Page 60 of Triplets for the Rival MC

Hunter nods. “You’re glowing.”

Cyrus kisses my shoulder. “You gave us our children.”

That breaks whatever last insecurity clings to me. I stop shrinking and I let them see me. The first touches are careful and they check in constantly, eyes searching my face for any flicker of discomfort. But my body remembers and responds. When they remove their clothing and I see their naked forms I have a wobble of insecurity at how sexy and toned they are but I remind myself that they too have things they dislike about their bodies, that no one is perfect, yet I don’t see them as anything but and they feel the same about me.

The sensation builds slowly—heat and connection and something deeper than just desire as our naked bodies intertwine. Hunter maps the same route of my thighs with his tongue this time building the anticipation as his tongue comes tantalizingly close before he moves away until I am begging him for his mouth on my pussy. He licks and teases me, and my arousal gushes out like a dam that’s burst as his fingers slide inside me. The sensation is tender but not uncomfortable and with Cyrus and Flint both teasing my breasts, kissing me, and touching every inch of my skin, I reach my climax far too soon.

“Hunter, I need you,” I moan, pulling him close. It only seems right that the man I lost my virginity to should be the first tonight.

“Are you sure?” he asks, afraid to hurt me.

“If you don’t fuck me, know that you’ll be in big trouble,” I groan, only half joking.

He pushes inside me slowly, filling me inch by inch, the feeling isn’t too dissimilar to our first time, uncomfortable and a little painful but also incredible. I reach out to stroke Cyrus and Flint’s erections, wanting them to be a part of it, to bring all of my men pleasure. We soon fall back into the easy, familiar rhythms, knowing what we each like and how to reach our climax. As the first orgasm ripples through me, Hunter finds his too, cumming sooner than usual. But given how long it’s been since he’s been inside me, that was to be expected.

Hunter kisses me deeply before moving out of the way to allow Flint and Cyrus their turns. Again, they hesitate and I take control, not wanting this to end until we’ve all reached our pinnacle. I move to all fours, wanting them both at the same time. Flint comes behind me, Cyrus in front. Hunter’s eyes are on me the whole time, watching with pride and lust.

When Flint moves inside me, I gasp, not from pain, but from the overwhelming flood of feeling. The sex feels like a celebration, a reclamation, we’re stepping back into something we simply paused. His hands anchor my hips and he glides in and out, slow and steady. Cyrus’s mouth finds mine, steadying me.

“You’re okay,” he murmurs.

“Yes, let me pleasure you too,” I murmur. Cyrus moves to position his throbbing erection in front of me and I lick the salty precum from his cock, enjoying the moan it elicits from him.

Flint’s rhythm builds gradually, never pushing too far, never forgetting what my body has been through, but the passion is there between us all. In fact, it’s stronger, maybe, because of everything we survived.

Flint’s thrusts become faster, his breathing uneven. “You’re incredible. Fuck, baby, I’ve missed this.”

“Me too,” I groan before taking Cyrus’s cock in my mouth as deep as I can.

“Oh shit,” Flint grunts as he unexpectedly reaches his climax. He chuckles, promising to make it up to me, as if he needs to.

“I’m sure you will,” I reply with a wink. “For now, I’m sure Cyrus can give me orgasm number two,” I say, pushing Cyrus down to lie on his back and straddling him.

Cyrus presses a kiss over my heart, circling my nipple with his tongue before laying back to admire the view. His hand grips mine tight as I guide myself onto his cock. I moan as I grind on him, taking my time to feel every new sensation. Flint and Hunter move to caress me, their kisses and hands warm on my skin, sending ripples of pleasure through my body.

When my orgasm finally crests, it feels less explosive and more expansive, spreading warmth and love through every inch of me. It might not be the screaming orgasms or rough, passionate sex we’ve had in the past, but it feels more loving, more fulfilling, and there will be some rough and tumble sex to come in the future, I’m sure. I feel exhausted, spent and deliciously sore as we lay back, panting and satiated fully for the first time in a long while.

Afterward, we stay tangled together, breath slowing in the quiet room. The babies remain asleep, a small miracle. Flint brushes his fingers through my hair. “You okay?” he asks again.

I nod, smiling lazily. “More than okay.”

Hunter rests his hand over my stomach, thumb tracing idle circles. “You’re still perfect.”

Cyrus kisses my temple. “Always.”

“Even when I’m old and wrinkled?” I tease.

Hunter winks. “Especially then,” he says with a grin.

I think about the girl I used to be. The one who measured her worth against her father’s approval, and then in defiance and revenge. In proving something. I think about the woman I am now. I am a mother, a partner, I am loved. I think about the woman I might grow to be, and the life I am going to build with the men I love and our children.

My body is different, but it is stronger as well as softer. I’m starting to love it because of the story it tells. Because of what it gave me and the power it has. I will never again be scared, ashamed, self loathing Victoria King. I don’t mourn the loss of the girl I used to be, she’d be proud to see the woman I have become.

I curl deeper into my men, surrounded by warmth and steady breathing and the quiet hum of the baby monitor.

“I can’t wait to raise our children and grow old together. We’ll love you forever, Tori, no matter what. You gave us our family,” Flint whispers again.

“No, we gave each other one,” I reply softly.