"No. You're the first. Be nice to me."
Luke went completely still behind me. Then he exhaled and when his voice came back it was darker than I had ever heard it. "Cupcake. I'm going to be so nice to you."
He worked me open on his fingers until I was rocking between them, draped over Cole's chest, gasping at every shift, and then his fingers were gone and his cock was there instead, pressing in slowly and testing my patience one last time, and I felt myself stretch and give and take him, and the sound that came out of me was one I had never made before in my life.
Full. I have never been so full. Two of them inside me at once, and they were finding a rhythm where one was driving in as theother drew back, trading me between them stroke for stroke, and every nerve I owned was screaming about it.
Ben knelt in front of me at the head of the bed and fisted his hand in my hair, dragging my face up, his cock hard and heavy against my lips.
"Open your mouth," he growled. "You're going to take all three of us like a good fucking girl."
I opened.
And then all three of them were inside me at once, filling me everywhere it was possible to be filled, and I stopped being a woman with thoughts and became a single continuous sensation. I gave them everything. I was everywhere theirs and it was not too much. I was not too much. I was, for the first time in my entire life, exactly enough.
I opened my eyes at some point, right in the middle of it, stuffed impossibly full and held up from every direction, and I caught it: Cole and Luke and Ben, over my head, grinning at each other. Fifteen years of friendship, grinning at each other across the woman they were sharing, like they'd pulled off the heist of the century.
"She's close," Luke growled, and drove in deep.
"Give it to us, Cupcake," Ben rasped, his rhythm gone ragged.
"Now," Cole said, and slammed up into me.
The finale is the part where the whole sky goes off at once, where you can't tell one burst from another, where the sound arrives in your chest before your ears, and that is my report on what happened next, because I came so hard I went somewhere else entirely. I heard myself, even with my mouth full. The bear heard me. Tessa's main house possibly heard me. All three of them followed me over within moments of each other, a chain reaction, one after another after another, my name and curses and my name again, and then we all went down together in a tangled, sweating heap.
Nobody moved for a long time.
"Water," I finally croaked. "Someone. Anyone."
Three men got up at once. There was a collision and an extremely masculine negotiation conducted entirely in eyebrows, and then Ben went, and I heard him tell the bear, "Don't ask," on his way to the kitchen.
Luke pulled the blanket over us. Cole's enormous hand slid across the mattress and came to rest flat over my belly. Ben came back and handed me the water and kissed my forehead.
This was the moment I realized I was done being furious. I was home.51.
51
Callie
"If you eat one more breadstick before the food comes, I am telling the waiter to cut you off."
"Callie Morgan." Tessa pointed a breadstick at me like a medieval sword. "You are months behind me. Whatever you say now, I am going to say back to you in the spring, except meaner, because by then I will have a newborn and be a walking zombie."
"Joke's on you. When my newborn arrives, I’ll have three men to get up for night feedings. I'm going to sleep like royalty."
"Okay, that one actually hurt." She tore the breadstick in half. "Vaughn, are you hearing this? She's doing polyamory math at me."
"I'm staying out of it," Vaughn said, in the voice of a first-time father who had read four pregnancy books cover to cover and highlighted the chapter on which conversations to exit. He buttered a roll for Tessa without being asked, and she took it without acknowledging him, and honestly it was heartwarming.
Down the table it was chaos in every direction, and I had never loved a sound more. Beth was ranking every dessert on the menu for anyone who would listen. Noah and Oliver had their heads bent over a napkin where Oliver was diagramming something that was either the solar system or a battle plan. Emma had brought a book and was reading it under the table where she thought nobody could see.
Cole slid the pepper away from my plate and replaced it with a glass of milk.
"I'm sorry, what is happening here."
"You said the heartburn was bad yesterday."
"I said it once in passing, at like two in the morning. I was probably eating Ben’s hush puppies in my dreams."
