And Rowan pops his cock out of my mouth, leaving a trail of saliva from his groin to my lips. He bends down and kisses me, then Sean wraps his hands around my waist and lifts me. Rowan sinks to his knees and takes over, his tongue flatter against my clit than Sean’s was, and he laps at my slit. I’m sure that his tongue touches Declan’s shaft at least partially, but he doesn’t seem to mind.
Sean’s strong enough to lift my weight, and he holds me up so Declan can fuck me harder from behind without worrying about knocking me over. His cock is thick, not too long, and at this angle he hits my G-spot with every thrust. Rowan sucks on one of my labia, and that energy builds even higher.
Sean’s eyes are wide, his eyebrows high up on his forehead, and he grins at me, a real and true unfettered grin of wild happiness. He nods at me as my mouth opens and I emit a high-pitched whine I didn’t know I had in me. “Ah, thatta girl,” he says in thatdeep, grumbling accent that seems to vibrate inside my stomach now that he’s pressed against me. He kisses my lips softly. “You like Declan’s cock, do ya?”
“Mhm,” I squeal, my eyebrows pulled together as I whimper. Declan holds my hips tightly, his nails digging into me as he speeds up his tempo. I pulse against him, squeezing him, wet and sloppy all over my thighs.
Below us, Rowan’s on his knees licking up my thighs, tasting all the quim I give him. I hear his voice, graveled with lust, “Tell him, then,pet. Say ‘Declan, I like your cock.’ He’ll like that, so he will.”
“Aye, that’s a good idea, darlin’. Tell old Deccy you like what he’s working with,” Sean teases, his hands still gripping my waist, holding me steady.
“Declan,” I whine. “I like your cock so much. Thank you so much for fucking me.”
Declan leans over my back and mouths my shoulder, his teeth touching me but not clamping down. He groans and kisses my cheek, unable to verbalize.
“Don’t be rude, Declan. Tell her you’re welcome, for Christ’s sake,” Sean laughs, kissing my lips again.
Declan growls, “Shut the fuck up.” His hands are rough, moving up my stomach, and he grips both of my breasts like handles. My nipples are hard against his palm. He kisses my cheek, and I turn my face away from Sean to kiss him back. For a moment, the world melts away, and his lips are a part of mine. I feel sick with desire, a pit in my stomach, and I close my eyes against it to really take it in.
“I love you, Willow,” Declan says into my kiss, his lips forming the words against my mouth.
“I love you too, Declan. You feel so—” An orgasm finally, mercifully, rips through me, and Sean holds me against him as I stutter around Declan’s thick erection. Rowan laps at my center, noisily drinking as much of my juices as he can. He pulls away and stands to hold me and kiss my neck as I ride wave after wave of my orgasm, and I wait, knowing Declan must be close too. I wait excitedly for him to fill me, happily free to take his cum now that they’ve all had vasectomies.
When I feel him shoot a thick rope of ejaculate inside me, it sets off another wave of orgasms for me, and as he slides out of me, Sean eagerly takes his place, filling my cream-filled and sensitive pussy with another cock. I cry out, and Rowan whispers into my ear, “You aren’t done yet, are you? This is the rest of your life, Willow Abel.”
And I believe him. This could be the rest of my life. Maybe not in the kitchen once the triplets come home, but the rest of it. The being wanted. The being chosen.
From behind me, Declan squeezes me and murmurs, “You’re shaking.”
“Are you okay?” Rowan asks me, his eyes softening into protectiveness.
“I’m more than okay,” I murmur back as Sean pumps inside me, his eyes on mine, his hands on my waist overlapping Declan’s.
“Let me get you a water anyway,” he tells me, peppering my neck with his kisses.
As he walks away, leaving me to be kept warm by Sean and Declan, I know that it’s true. I’m more than okay.
All the heartbeats tangled around mine, all the eyes and hands and mouths on me, the concern at my waist and my ear and offering me water—they’re all still here. There are no choices left to make. Whatever happens next, this is my family. I chose it, and it chose me back.
33
DECLAN
Discharge day ischaos disguised as ceremony.
There are papers to sign, monitors to unhook, and three impossibly small human beings swaddled like contraband burritos. The NICU smells like antiseptic and warmed formula and after eight weeks, it also feels like home.
I stand back for most of it, watching the nurses flutter around Willow, checking vitals one last time, giving instructions she’s too tired to absorb. They treat her like she’s the fragile one. Maybe she is. Or maybe we all are.
Sean arrives first, carrying two car seats with the reckless confidence of a man who’s never installed one correctly in his life. He’s grinning, hair damp from the rain, eyes bright with unfiltered joy. “Alright, Mama Bear,” he says. “Ah, sure look, which one’s the loudest? I’m calling dibs on her, so.”
Willow’s voice is soft but steady. “None of them. They’re all perfect.”
“That’s a lie,” I mutter, adjusting the strap on my bag. “Magnolia cries for sport, she does.”
Sean grins. “So you are the father then,” he deadpans.
I can’t come up with a retort, so I just mutter, “Eejit, so you are.”
