Turning my head slightly, I was face-to-face with both my funny man and caveman. “And, Ell,” Arden stated, “he may be a scary son of a bitch to look at sometimes, but he is the most caring lover you’ll ever have; even more so than me.”
I smiled, knowing that Arden was right. “I love you two so much! Don’t ever let me give you up again.”
Daimen interjected, “You better get used to us because we’re never going to let go of you.”
And just like that, Arden laid on his back, and Daimen picked me up, and I enveloped his cock. It was no time until my caveman entered me gently. His care to stretch me but to pleasure me at the same time was heart-wrenching but in the best way. The sensation of both men inside me was something I couldn’t describe but felt like heaven and sin combined—if that was possible.
Who could’ve ever guessed these men, different as night and day, could be my everything? In them was all I’d ever wanted. It might have taken us a while to get here, but most things in life were worth the risk. In the dark chocolate eyes of my caveman and the sweet ocean blues of my funny man was my future. One that would always include the need for all three of us to balance us in whatever life might throw our way.
Epilogue
18 Months Later
Elliot
Scarlet was tugging on my zipper. Fuck, this dress fit a week ago when I went in for my final fitting. Of course, this was a concern of mine when Scarlet tried to comfort me. “No worries, Ell, this is why we have the seamstress here.”
“She even left some room for me.” I was not going to cry and smear my makeup. But I was mad at myself that I didn’t have the fitting the day before the wedding as I’d first wanted.
“I know, but you’re growing many babies inside you,” Scarlet said as her magic fingers pulled the zipper up, and by some miracle, I could still breathe.
“Who thought a wedding ceremony while I was six months pregnant was a good idea?”
Scarlet laughed at me. “If I remember right, the boys have been trying to get you to do this for some time.”
“Ah, shit, Scarlet, isn’t there a rule about the bride always being right on her wedding day?” My question baffled her at first.
“I think it’s the customer who’s always right,” she teased, and I shot my deadly glare. “Ah, you know, now that I think about it, I read that in the maid of honor handbook just yesterday. It must have slipped my mind.”
The laughter was what I needed. “Good save this time, Scar,” I teased. But as quickly as I had just been laughing, my body turned on me, and tears started flowing down my face, streaking my makeup.
“Ell, what’s wrong?” Scar asked.
“I don’t know. Damn hormones, I guess. I mean, I’m marrying the loves of my life. How can I not cry for joy?” Then I asked the one question plaguing me.” But did they show up?” Of course, I was speaking of my family.
“I’m sorry, Ell, besides your brother and Andrew’s family, there’s no one else.”
“I told myself I wouldn’t be upset.” And it was true. My family had given me the axiomatic fuck you, sneering at my choices in life when I decided to choose love over their hypocritical beliefs.
“I know, and you’re right. Everyone is happy. You found your happily ever after, and Andrew found his too. It’s how it should be. I love my new family, you, and Andrew, and my guys, and these creatures growing in my belly.” Scarlet was right. I had so much more than I’d ever hoped.
“If you’re good in here, I’m heading to go check on your men. How does that sound?” Looking at the red curls framing her face, I counted myself lucky to call Scar one of my closest friends. Yes, I was blessed by those who were in my life.
My eyes followed her to the door. “Can you send Levi back? I wanted to speak to him before the service.” At least I had one family member here to support me.
“Sure, I’ll have someone find him. I haven’t seen him in a while.”
The door was open to the hallway, where my men were forbidden from entering. I saw her cross paths with one who loved her like she deserved. I watched him caress her cheek, and she gave him a kiss. “Could you do me a big favor, sweetheart? Can you go get Levi for me? I’m not sure where he is—gonna check on the grooms.” Her guy smiled her way, and it was how my men looked at me.
As he brought Levi to me, he leaned in and gave me a kiss. “You look beautiful, Ell.” He turned to find Scarlet, but his eyes lingered on Levi longer than normal, and that in and of itself made me smile too.
