Is there anything better than ending a glorious day off with your feet up on the coffee table, a trashy movie on Netflix, and a pint of ice cream in hand? I dig in with my spoon, savoring the tart taste of my mango sorbet.
I’m only half-watching this romcom. It’s hard to concentrate when my phone is dinging every two minutes with updates from Harrison. Their surrogate is currently in labor and my twin has zero freaking chill. I’m trying to be the supportive sister-slash-godmother, but there’s only so many times in so many ways that I can tell him contractions are perfectly normal before I’m gonna have to just mute my phone.
My bags are already packed and perched by the door because my guys and I leave in the morning for Seattle. We’re all going out to see the new baby. The timing is perfect, really. We have to be back in four days for the start of training camp and then it will be impossible to get away.
Not that Davita planned her labor to fit our work schedules…
The low electric hum of the garage alerts me to my guys being back. They all played a pickup game of hockey over at the practice rink tonight, and then went out to dinner with the team. Karaoke night at Rip’s is a weekly favorite, but I was just too in love with the idea of no bra and the house to myself to bother joining in the fun tonight. They’re bringing me a doggy bag of chicken wings and waffle fries.
Which probably means I should lose the sorbet, right? I look down at the melty orange dessert with a wistful sigh.
Hopping of the couch, I pad silently over to the kitchen in my socks and put the lid back on the sorbet. Slipping it back into the freezer, I glance over my shoulder at the wall of sliding glass and smirk at my reflection. I look like a hot mess—hair up in a tangled knot, smudged makeup. I’m wearing my rattiest cropped Ferrymen sweatshirt that hangs off one shoulder, and a pair of hot pink granny panties.
I quickly toss my used spoon in the dishwasher, eager to hide any proof of eating my dessert before dinner…a dinner of greasy, fried hot wings and over salted potato fries. Yeah, my diet has been all over the place. I’ve been having the weirdest cravings. But it’s my day off, and I’m living it up right with popcorn, sorbet, and hot wings. And I’m gonna eat it all in my underwear. What can I say? If my guys can’t love trash panda Rachel, they certainly don’t deserve smoke show Rachel.
I hear the metallic whine of the garage door coming back down. Sy is already dancing by the door, eager to see his daddies.
I open the fridge, bending over to peer down low, looking for a sparkling water.
“God, you are being so overdramatic right now,” comes Jake’s heated voice.
“Oh, that’s rich coming from you,” Caleb replies.
I jerk upright, bottle of San Pellegrino in hand, and close the fridge.
My guys come marching through the kitchen, Jake in the lead.
“Stop fighting,” says Ilmari from just behind him. “It’s not important.”
“Wait, you did not just say that,” Jake cries, wholly incredulous as he spins around to glare at Ilmari. “It’s not important? I’m sorry, but do you want me to punch you or pack your fucking bags?”
Ilmari sighs. “I didn’t mean it like that.”
Jake crosses his arms and glares. “Well, what did you mean?”
Caleb is the last in from the garage, Poseidon skirting around his legs, oblivious to their obvious tension. Caleb steps around Ilmari’s broad frame, his dark eyes locking on me as he holds out a white paper takeout bag stamped with the Rip’s logo.
“What’s wrong?” I say, glancing between them as I take the bag.
“Apparently, Mars here is Jake’s best friend,” Caleb replies, jerking his thumb over his shoulder at Ilmari. “He only announced it to the whole fucking team right in front of me as if I didn’t exist.”
I blink, glancing between them. “Wait—what happened?”
Jake turns to face me. “Novy was annoyed that I was sharing my fries with Mars because I never let him share my food. But okay, A—” He holds a finger up in the air. “Novy is a fucking pig, and when you give him an inch, he takes a mile. I share my fries, I have no fucking fries. And B—” He holds up a second finger. “Mars is my best fucking friend. You share your fries with your best friend. It’s like a rule, right? And I said all this to Novy, but Cay overheard me, and now he’s acting all butt hurt like he’s not my fucking husband.”
“I just wanna know the difference,” Caleb replies, turning away from me to cross his arms and glare at Jake. “I thought I was your best friend—”
“You’re my husband,” Jake shouts. “Fuck, is saying it in English not working? Tú eres mi esposo, loco.”
“Oh, don’t go showing off your Spanish,” Caleb growls.
Behind Jake, Ilmari raises a blond brow. “You speak Spanish?”
Ilmari and I share a glance. Color me curious too.
“I have a whole fucking college degree in Spanish,” Jake replies with a wave of his hand, not turning around.
Somehow, this doesn’t compute for me. “Wait—your major was Spanish?”
“Yes,” he and Caleb say at the same time.
“How did I not know this?” I say, pursing my lips. Has it really never come up in over a year of marriage?
“He only picked it because the Spanish Club brought food to all their events,” Caleb replies with a scoff.
“Hey, if you’d ever tried Profesora Ortega’s homemade empanadas, you would have majored in Spanish too,” Jake snaps, pointing a finger in Caleb’s face. “But don’t change the fucking subject. Are you seriously mad that I said Mars is my best friend? Cause we need to get that out in the open. Communication, right? Kitchen rules apply. Sudden death.”
“I’m not playing sudden death with you right now,” Caleb huffs.
