“May we?” asked Tyler. “May we come in?”
I stepped aside, nodding wordlessly. Might as well. It didn’t matter if I was late to work. The truth is, I didn’t care anymore, my soul a piece of lead.
The alphas filed in, and suddenly my living room was too small, the air hot. But they were calm and collected, lowering those massive frames onto the sofa.
“We know what you said last night Katie, but there’s more,” began Mason.
Hesitantly, I sat.
“Okay,” came my slow word. “So what did you have in mind?”
My nerves were getting the best of me. Had they come back to tell me they’d changed their minds? Because they could have saved themselves the trip instead of letting me see what I’d be missing one last time. Cruel, just cruel.
But taking a deep breath, Mason spoke first. Was I imagining things or was he actually a little nervous? Imagine that! Usually nothing got under their skin, but there was definitely something edgy in the air today.
“We were wrong last night,” he began. “I get it. We get it. It was painful and we regret that.”
I raised an eyebrow at them.
“It was painful,” I said slowly. “But I can’t expect you to understand. Your life is so different from mine,” I managed to choke out. “You live in the big city with billions of people. There are bright lights everywhere, a Starbucks on every street corner. Here in Knox,” I managed, “we don’t even have Starbucks. We have Old Joe’s Coffee Shop.”
The alphas shook their heads.
“Honey, who cares about Starbucks? Why are you even talking about that?
I took a deep breath.
“I guess I’m just trying to get across that I understand. Knox is nothing like New York City, so it makes sense. We have different values. We have different ideas of what the good life is, and what it should be. I forgive you,” I said softly. “I forgive you just the same.”
The billionaires looked thunderstruck then, paralyzed almost. Taking a deep breath, I continued.
“I forgive you,” came my words again. “I can’t expect you to understand my wants and need when you have no basis to understand. Your backgrounds are different. Your needs and wants are different, heck, the way people treat you is different. But I’m a certain way, and what we want doesn’t match.”
Mason stared at me coolly. Oh shit, my speech hadn’t gone down well. They were going to grind me into the dust and make me feel like the dumbest person on the planet.
But men who love you don’t do that. They don’t treat you like crap. Because he nodded slowly.
“Everything you said is true, baby girl, except one thing. And that’s that you love us, and we love you. So you’re missing a big part of the puzzle.”
I gulped heavily then, blood rushing hotly through my veins. My head dropped as my hands wrung themselves in my lap.
“Yes, that’s true,” came my small voice. “But it’s not enough. All the love in the world can’t change that we’re from different planets. Men are from Mars and women are from Venus, get it?” I choked, raising tear-stained eyes. “I’m from Pluto and you guys are from Jupiter.”
The guys stared at me.
“Honey, you have been reading too many women’s magazines. What’s with the planetary stuff?” drawled Kane.
“Yeah,” rumbled Tyler. “I thought we were all from Earth.”
I snapped then.
“FYI, there’s a very famous book by a very famous psychologist called Men Are From Mars and Women Are From Venus. It’s all about working together and trying to resolve your issues, not that I would expect you to know,” came my snappy reply.
Mason stepped in then.
“Calm, calm,” he soothed. “We’re here to make stuff work, not break out into arguments about aliens.”
I got mad then, real mad. Bouncing up, the riot act spewed from my lips, steam boiling from my ears.
“Get out,” I breathed angrily. “Get out. Clearly this is a waste of time. Get back on your fancy private jet and leave.”
But Kane held up his hands this time.
“Naw honey, no need to bust a joint. All we’re saying is that you’re poetic and lyrical, which is something we’re not. We’re simple folk,” he added, gesturing to the three of them. “We don’t get poetry, not at all. Can you be a little more direct, baby girl? Do it for us.”
That made my temperature go up even more.
“Here’s direct for you,” I hissed. “Get out now. NOW! GET OUT!”
But how in the world was one tiny brunette going to move three large alpha males? The billionaires stayed seated, watching me lose my cool, and shit, but they were amused by the whole thing.
