I don’t realize I’m crying until Silas steps up and wipes my face. He leans in to give me a breathtaking kiss. I feel hands on my shoulders, then my shirt is lifted up over my head and another set of hands pulls my leggings and panties down while peppering trails of kisses all over my body.
Silas takes my hand and leads me to the bathtub and helps lower me down into the magnificent water. They all take turns feeding me snacks, and rubbing my shoulders and feet. When I’m thoroughly relaxed and panting from all their little touches, I’m helped out of the tub and dried off.
Odin leads me into the bedroom, gently sitting me on the bed, and Orin hands him a blindfold. He looks at me for consent. I nod at him, my clit throbbing in anticipation for what I know is coming.
Everything goes black as he secures the fabric across my eyes. I feel multiple sets of hands wandering all over my body. My hips jump off the bed as I feel a hot tongue swipe up my folds that are now wet again from something other than a bath. Two mouths clamp down on my nipples, which are even more sensitive due to the pregnancy.
I’m already close as Bodie thrusts two fingers into me, pumping them in and out. He sucks my clit into his mouth as he works a finger into my ass. I know it’s him by the feel of his hands. They are softer than the others’, but with scars from his learning days as a chef. My twins suck my nipples into their mouths again. Along with their yin and yang looks, they have distinct sweet and smoky smells. My hands find their way to Silas’s and Callum’s throbbing dicks which are easy to figure out who’s who. Where Silas doesn’t have the length, he has the uncircumcised girth, and Callum is longer, not as thick, but is circumcised. I can feel the pre-cum leaking out, and I want a taste. I pull them in close enough to where I can take turns fucking them with my mouth.
“Look at how beautiful our beautiful wife looks,” Odin moans, his voice getting deeper.
“She’s going to look even better taking all our cocks. She’s such a greedy little woman, taking us like such a good girl. Working our dicks till we go mad,” Silas says in between thrusts.
Suddenly all of the hands, mouths, and dicks disappear, and I let out a whimper of protest. I’m lifted up, then I’m gently lowered down into a seated position, so I can sink onto a cock. I let out a loud moan, and a hand pushes me down on the chest of Odin. I can tell by his build and the smell of his wooden barrel bourbon soap. His rough hands on my hips hold me still as he kisses my neck.
I hear the plasticsnickof a bottle of lube being opened, then the sting of a well lubed dick sliding into my ass slowly. I feel so unbelievably full that I let out a loud moan. The blindfold is slipped off my face and I glance over my shoulder to see that Bodie is behind me. Orin kneels by my head, leaning down to kiss me before guiding his cock to my mouth. I lick around the head and suck it down the back of my throat.
“God, your mouth is amazing,” he groans.
“Her tight asshole is gripping my dick so tightly,” Bodie moans, losing his rhythm.
I glance over, and Silas is on his hands and knees next to me. He lets out a loud, husky groan as Callum sinks into his ass. He leans over and latches on to my nipples. I’m so close; I can tell all the guys are as well.
Odin reaches in between us and pinches my clit. It makes me see stars as I’m having my ass and pussy fucked so thouroughly. I feel so fucking full. I take Orin to the back of my throat and swallow him down, making him cum with a shout. I gulp down every drop of cum he gives me. Odin slams into me a couple more times, I feel him swell, and then his release coating my walls. I cum so hard it takes my breath away. Callum and Silas both let out a shout as they cum as well. We are all a panting sweaty mess.
We take turns jumping in the shower and cleaning up, then we fall into bed exhausted. There is nothing more comforting than falling asleep snuggled in between my men.
* * *
A little over a week later,it’s Christmas Eve, and against my better judgment, and despite saying I’d never cook with Bodie again, I’m helping cook our Christmas dinner. I hated leaving him to do it all alone. Callum’s mom will be staying the night so she can be here when the kids wake up and open their gifts. The other four guys are busy putting all the new toys together and getting everything ready for Santa’s visit.
We wanted to start a new family tradition so I ordered all of us–grandmothers included–matching pajamas. I wrapped them each in clothing boxes with everyone’s favorite candies. Bodie, of course, made the kids’ snacks because of their allergies. However, I wanted my sweet tart ropes and air head bites. He’s learned not to fight his pregnant soon-to-be wife about her junk food. The boxes also have fuzzy socks included. The kids each have a pair with these cute little elves and their names embroidered on them. I got everyone else a small trinket for their box.
We are going to open them after dinner, then go into the media room to watch a couple of Christmas movies that the kids will pick out with popcorn and homemade hot chocolate. After that, we will carry the kids to bed.
We have different sized trees set up all over the mansion, but we decided we wanted to do our Christmas in the smaller family room off the kitchen. It has a fireplace, it’s more intimate, and definitely feels more homey.
We have the room looking like a true winter wonderland, since the chances of snow in Louisiana are slim. I’m so excited for the kids to see it tomorrow. We have a full feast planned for dinner. I haven’t felt this content since I was a teenager, living at home with both my grandparents and sister. I never thought it was possible being in such an awful and abusive marriage where I was just trying to survive and keep my kids safe. Now, I’m cooking a huge Christmas dinner with one of the loves of my life, growing two perfect little girls, and my three children are happy, healthy, and thriving. I started my dream job teaching and I’ll get to go back to it when the girls are a little older.
I have amazing friends and even with all the bullshit I’ve dealt with knowing me and my kids are safe is the best feeling in the world.
I’m standing at the stove mixing the homemade pudding when ‘Tennessee Whiskey’ by Chris Stapleton starts playing. Bodie loves to have music in the background while he cooks.
He walks up behind me, kissing the side of my neck. “Can I have this dance, Angel?” he whispers in my ear.
“Of course, baby, just let me take this off the heat.” I smile as I move the pot and turn to face him.
He takes my hand, and we sway around the kitchen. He’s holding me close and whispering in my ear how much he loves me and how much he loves our kids, and I’m melting into a puddle.
“I am so excited to marry you and spend the rest of my life with you and the beautiful family we have built. I’m so happy I was the one chosen to be your official husband and to share a name with people I care about again. I love you more than I’ve ever loved anyone. Thank you for allowing us into yours and the kids' lives.” He kisses me like his life depends on it.
“Okay, love birds, save it for the wedding. Finish whatever foods need to be prepped for tomorrow. The take out just got here, and the kids are ready to open their Christmas Eve presents,” My grandmother says as she walks into the kitchen, grabbing more eggnog and pouring it into her glass.
I’m going to have to cut her off soon before she starts acting crazy. “Speaking of the wedding, are you going to tell us where it is going to take place?” I ask, raising my eyebrow.
She takes a swig of her drink, which I think is absolutely disgusting. It’s a raw egg mixture, and I will never understand the hype.
“Nope, I don’t think I will, dear. I have hired drivers so there’s no need for you to know. Chris, Nathan, you and I will get ready in my suite and go out the front door. The groomsmen and the boys will get ready in y’all’s suite and go out the side door so there’s no chance anyone will see anyone else. The make-up artist and hair stylist will be here at ten to take care of you. The men’s car will get here at two; ours will be here at three. They will take us straight to the venue. I have security in place just in case Stefanie decides to show up. The wedding planner has everything else handled.” The smug look on her face is annoying as hell.
