I…don’t know.”
“You want me. I want you. What don’t you know?”
So many things. I didn’t know whether I could handle it. Handle him. Mostly, I didn’t know whether once would be enough.
“Say yes, Ailis.” He nipped at my fingers, the bites getting harder until they bordered on pain. “Say. Yes.”
His knee worked its way between mine, his strong thigh coming to rest at the front of my ache. Then he pressed, his hardness swelling at my hip. I let out a groan. I wanted it. I wanted it so bad I thought I might pass out.
The words of Danny’s song echoed through my head.
If I shall, let me do so now,
For I may never walk this way again.
I would not let this chance pass. I could not. My soul would not let it. My body had already chosen him.
He would be my missed reckless youth. My rebellion. My caution thrown into the winds off the cliffs of Moher.
I would hate myself for saying yes.
I’d hate myself more for saying no.
I let my fingers slip down slowly, dragging at his full bottom lip, lowering the bars between us. Until there was nothing but shared breath.
“Yes.”
His mouth crushed against mine. Soft but firm. Giving but taking just as much. His tongue pressed against the seam of my lips demanding entrance. I let him in. His tongue meshed with mine and he pressed farther into me. My brain spun like we were careening out of control, my veins filling with a heady rush.
That’s when I realised I’d been living life muted up until now. Timid. Afraid. Still sitting in that hospital bed waiting to die. Still singing backup vocals in the corner in an old nowhere nothing pub. Still with my toes in shallow water. Don’t go too deep, Ailis. Stay near the shore.
With his hands on me, this reckless heat flooding through my veins, I felt wild. Free. Alive. With his breath in my lungs and his hands in my hair, I grew wings. I didn’t care about the eventual fall; I wanted to soar.
His hands pushed at the bag over my body, deft fingers tugging at the zip of my jacket before his hand slipped inside, cupping my breast.
I groaned. So did he.
My fingers dug into his broad, hard shoulders and I ground myself into his thigh, taking. Demanding. He pushed back, rubbing his hardness against me, his hand pushing into the top of my shirt to cup my breast. Skin on skin. Pinching my nipple through his fingers. An ache unlike anything I’d ever imagine ripped through me, making me lose my mind, all my senses blurring into one.
I heard the distant sound of a door opening.
And froze.
That single noise was a crack in this fragile bubble, reality seeping in, pouring cold water all over me.
I tugged back, he released my bottom lip with a soft pop.
“What are we doing?” I whispered.
I wasn’t even sure what I was asking. What were we doing about to get naked in the recording studio? Were we about to have sex? Or was my question bigger than that?
What are we doing?
He smirked. “Do you need a biology lesson, Dearg?”
He lunged for my mouth again but I turned my head.
“Danny…”
I wasn’t a virgin. I’d had some…experiences. Dated a guy or two for a while. Tried a few one-night stands. I wasn’t a prude, but I definitely wasn’t as experienced as Danny was. I was fumbling here.
He let out a sigh, tugging his hand from my shirt. I felt the loss of him all over my body.
He ran his hand through his hair. “We both know I’m not a boyfriend kind of guy.”
“So we…” I waved between us, at his bulge in his jeans. “…once and then pretend like nothing happened?”
He grinned and it was wolfish. “Not once. The things I want to do to you will take more than once. But…” His grin disappeared. “No expecting a relationship.”
Even in my wildest dreams, I’d not considered Danny as the man I’d marry. At least, not this Danny. Maybe when I’d been fifteen. But the Danny I had fallen for once was gone.
I let out a laugh. “I don’t want a relationship with you, Danny. Let’s face it. You’d be the worst bo
yfriend ever.”
He tensed.
“I don’t mean that in a bad way,” I clarified.
His brows lowered into a frown. “What other way could I take it?”
“I just mean, you’re on the verge of your career. You and I both know that you’re only biding your time in Dublin at this school until you stun the world with your first solo album. Then it’ll be touring and gigs all over the world. You’ll barely have time for yourself, let alone a girlfriend.” The words I spoke were fat, bitter pills, each one swallowed dry. “And me too,” I continued, surprised at how casual my voice was. “I don’t want a boyfriend.” Isn’t that the excuse I gave Ethan?
“So, we’re clear on what this is and isn’t.”
I nodded.
Danny slipped a hand around the back of my neck, gripping me, forcing me to look at him. “Can you handle this, Dearg?”
Could I?
Could I give him my body and keep back everything else? Could I wall up my heart from him?
I gave him a smirk and with as much bravado as I could muster, said, “Can you handle it…professor?”
That was all he needed. His eyes turned dark, a growl resting in his throat, before he claimed my mouth again, his hands hungry in their exploration of my body.
“Damn clothes,” he muttered, his hands stealing underneath the hem of my shirt and pushing up.
“Not here,” I managed to get out in between stolen breaths.
“Door’s locked.” The shirt kept rising.
I pushed his hand down. “Not. Here.”
He cussed under his breath. “You are going to be the death of me.”
I raised an eyebrow at him. “Really? After all these years, you want to do it against a door?”
