I scoop a streak from my breast and lick it clean, eyes never leaving theirs. Then another. And another. They watch, wrecked, feeding me the rest with trembling fingers, Cole, Theo, Marco, until every drop is gone and I’m trembling with aftershocks.
“Open that pretty mouth, wife,” Theo says, voice rough. “Show us how much you love your husbands’ cum.”
I stick out my tongue, let them see the last drop before I swallow. They groan, cocks twitching again.
“You’re ours forever, wife,” Marco murmurs against my neck when we all collapse together.
I smile, wrecked and blissful. “I’ve never been more married.”
Cole tightens his arms around my waist from behind, voice rough with sleep and love. “We’re gonna love you every damn day, Rachel. Wake you up with coffee and kisses. Fight over who gets to make Tommy pancakes. Grow old arguing about whose turn it is to take out the trash.”
Theo lifts his head from my chest, green eyes soft in the candlelight. “I’ll love you through every fire, every storm, every stupid joke I tell that only you laugh at. I’ll love you when your hair’s gray and Tommy’s bringing his own kids to the lake.”
Marco’s hand finds mine, fingers tracing the three rings. “I’ll cherish you in the quiet moments and the loud ones. I’ll stand between you and the world when it gets too heavy. I’ll build you bookshelves and fix the leaky faucet and hold you when the nightmares come. Every day, every night, every breath.”
I’m crying again, happy tears mixing with the sweat on my cheeks. “I love you,” I whisper. “All of you. So much it hurts.”
Cole kisses my shoulder. “Good. Because we’re just getting started.”
We fall asleep like that, limbs tangled, hearts full, the house quiet around us. Our home. Our marriage. Our forever.
Chapter thirty-six
Epilogue
Rachel
Six Months Later
The Spring Festival is my biggest event yet.
I’m standing in the town square with my tablet, checking off items on my list while chaos unfolds around me. Vendors setting up booths, the band doing sound checks, Dorothy directing volunteers like a tiny general with her cane.
“Rachel, dear, the balloon arch is crooked,” she calls out.
“I see it. Marco’s fixing it now.”
Marco’s on a ladder, adjusting the structure with the same methodical precision he brings to everything. He catches my eye and mouths,this is ridiculous.
I mouth back,you love it.
He doesn’t deny it.
“Mama, can I have cotton candy?” Tommy appears at my side, Jake trailing behind him with the long-suffering expression of a man who’s been asked this question seventeen times already.
“After lunch,” I tell him.
“But Uncle Jake said—”
“Uncle Jake says a lot of things. The answer is still after lunch.”
Jake grins. “Worth a shot, buddy.”
Tommy runs off to inspect the face-painting booth, and Jake stays beside me. He’s leaving again next week—another research trip, this time to study lake ecosystems in Montana. But he always comes back. Always shows up for the important things.
“You’ve done well here,” he says, nodding at the festival taking shape around us. “The business, I mean. You’ve really built something.”
“Dorothy’s been my secret weapon. She knows everyone, and everyone loves her.” I watch her arguing with a vendor about placement. “She’s thriving on this. Having purpose again after everything with Ryan.”
