by Rye Hart
“Yes. Yes. Holy shit. Oh, fuck!”
My pussy swallowed his cock whole, and his hips began to stutter. Our foreheads fell together, and we breathed one another’s air. Luke’s grunts and groans filled the room and draped over my sweating skin. I watched him pull his hand from my pussy, his thumb glistening with my juices. I milked him. Squeezed around him. Gasped and groaned and trembled at his mercy. He placed his thumb against my lips, and I licked myself off him, then his lips captured mine once more.
And I felt his body still against mine.
Heat pooled in my gut as he filled me with his cum. So much of it that when his cock jumped, it sprayed his juices from between my legs. I fell weakly against the coffee table, my half-hooded eyes gazing up into his.
“I love you,” I said breathlessly.
Then I saw that telltale grin I loved so much of his creep across his cheeks.
He slid from between my legs, and in an instant, I was off the table. A pair of thick, strong arms were wrapped around me before my body was barreled into the wall. A pair of icy blue eyes met mine before a chuckle fell from his lips.
Logan.
My strong, stubborn, dominant Logan.
He wasted no time in sliding his cock into me, and it felt so right. His teeth bit into my neck. Marked my tits. His thick cock threatened to split me in two as he pounded into me. Making the walls rattle so hard pictures came crashing down. My legs wrapped around him. My heels dug into his back. My nails curled into the tops of his hands while his mouth marked every inch of my skin he could find.
“Logan! Logan. Oh, don’t stop that. Yes. Right there. There. There. There!”
“Scream for me, my sweet Sam. Say my name again.”
“Logan!”
“Again.”
“Logan, please,” I said with a whimper.
“Louder!”
“Fuck me, Logan! Please!”
With each snap, my tits bounced against him. He pinned me to the wall with his broad chest and thrust his cock into my pussy. I dripped down him. My body ached for him. The lines of pain and pleasure blurred, leaving me in a hazy, lust-filled trance. My head fell forward onto his, and he caught it, never once letting up in his assault. Our lips connected. Time after time. Until my lips were swollen and aching from the pressure. His tongue tasted sweet. His lips were the perfect texture to suckle on.
“I love you. I love you. I love you, Sam.”
“Oh, Logan. I love you!”
I exploded around him, orgasming so hard that my body triggered his release. He filled me with his seed until it ran from between my legs. He collapsed against me and set me back down onto my feet before kissing me deeply and tenderly.
“I love you, Sam. I always have.”
I cupped his cheek as a sleepy smile crossed my face.
“And I love you, Logan. Always.”
I collapsed into a chair and closed my eyes, trying to get my breathing under control. I felt a pair of strong hands lift me and settle me on all fours on the ground. I opened my eyes and looked as Logan, Luke, and Liam gazed back at me with such satisfied smiles on their faces I nearly laughed.
But before, I could make a sound, Levi slid his thick, engorged cock into my pussy to the hilt. His hands gripped my hips as he pounded into me over and over again.
“Oh fuck, Levi, yes,” I called out as I pushed back into him, meeting him thrust for thrust.
His balls slapped wildly against my ass as he fucked me with abandon and I loved every second of it. I lowered myself onto one elbow and reached the other hand under and between my legs. Before I could get my fingers to my clit, however, a hand swatted me away.
“Oh no, princess, that’s my job,” Levi said.
Setting a breath-stealing pace with his hips, he flicked a finger over my clit and I tripped over the edge.
“Oh fuck! Fuck Levi!” I screamed as I came around his cock, soaking his balls with my juices.
He grunted and slammed himself into me twice more before unleashing a roar and unloading himself inside of me.
He slid from me and I felt him lift me from the floor, as my body sagged with exhaustion and my vision darkened at the edges.
“I think she’s awake,” Levi said.
“Sam, you good?” Logan asked.
A sloppy smile crossed my cheeks, and a giggle fell from my lips.
“Mhm,” I said.