We’d all agreed on the penthouse for our wedding. I mean, some called it a commitment ceremony since it wasn’t legal, but I called it what it was—my fucking wedding day. It was the one place we knew to start our life together, sharing it with everyone.
“You’re so happy, little sister.” I hated him calling me this since I was only seven minutes younger than him. “You deserve it.” He kissed me on the cheek and continued, “And fuck our parents and our family. Fuck them all—I’m here. Your men love you more than the air they breathe. You have a family. It might not be the shitshow you were born into, but it’s better.”
My brother always did have a way with words that could put a smile on my face that cured old wounds at the same time. He reached for my hand, escorting me out of the room and down the hallway where Arden and Daimen were waiting for me.
He placed me in the middle of them and shook both men’s hands. “Take good care of my little sister.”
Lust took over, and the pregnancy hormones made me want to tell our guests to give us an extra half an hour. “You two look freaking amazing.” Then I looked over at my brother. “I love you for worrying about me, Big Bro.”
“I’ll always worry about you, Ell, but now, not so much.” He’d given me a kiss before finding his people and sitting between them.
“I think our future wife looks good enough to eat,” Arden joked.
“Let’s get this show on the road because the sooner we marry you, the sooner we can make love to our wife.” Daimen’s dark features were about to eat Arden too. “And we’re utilizing our playroom tonight!”
Arden leaned into both of us, his dimples showing off his playfulness. “Can we make love to her, then fuck her brains out?” he asked.
There went my panties. They were going to be soaked for the rest of the day. And if both men continued to undress me with their eyes, I’d honestly be kicking guests out after the ceremony. Being pregnant made me hornier. Was that even possible?
I continued to redden with all the nasty things I was going to do to my husbands, even six months pregnant with triplets. I blushed, bringing them close to me as I said, “Well, you better marry me before I turn into a beached whale.”
Sandwiched between the loves of my life, Daimen’s sensibility won out. “You glow, you know that? With our babies inside you, you’re fucking gorgeous, little girl.” He kissed my cheek, bringing me in, then whispered dirty nothings in my ear.
My funny man could not be outdone, not on our wedding day. He leaned around me, sneaking a kiss from Daimen. And of course, he had to bring humor too. “First off, you’re not really a beached whale. But it wouldn’t fucking matter if you were. As long as you’re our beached whale, it’s all we’ll ever care about. We fucking love you, hot stuff, don’t ever forget it.”
Bonus Epilogue
8 Years Later
Elliot
“Hot stuff, come out, come out wherever you are.” My funny man’s voice roared through our house. Having kids made us re-evaluate our life and when outdoor time became more important than our penthouse the three of us loved, we moved to the suburbs.
To say our life revolved around the triplets would be an understatement. I worked from home three days a week when the kids were in school, and the guys rotated one day a week at home. Regardless of the children being in school, sickness and doctor appointments always dictated someone’s day. And, it was the only thing we’d ever considered.
Plus, we took turns with ca
rpool, and all three of us made it our mission to be home when our three joys walked through the door. However, we’d also started a new form of entertainment the past few years. Whoever didn’t have afternoon pickup would meet back at the house an hour before the hurricanes we named Sadie, Gage, and Harper returned from school.
Daimen was on car duty today and even texted to tell us he was giving us an extra half hour, taking our spawns out for ice cream because they’d gotten all A’s and B’s on their report cards.
When it was just Arden and me, we played hide and seek. It was our own little thing. He’d whip into our house, search for me, and his reward—his completely naked wife.
“Hot stuff, we have an extra half an hour but don’t think I’m spending that time searching for you when I could be fucking you!” he yelled, and I was glad that we decided after our maid Marta walked in on our naughty afternoon fun and games that we ended all maid service at 3 p.m.