“Gotta love it,” rumbled Kane. “She’s a beauty when she’s mad.”
“Absolutely,” agreed Mason, his eyes trailing hotly over my heaving form. “Full of sass and fire, just our type.”
And finally Tyler stepped in.
“Calm down, pretty girl,” he soothed. “Because we’re here to say we’re moving to Knox. That’s right,” he added after my surprised gasp. “The three of us are packing up and moving in, whether or not you’re ready.”
I stood frozen, unable to speak.
“You’re mo-moving here?” came my stutter.
“Well, not here here,” said Kane with an amused tone. “I mean, honey, this is a one-bedroom. A nice one-bedroom, sure, but you can’t expect the four of us to squeeze into six hundred square feet.”
But I was in no mood for jokes.
“What are you talking about?” I asked in a low voice. “Don’t pull my leg please, not anymore.”
And suddenly all three men were serious.
“Baby, we’re not as depraved as you think,” began Kane.
“Or we are,” corrected Tyler. “But we want to change our ways.”
“Because sweetheart, we’ve lived long enough as complete assholes. We’ve always had things go our way, and sure, it was a little weird when you weren’t interested. Okay, more than a little weird, a lot weird. We were freaked out,” rumbled Mason.
“More than freaked out,” added Kane wryly. “Completely fucked up. We couldn’t figure out why.”
I was silent for a moment.
“So you’re moving to Knox because …?” my voice drifted off.
And Tyler took a deep breath then.
“Because we love you, baby girl, and we didn’t do right by you the first time around. Like morons, we went around doing what we’ve always done. Using girls. Giving them gifts. Expecting them to be on call afterwards.”
“How could you do that?” I asked in a trembling voice. “You were leaving without saying goodbye. Without even a goodbye.”
The three men grew serious then, leaning in close, blue eyes fierce.
“It was a mistake,” growled Mason. “We shouldn’t have. And we’re here to make it up to you. To show how much we care, we’re moving here, to tiny Knox, Tennessee. Effective immediately.”
I sat back then, unable to believe my ears.
“But why?” I asked plaintively. “Or how? I don’t get it, this is all so sudden.”
But the men were gentle.
“Honey, we treated you like all the other girls, and it was startling when you didn’t cave. Normally, it wouldn’t be a big deal. You didn’t want the emerald necklace? Fine, exchange it for a ruby one. You want a different apartment? Fine, just ask your broker to send some floorplans. So when you didn’t get on board, it threw us for a loop.”
“But a good loop,” interrupted Tyler. “A real good one. Because we realized that things were gonna have to change. We want to make a commitment to you, baby girl, to do something that means something. And moving our ops down here is the ultimate sacrifice, upending our lives to show you how much we care.”
I shook my head, lips trembling.
“But I don’t want that from you,” came my low voice. “It’s not about sacrifice. You belong in New York. I belong here. It’s just
the way things are, I get it.”
If I’d surprised the men before, then they were doubly surprised now.
“No, honey, you’re not listening,” rumbled Tyler gently.
But that wasn’t true.
“I can’t ask this of you,” were my slow words. “You’ll resent me forever if you move. You’ll hate it here. It’s not just that we don’t have a Starbucks, but we don’t even have any ATMs. If you want to go to the bank, you park your car, get out, and go in to see a live teller. You talk to a human being. It’s different down here and I don’t expect you to understand. So don’t do this for me, please. You’ll just hate it after two months and hate me too.”
But that’s when all three men got on their knees, surrounding my form. Tyler took my left hand, Mason took my right. And Kane placed a possessive fist on my thigh, the three men marking me as theirs all over again.
“Sweetheart, that’s where you have it all wrong. We’re not doing this for you. We’re doing it for us. Don’t you get it? We’ve been leading fucked up lives for so long that when something good happened, we couldn’t even see. You were like a gift from the heavens, landing squarely in our laps, and yet we were such idiots that we almost let you get away. So this isn’t for you baby girl. This is for us.”