“How are you feeling?” Liam asked.
“Mmmm,” I said.
“Don’t think she can talk yet,” Luke said.
“Mm-mm,” I said.
“Then why don’t you listen?” Liam asked.
“Hummmm,” I said with a groan.
“We’re all going to be here for you,” Luke said.
“And we’re all going to help you raise this baby,” Levi said.
“We’ll be here through the pregnancy, and whether you want it or not, someone is always going to be checking up on you,” Logan said.
“But no matter what, know this,” Liam said. “We love you. All of us. You’ll never be alone again. And it doesn’t matter if your life plan doesn’t work out. We’ll help you make a new one.”
I giggled and shook my head as I burrowed further into the covers.
“No matter what,” Luke said, “we’ll be here. Because we love you, Sam. You’re the only girl for us, and we want to take care of you and protect you.”
“Let us do that, Samantha,” Liam said. “Let us be the men you deserve.”
And just before I fell asleep, I nodded.
Because I trusted every word they said.
CHAPTER 35
LIAM
“What’s that smell?” Samantha said.
“Not a good one?” I asked as I came in through the door.
“Oh no. It’s a great one,” she said.
“Good. Because I slipped out to get us all breakfast. Are the rest of the guys up?”
“We’re getting there,” Levi said as he came walking out of Samantha’s room.
“I’ve got breakfast and coffee,” I said as I set everything down on the coffee table.
“You might want to clean that first,” Luke said.
“Morning, guys. Got food and coffee,” I said.
I felt Samantha come up and kiss my cheek before everyone started reaching for their food.
“So, can I just hop into this shit?” Levi asked.
“What shit?” Samantha asked.
“We’ve talked about being there for Sam and all, but we haven’t talked about any other of the stuff that goes with that,” Levi said.
“Like a house,” Logan said. “You know, so we can all live and be around one another and the baby.”
“Yep. And a birth plan,” Luke said. “How do you want to have the baby, Sam?”
“Whoa, whoa, whoa. Let’s slow down a second,” Samantha said.
“We told you we were going to help you with your new life plan, so that’s what we’re doing,” Logan said.
“Can I at least get coffee in me first?” Samantha asked. “Wait, is this decaf?”
“I made sure it was,” I said with a grin.
It didn’t take long for Samantha to finish her coffee before she cleared her throat.
“I think I want a home birth,” Samantha said.
“You mean, like, in a tub and shit?” Logan asked.
“Yeah. With a doula and a midwife. I don’t know. I’m not a fan of hospitals, and I think that would make my birthing experience special,” Samantha said.
“Well shit. I figured you’d wanna be drugged up,” Logan said.
“The idea of a needle anywhere near my back is frightening,” Samantha said.
“But shoving a baby out of your body isn’t?” Levi asked.
“I want a homebirth guys,” Samantha said. “I want to be surrounded by the men I love most when I bring our child into the world.”
“Then that’s what you’ll get,” Luke said as he took Samantha’s hand. “Whatever you want, it
’s yours.”
“Yep. If you want a home birth, then I’ll start interviewing doulas and midwives. I’ll find the best-qualified candidates, then you can choose who you want at your side,” I said.
“Can I ask a question then?” I asked.
“Of course. What is it, Liam?”
“Did you ever see who you were married to?”
She sighed before she got up from the couch and disappeared into her room. She came back with a manila envelope in her hand and stood in the middle of the room. I looked over at Levi. I wondered how he would react to the news. Out of all the guys in the room, none of us thought he’d ever be the man to settle down and get married.
Would this change the dynamic with us?
Would Samantha favor the man she married over the rest of us?
But before I could voice my concerns, I heard paper ripping. I whipped my head over and watched as Sam tore up the divorce papers as tiny as she could get them before stuffing them back into the envelope. She went over to her fireplace and tossed them in, then struck up a match, and we watched the papers go up in flames.