I never made it terribly hard for him because he was hard enough when he found me. I’d normally giggle or leave him hints throughout the house. But with Andrew taking some time off for his own family over the next month, I’d been swamped with new designs for a job in Atlanta.
And of course, because we were never away from each other for longer than forty-eight hours—Daimen’s rule—I was scheduled for the major job during the summer where we’d all live in the hot fucking humidity of the South for three months. But we’d be together.
Soon enough, Arden had entered the laundry room, and I was spread eagle on the washing machine and his smirk turned into his “I can’t wait to eat you out because you’re at the right level for me” grin. After being with this man for ten years, I knew how he thought.
And I was right. His face planted at my pussy. One hand found my nipples, tweaking them in a painful pleasure I’d found stimulating over the years, and the other was inside me while his tongue circled my clit.
“Fuck, funny man. You still got it.”
He leaned back, just enough to stop the building orgasm. “And you doubted I still had it?”
“Well, no, it’s just a saying! And get back to what you’re doing. I need many orgasms to get past this new fucking math they are teaching the triplets.”
“It’s Friday, Ell, no homework,” he added, stopping what he was doing to stare at me.
“Then I’ll store it up for Monday. Get back to work,” I demanded.
One loud roar of his laughter radiated the little laundry room when his tongue began to work my clit again, and my hand held onto his hair for dear life.
* * *
My head was in Arden’s lap when the commotion of three eight-year-olds bolted into our house. “Mommy, Daddy—look at my report card. All A’s!” Harper chimed, and if there was ever a mirror image of myself, it was Harper Grace Blakely-Torano. Her dark blonde curls framed her face and made her sparkling green eyes catch everyone’s attention; especially both her daddy’s.
“Show-off!” Gage spouted. Sports were his thing. School not so much, but we worked with him, and more so, he tried so hard for the grades he had.
“Gage Henry,” Daimen started with a deep warning lacing his voice, “bud, I told you that was enough. We’re proud of each and every one of you. Anyway, you got your math and reading grade up. Four B’s and two A’s is awesome,” Daimen said, his tone changing throughout his pep talk.
Arden was off the couch, taking him in his arms. “Sport, I’m so proud of you. You can’t compare yourself to Harper. She got your mommy’s brains. And unfortunately, you got mine. Sorry about that …” he teased, and Gage’s blue eyes matched his daddy’s.
Sadie, our clean freak, was unloading her backpack and lunch box when I called for her. “Sadie Hope, can I see your report card too?” Knowing Sadie, like Harper, she’d not be happy with anything besides all A’s.
In her little frown and the brown eyes that mimicked Daimen’s, she moped around the corner. “I got a B in Science. I hate that class so much.”
I opened my arms for her, and she ran into them, tears streaming down her sweet face. “Sadie, science is hard. We’ll get it up, don’t you worry. Pops is a whiz at that, right?” I asked Daimen.
“Yeah, Sades, you and me—this weekend—okay, kiddo?” Seeing this hard ass of a man melt at his kids caused my ovaries to yearn for more babies. “But for now, remember I told you I had a surprise for you?”
All three forgot their grades as they jumped up and down. “Auntie Daria is in town. She’s taking you for the night.” No one was more loved than Auntie Daria in the eyes of our kids. Plus, Auntie Daria meant a night in our dungeon, our new playroom we created in our new house. Even Arden and I wanted to jump up and down at this, but we restrained, though the look the three of us shared told us we were all on the same page.
* * *
Having triplets certainly presented challenges along the way, but I’d never do it any different. When we sat down to discuss growing our family, we were barely engaged, but I recognized at thirty-two after agreeing to forever with my men, I wanted everything.
Not only that, I wanted to give them everything. There were many options, and in the end, mother nature won out, and I got pregnant. We were trying and during ovulation, we were free, both men trying to impregnate me. And because I was a twin, I’d hoped for multiple babies, knowing that whoever was not the biological dad of our first baby—would be the bio dad of the next one we had. What happened next, I could have never planned.
