“Yes, she likes that,” Jay groans and I chuckle. With my other hand, I start to pull off each one of Jay’s pins, starting with his nipples. I take my time and pull the skin as much as possible before they release, leaving bright red marks in their wake.
“Oh shit, oh shit. I’m gonna come,” Jay whimpers and it’s like music to my ears.
“Don’t you fucking come yet, prince. She needs both of our cocks filling her pussy. Hold it back for me.”
“I can’t, Sir. Oh my god, I’m—” he rushes out and comes down her throat, grunting his release. “I’m so sorry, Sir.”
I pull one pin off Cora’s areola and growl back to him, “You’re gonna fucking pay for that, you greedy slut.”
But then Cora is coming again and she slides her mouth off Jay. “I’m coming too, Sir!” she cries out, but I don’t relent as she gushes warm release all over me and the towel beneath us.
Fuck, it feels even better than normal. “Come for me, princess. Show Daddy how much you love his cock.” Cora lets out a guttural moan, squeezing Jay’s thighs as he watches the show. She lets out another tidal wave of release… but it’s a lot more than normal and it makes me surrender. Every nerve ending in my body tightens and with a burst of ecstasy, my hips falter and I spend everything I have into her.
Removing the wand from her clit and turning it off, Cora leans her head against Jay’s thigh, sliding her hands up to his hips. We just sit there in the calm after the storm, breathing deeply and enjoying the bliss.
“That was—” I begin but stop myself when I feel another gush come from Cora as I pull out. “How are you still coming?”
She perks up and looks down between her thighs. “I’m not. My water broke,” she gasps.
I freeze and Jay jumps out of his skin and off the bed, pacing the room. “Oh my god, it’s happening. Everybody stay calm!” he shouts, frantically gathering clothes from Cora’s drawer. “Go-bags are already in the car. Wait,” he gasps, turning around with bug eyes. “Oh my god, should we call an ambulance?”
“Yes,” I finally speak up.
“No,” Cora chuckles. “We have time, you guys. The baby doesn’t just shoot out as soon as my water breaks.” Right as she says that, another gush comes pouring out of her and she giggles. “That feels so weird.”
Jay throws some clothes on the bed for Cora, then rushes to one of his drawers, pulling out a familiar olive-green t-shirt with its massive cut down the middle from the collar; he easily slips it on. I know it’s clean, but there’s still a slight blood stain near the top.
Smiling at him, I ask, “Why are you wearing that? Of all the shirts you have, you choose the stained, cut-up undershirt?”
“It’slucky,” he insists, pulling up a pair of jeans to his waist. “I met Cora in this shirt. And the day I broke my collarbone, you went feral for me. Our baby is being born into this world and if I have to wrap them in this t-shirt to infuse all our luck into them, I will.” Cora chuckles as he keeps pulling clothes and bags, his panic funneling into focus.
I move to stand up and pull her with me. Cupping her face, I watch her eyes and take a moment to read her. She smiles at me, bright and a little nervous, then places her hand over mine—over the violets I had tattooed there on our trip. The same violets Jay now has permanently imprinted down his right shoulder.
“Breathe with me, sweetheart.”
Epilogue
Cora
Four Years Later
“Dalton,lookwhatIfound! It’s a grasshopper,” Leo cheers, opening his hands so my son can peek his curly head in.
That boy looks like Marco more and more every day. I like to think Dalton has my hair, but between Marco and myself, this child was bound to have brunette curls.
It’s the first week school is out, so Rebecca, Vinny, Leo, and Viera are all joining us for a family vacation at our second home in the Poconos. Well,homes. We bought a sweet little cottage a couple years ago on an acre of wooded land that nestles up to a river. After a cramped, first family vacation, we decided to build a second home on the property. There was no question in my mind: we had to have an A-frame.
I had the time of my life designing it with my husbands. Well… maybe I’m romanticizing that. They did a great job at letting me take over this project. Marco’s two requests were a functional kitchen and a grill outside. Jay’s two requests were a hot tub and knotted pine walls because as he put it, “I want the walls to turn you on.”
And, boy, do they.
Our vacation home is rustic and modern. Cozy and charming. There is children’s art scattered all over the walls, and our bathtub is always filled with dirty kids. Leo, Viera, and Dalton are usually the filthy culprits, but I know in a year or two, our twin one-year-old girls will be in the mix as well.
Emerald and Jade Bishop were born just over a year ago. When the girls were born, we again wanted the sex to be a surprise, just like we did with Dalton. We didn’t know if Marco or Jay was the father the first time around. Both of them were equally thrilled when our son was born regardless.
The second time, however, Jay called exclusive pussy rights whenever I was ovulating. And when the twins came, before their swollen eyes had even gone down after birth, Jay was cheering and crying when they came out with full heads of straight, jet-black hair.
My husbands were not only the best birthing partners I could have asked for, but watching them cry over their deliveries, seeing each of them hold our babies to their bare chests and kiss their little heads—it made me proud to call them my husbands and the fathers of my children.