“No,” Samantha said. “I didn’t see who I was married to. And it doesn’t matter. All I saw was ‘L Anderson,’ and that was all I needed. As far as I’m concerned, I’m married to all of you. I’m each of yours. The mother of your children. The woman who loves you.”
She turned back to us, and I watched as Logan got up off the couch.
“I like that idea,” he said as he bent down to kiss her.
“Me too,” Luke said. “Legal or not, you’re married to us.”
“You are ours, and we’re yours,” Levi said.
Her eyes panned over to me, and I sighed with relief.
“Then, there’s only one more thing to do,” I said.
“What’s that?” Samantha asked.
I got up from the couch and walked over to her, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. I crooked my finger underneath her chin and brought her lips to mine. A sweet kiss with a touch of coffee still on the tip of her tongue.
It was my favorite taste of her. The morning mixed with the night.
“We need to go find us a home,” I said.
“I’ll pull around my SUV,” Logan said.
“I’ve got a realtor buddy that could help us out,” Levi said.
“Can I get a shower first?” Luke asked.
Samantha giggled as my thumb stroked her cheek.
“A house, huh?” she asked.
“For all of us and the baby,” I said.
I wrapped my arm around her and drew her close, kissing her as deeply as I could. She wrapped her arms around me and pressed into my skin, and I could’ve sworn her stomach felt tighter. I pulled my lips away, and my hand immediately fell to her belly button. I cupped the space that would grow and change. The stomach that would morph with the growth of our child. Her hand fell on top of mine, and we lost ourselves in a small moment.
Then I kissed the tip of her nose.
She playfully swatted at my chest, and I slung her over my shoulder. I walked her back into her bedroom and tossed her onto the bed. Luke was showering, and Levi was on the phone. Logan had gone to pull his car around so we could all ride together. Which meant I could steal a few seconds with Samantha.
And I was going to make the most of it.
EPILOGUE
SAM
SEVEN MONTHS LATER
“Oh, no.”
I looked down between my legs and saw clear fluid trickling down my thigh.
“No, no, no, no!”
A shuddering pain wrapped around my back, and it almost took me to my knees.
“Shit!”
I stumbled out of the bathroom and reached for my phone. I shot off a text message to the guys as I stumbled my way into Liam’s bedroom. My water had officially broken. And the contractions were painful.
“Fuck!”
I sent off the text message before I pressed the number one. I called my doula and screamed at her over the phone, then she promptly hung up. It was her job to get in touch with the midwife so they could get over there. And the only job I had was to get the water running in the tub.
I sat on the edge of Liam’s bathtub and turned on the water. I clicked the buttons on the temperature-controlled nozzle until the number read out ninety-eight degrees. That was the hottest the bath could get for the home birth, and I wanted it that way. Another searing pain shot through my stomach, and it buckled me over.
“Holy hell!”
“Samantha!”
I whipped my head up at Liam’s voice.
“Samantha! Where are you?”
I heard the guys thundering through the house, but I couldn’t call out for them. I groaned as the water filled up behind me, and I tried to take my shirt off. I hated clothes. I wanted to be naked. As quickly as I could get there, I wanted to be naked. I heard the footsteps growing closer as tears rose in my eyes, and soon I felt a pair of hands underneath my arms.
“I gotcha,” Logan said. “Come on. Up we go.”
“It hurts,” I said with a whimper. “Naked. I can’t get my clothes off. I have to be naked.”
“I’ve got it,” Liam said. “Let me get your shorts off.”
They eased me into the tub as the doula and midwife got there. I leaned against the edge of the tub, my stomach filling the space in front of me. Levi took the first shift, removing his clothes and getting into the bath in nothing but his boxers. The doula was trying to calm down the other guys while the midwife took my vitals.
And Levi’s hands were digging into the small of my back.
“Harder,” I said weakly.
“I don’t want to hurt you,” Levi said.
“Fucking harder, Levi!”
“Listen to the woman,” Luke said.