With the triplets, we were stunned—because one looked just like Daimen and the other one looked like the carbon copy of Arden. Of course, to make matters more challenging, one mimicked me in every sense. After DNA tests, which we weren’t sure we wanted since we were done with three babies, we couldn’t take the suspense. We wondered if two of the triplets had different dads, which technically was scientifically possible, though it was very rare. The test results still shocked us.
It wasn’t hard to figure out who belonged to who. Sadie with her olive complexion, chocolates like her Pop’s eyes, and the serious nature—was Daimen’s through and through. Gage with his playfulness and eyes as blue as the ocean certainly had Arden’s DNA written all over him. Harper, on the other hand, was the wild card of the bunch. She was certainly my twin, but with her lighter features like Arden, we’d always assumed he was the bio daddy. Though that was not what the test results revealed. But it never mattered because Arden’s love for Daimen ran so deep, his love for Sadie and Harper was like it was with Gage. Daimen never looked at the three and thought of Gage as not his own—Daimen was the fiercest father ever and it showed through in every hug, kiss, and stern lecture he’d ever doled out to our kids.
It was Arden’s idea, of course, when it came to naming the three when he claimed, “There are three of them, and three of us. Each person gets to name the baby whatever we want.” And when we drew for the sex, knowing we were having two girls and one boy—Arden was thrilled to have the boy’s name. Sure, Gage would not have been my first choice, but it was better than some of the names Arden threatened us with like Jasper and Fuel. I couldn’t imagine my little jokester now as anything but Gage Henry. The middle name was chosen for Arden’s dad—a gentle man like his son who also was credited for the man Daimen became.
I named Sadie Hope after a little girl I used to babysit in the summers. It was simple and easy, and she embodied her name perfectly. There was this seriousness about her, and she could put her siblings in place with just a deep glare.
Harper Grace was Daimen’s choice. He never gave a reason for Harper except he liked the way it sounded. Grace was after Daria, and with the tightness he shared with both his siblings, he told us it was a no-brainer. Harper, of course, was an overachiever like me and Daimen.
We have acres and acres of land as close to Chicago as we could get. Price, of course, for my men was never an issue. I went to town, designing a contemporary house boasting seven thousand square feet. I never understood why we needed so much land
until—well, that was a story for another day.
Arden and Daimen gave me all creative authority in the design process. Their only request was a room in the basement that was all ours. Because it was in our basement, we started to call it our Dungeon Playroom, and it was our own little playground of limitless fun.
We had to secure it, and secure it we did. There was a door we kept locked, leading to another door that only our handprints and a secure passcode could open. There was no need to scar our kids for life. But, hell, just because I was a mom didn’t mean I was dead from the desires my two guys stirred within me.
* * *
Daria came and went in five minutes, taking the kids to her downtown apartment where she stayed when she wasn’t on a book tour. Pizza at the only place Daria ate a deep-dish Chicago pie at— Lou Malnati’s Pizza and then laser tag was on the agenda for the evening. Afterward, the mother in me didn’t want to imagine how much sugar Daria was letting them have, but it would be okay—or so I told myself that. They saw her so seldom now that she was a jet-setter—all over the place with her books inspired by our life.
The second they were gone, Daimen took me by the hand, Arden closing in behind us as we made our way downstairs. We never used our dungeon with the kids in the house, but between all their aunts and uncles who lived awfully close, they tended to have sleepovers with their many cousins.
“Little girl, naked,” Daimen demanded between the two doors I always undressed. The second I entered his domain, I kneeled. Throughout the years, our playroom time had included more BDSM, and I loved it. More so, in the playroom, Daimen was in charge of everyone, but my funny man had become very dominant of me. It turned out my controlling caveman loved watching my funny man control me over the years. Daimen had a “fucking” table made just for me. My love of anal sex had grown too, especially when they were both inside me at the same time. I loved the naughty fuckers in front of me.
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