I was stunned then, staring at the men, heart racing.
“For you?” I asked weakly. “You’re doing this for you?”
The billionaires nodded, blue eyes penetrating.
“We want to change sweetheart. This visit to Knox is the best thing that’s happened in a long time because it brought us you. It let us see a different way of life, where generosity has nothing to do with money. Where giving means helping others, without expecting something in return. That’s the kind of life we want to lead, baby girl, and you’re the woman we want at our side.”
I was flabbergasted.
“But what – what caused this?” I asked softly. “I mean, what made you think this way?”
At that, the billionaires laughed a little.
“I think we were always this way,” began Kane. “But we lost sight of our roots.”
“Remember, we built our empires using bare hands,” added Mason. “Brick by brick, stone by stone. It’s been a long time since we were upstarts, but once upon a time, we were simple men, and the simple things in life brought us joy. But after so long as assholes,” he added wryly, “you lose sight.”
“So that’s why we love you,” finished Tyler. “Sweet, sweet Katie with the big brown eyes and innocent ways. You remind us of what really matters, and what’s really going to make us happy. And that’s you, baby girl. That’s being here with you, living the good life, exploring the future.”
And with that my heart raced furiously, tears rolling down my cheeks in streams.
The alphas looked stricken.
“What is it?” rasped Tyler. “Why are you crying?”
“Oh shit,” said Mason in an anguished growl. “We completely fucked up, didn’t we? I’m sorry, honey, I’m so sorry.”
But it wasn’t that. They were tears of joy this time, tears of belief and positivity. Because my billionaires were willing to uproot themselves, to move massive amounts of money and people, only to start over here, in little Knox, Tennessee. Who’d have thought it possible? Who’ve thought that three men would uproot their lives for me? Because I had nothing to offer but my heart and soul, my everything theirs.
But evidently, that was more than enough because suddenly I was laughing and crying at the same time.
“I love you too,” came my choked words. “And yes, I want you to stay. I desperately want you to re-locate here. I don’t want to be – to be some woman of the night, someone you fly in and fuck before taking off.”
“You’ll never be that,” growled Mason tenderly, kissing my forehead. “Never. You mean too much to us.”
“We’ll never do that to you,” assured Kane, placing a kiss on my neck. “Absolutely not.”
And Tyler was last.
“All we ask,” he rumbled, blue eyes hot, “Is that you give yourself to us in marriage. Because honey, we have to make it legal before man and god and everyone else that matters. Will you, sweetheart?” he asked, eyes searching. “Will you, Katie Evans, marry us?”
And what could I say but yes? Passionately, I kissed each one, whispering my promises, my hopes and dreams against their lips. Because this relationship started out as a fling, nothing more. I hooked up at my best friend’s wedding with not one, but three hot alphas. It was never supposed to be more than a dalliance, a quick roll in the hay and nothing more.
But somewhere along the way, Mason, Tyler, Kane and I fell in love. It’s untraditional, yes, but our adoration is magnified because there are four people. Our understanding is deeper, more complex and yet more simple as well because with four minds and four hearts, there’s a multiplicity of support, so much that it sustains us through difficult times, carrying the raft when we hit stormy waters.
So yes, I’m getting married to the men of my dreams. Can you believe it? Tyler, Kane and Mason came to a small-town wedding, expecting nothing but forty-eight hours of boredom before jetting off once more on their private plane. But instead, the unexpected happened. The three groomsmen stayed, and came out with a beautiful, blushing bride on the other end.
And as for me? All I can say is that I count myself incredibly lucky. Lucky in life and lucky in love, always and forever now. Because the alpha billionaires are truly the best men a woman could ever have.
EPILOGUE
Katie
One year later …
“Ahhh! Ahhh! Right there, Kane! Yes!” Kane’s fat cock thrust into my ass and it felt so good as I perched on my hands and knees, eyes squeezed shut, taking the deep drill. “Ahhhh!”