I rocked. I groaned. I bucked, and I cried. Levi got out of the bath and let Logan in, and I felt his arms drape around me. They each had their own tactic to try and coax me through birth. Levi kneaded my lower back, but Logan ran his fingertips along my body. Around my stomach. Up my back. Goosebumps shot along my skin, and it relaxed me during my contractions. His lips fell between my shoulder blades time and time again, and I could feel his worry. Feel his anxiety.
“Logan,” I said whispering.
“What is it?” he asked.
“Buck the fuck up,” I said.
He chuckled into my skin before pressing one last kiss against me.
He moved, and Luke got behind me. But then I felt my body being moved away from the side of the tub. Luke spread his legs to accommodate my swollen body, and I fell into his chest as he stroked my hair.
I knew what was coming.
“Take a deep breath,” the midwife said.
I groaned as she checked my dilation. My body was exhausted. Tired. Spent. I was into hour five of my labor, but I was almost there. Luke stroked his fingers through my hair and moved with my body as I arched from my contractions.
Then, it was Liam’s turn to get in with me.
With each contraction, his thumbs slid up the side of my spine. Every time I rocked, he moved with me. Every time I thrashed, he thrashed with me. It was like he was riding a bucking bronco, and he’d memorized all my movements.
The mental image caused me to laugh as tears formed in my eyes.
“What’s so funny?” Liam asked. “What’s got my beautiful baby girl so tickled?”
“You on a bucking bronco,” I said. “Fuck, I’m as big as a damn bronco.”
“You’re beautiful,” Liam said as he kissed my cheek.
When I was ready to push, Logan climbed out of the tub and I got onto all fours, which felt like the most comfortable position for me to be in. I pushed and I breathed and I yelled and I cursed. All the while, the guys never left my side, murmuring encouragement.
“You can do this.”
“Come on, Sam.”
“You’re almost there.”
“You’re so strong. So incredible, Sam.”
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br /> “We can see the head!”
“Come on, Sam! Push!”
“You can do it. You’re doing it. You’re doing it, Sam! He’s here! He’s here!”
I felt relief flood my body as my last contraction pushed my child out. The midwife cradled him in her arms and prepared to cut the cord.
Then Logan turned me around in the water, and I saw my baby for the first time.
Our beautiful baby boy.
His cries filled the room and tears filled my eyes. Logan couldn't stop kissing me. Couldn't stop running his hands over my body. The midwife wrapped my beautiful baby boy in a blanket and handed him to me, then moved so all the guys could surround me.
He had a thick head of dark brown hair and blueish green eyes.
Impossible for us to tell who the father was. And that was how I wanted it.
“My baby boy,” I said as tears flooded my cheeks. “Hello there, Leo.”
Leo Sean Anderson. The latest addition to the Anderson family. The doula took him from me so she could clean him up, and Logan helped me from the bath. The midwife checked my body to make sure I wasn’t in need of a hospital, then she proceeded to help me clean up. I ached. Deep within the marrow of my bones. I was tired beyond all reason, and I wanted to get into bed. The midwife and the doula cleaned up the bathroom as the boys passed Leo around. And during all of it, Levi helped me into bed.
“I texted Lauren a picture. She’ll be here tonight.”
“Perfect,” I said. “I want her to meet her new nephew.”
The guys climbed into Liam’s California king-size bed with me. All of our rooms had them. So no matter where we all fell, we’d all be able to fit. I cradled Leo against my breast, and the doula coached me through how to breastfeed him.
And after a couple of hours of supervision, the midwife and doula left.
“Are you hungry?” Liam asked. “I could run downstairs and get you something.”
“I’m actually really thirsty,” I said.
“Water?” he asked.
“Do we have any tea?”
“Of course, we do,” he said as he kissed my forehead. “Be right back.”
“Are your feet cold?” Luke asked. “I can get a pair of your fuzzy socks.
“I’m good for now. These blankets are pretty warm,” I said.