And as Kane’s hips pistoned, my body literally jolting forwards with every thrust, Mason stuffed a pillow beneath my stomach, making sure there was plenty of support. But suddenly Kane stopped all movement, dicktip dripping heavily against my thigh.
“You okay?” he panted, gripping my hips to peer at my face. “Baby, did I hurt you?” His hand rubbed my bare ass worriedly, as if that might help.
Because early when I first got pregnant, there were stories. Don’t jump up and down, the baby will get motion sickness. Don’t drink cold water, babies only like warm. And best of all: don’t do vaginal, forceful thrusts will crater the child’s head.
So we were careful, in a way. No more vaginal, only anal, and I’ve been getting it in my back end for a couple months straight now. It’s fantastic, my asshole’s so loose and hungry these days, dying for cock.
Because one of those old wives’ tales was actually correct. Pregnant women are horny. Crazy horny, and as a result, I’m begging for anal two, three times a day now, the huge basketball in my belly a turn-on to my husbands.
“Unnnh,” I moaned again, head dropping. “Put it back in, I hate when I’m empty. Put it back in my ass,” came my pleading voice.
And Kane obliged, probing my anus with his glans before sliding forwards in one, smooth thrust.
“Unnh!” we grunted in unison. “Unnh, unnh!”
“Fuck baby girl,” Kane rasped, leaning forwards heavily. “Your butthole is so fucking tight even after being fucked relentlessly.”
And I giggled then, a cry of ecstasy mixed with the laughter. Because this is my life now. I live with my three husbands in a mansion on the outskirts of Knox. People probably think we’re weird, or at least they did at first. Three guys with one woman? Who does that?
But the thing is that everyone knows that I’m married. Because a few weeks after our great revelation, the four of us went to City Hall, me in a white dress, and Mason, Kane in Tyler in grey morning suits. And yes, there was a marriage certificate signed, although with which man, I’ll never tell.
Because in my heart and head, I’m married to all three. We share our hopes and our dreams, our joys and our fears, and nothing so mundane as a marriage certifi
cate will limit me to only one man. So as a result, in my soul, I’ve given myself to three alpha billionaires, three men who are tasked with keeping me happy and sated.
And it hasn’t been easy recently. Like I said, with the pregnancy, I’ve been so much hornier, craving dick morning, noon and night. But Mason, Tyler, and Kane are champs, and the men service me all the time, licking my pussy, feeding me cock, pumping me full of sperm whenever I need. It’s the only thing that keeps me calm these days, their jism my special nutrition.
So yeah, the townspeople probably think were nuts, and in a way we are. But no one says anything because my three husbands moved their companies down to Knox, creating thousands of jobs and providing economically for hundreds of families. So talking bad about the boss seems like a bad idea, if you get what I mean. Insulting his wife? Insulting his unborn child? A huge mistake, full stop.
And as for my non-profit, it’s everything I dreamed of. I’ve got a safe place to meet with kids, to work with them on developing life skills and showing them that someone cares. Right now, I’m off on maternity leave so close to my due date, but after the baby’s born, I’ll be back at my desk, ready to give and give again.
Because that’s what life is about. The four of us give, share, and explore generously, with open and full hearts. And yes, our lifestyle is difficult for people to understand at first. But all I know is that these men make me the best version of myself, and I do the same for them as well.
So if anything, our loving is even more mindblowing, more intense, fully understanding what we mean to one another.
“Ummm,” I moaned once more, pressing my face into the coverlet. “Oh god, yes!”
And with that, Kane exploded in my behind, blasting sperm up my spasming rectum.
“Aw fuck,” he gasped. “Aw fuck fuck fuck.”
But the thing is, my billionaires know how to share like pros. And sharing my body is their specialty. Because in seconds, Kane was out and Mason was in, thrusting his thickness into my anus.
“Ahhh!” I let out an agonized cry. “Oh god, it feels so good!”
And in seconds, Mason blasted as well, his goopy deposit joining Kane’s.
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