“Mars is my best friend,” Jake all but shouts. “God, what have we been building towards for the last two years if not this?” he adds, gesturing around at the four of us. “He’s my best friend now. We live together, we work together, we fuck our wife together. I fold his damn underwear. Hell, we go on sunset beach walks together. But you’re my husband, Cay.”
Caleb glare at him. “Yeah? And what does that get me?”
Jake just blinks at him, mouth open on a pant. “Well…how about some pretty fucking amazing sex, for one? When you’re not being a total fucking asshole,” he adds. “Mars is the guy I share my fries with. You’re the guy I share my soul with.”
Caleb crosses his arms and glares. “What does that mean to you?”
Jake glances from Ilmari to me, clearly looking for some help. But I feel like it’s important that I don’t interfere.
“Well—I—you have to be my emergency contact,” Jake says.
Caleb narrows his eyes. “Your emergency contact?”
“Yeah, you know, like if I get hit by a bus or injured on the ice,” Jake says with a wave of his hand. “You have to pick up the phone and take that call.”
Caleb rolls his eyes. “So that’s it for you then? The difference between me and Mars is that I get to fuck you and I have to claim your remains when you get steamrolled by a bus?”
“Can we please stop talking about Jake dying in a tragic bus accident?” I say.
He and Jake look my way and then Caleb is pointing at me. “What about her? What is she to you?”
Jake’s jaw clenches tight in anger. “She’s my wife, asshole. Keep pointing at her like that, and I’ll break your fucking finger off.”
“So why isn’t she your emergency contact?” he presses. “Why me?”
“Because you’re my husband!” Jake bellows. “Fuck, am I gonna have to tattoo it on your forehead? Rachel is my wife. She’s my whole fucking world. But we’re legally married, Cay. That means you have to be my emergency contact. It’s like, the law…right?” He glances at me, desperately looking for validation.
I bite my lip, really unsure if I should interfere. But now they’re all looking at me. “Umm…well, technically you can put anyone you want as your emergency contact,” I reply.
Some of Jake’s anger dissipates. “Wait, seriously?”
“Yeah, it’s just whoever you want contacted first in case of an emergency,” Caleb replies.
Jake’s shoulders slump a little. “I thought it had to be like your partner or a legal family member.”
“When I first joined the Rays, Coach Tomlin was my emergency contact,” Ilmari says with a shrug. “I didn’t know anyone else.”
“Wait,” I say, holding up a hand, glaring at Jake. “You put Caleb as your emergency contact? Why would you do that when I’m a literal doctor?”
Jake looks like a vein is about to pop in his temple. “Because Caleb is my fucking husband!”
“Wait—” says Caleb. “Mars, you’ve updated your paperwork though, right? Did you put Rachel down as your emergency contact?”
We all turn to look at our broody Finn. He’s standing by the range, arms crossed in his Rays tech shirt. He glances from Caleb to me, his blue eyes giving nothing away.
“Oh shit,” Jake says on a breath. “He didn’t. Mars, you didn’t write down your own wife as your emergency contact?”
“No,” he replies softly, looking at me.
Damn, why is this actually hurting my feelings right now? This is silly, right? This whole argument is ridiculous. We must be uncovering something deeper.
“Why?” I murmur, setting my unopened water on the island. “Why wouldn’t you pick me? I’m a doctor, Ilmari.”
“Yes, but in the moment of my injury, you wouldn’t be my doctor,” he reasons. “You would be my wife, Rakas. And I would spare you any pain.”
His gentle words have tears springing to my eyes. “Ilmari—”
“I would want any news of my injury to be mediated for you through the careful attention of one who loves you.”
“Which of us did you pick?” Caleb asks.
Ilmari holds his gaze.
Caleb’s eyes go wide as Jake huffs an incredulous laugh.
“Great, so we both picked Caleb,” Jake says with a wave of his hand. “So in the event of my best friend getting hit by a bus, I’ll have to hear about it from Rachel who will wait to hear about it from Cay. That’s just great. I’ll be the last to know you could be in mortal peril. Feels really fucking good. Maybe I’ll rescind your best friend badge and give it to Poseidon.”
The dog barks at hearing his name, nudging Jake’s hand.
“Wait,” says Ilmari with a raised hand of his own. He focuses his full attention on me. “Rakas, who did you pick?”
I glance between my guys. Shit. “Umm…”
“Oh, don’t you even fucking say it,” Jake groans. “You picked Cay too, didn’t you?”
I bite my lip, looking to Ilmari. God damn it, I hate to see that look in his eyes. It doesn’t really matter, right?
“I’m your husband, Rakas,” he says, the hurt evident in his tone.
“Yes, and I love you more than my own life,” I reply, stepping closer. “And you’re usually the most even-tempered man I know. But, love, you do have a tendency to go a little crazy where I’m concerned.”
He growls his annoyance. “Nonsense.”
This earns a snort from Jake and an eye roll from Caleb.
“Okay…well, what happened the last time we all went out to dinner?” I challenge.
“We had sushi,” he replies tonelessly.
“Yes, and what did you do when my order came out wrong?”
He glares at me. “I don’t see how getting a waitress to correct your order counts as going crazy.”
Jake scoffs again. “You made that waitress cry, Mars. I had to tip her forty percent so I could show my face in there again.”
Ilmari just keep his big arms folded over his chest, saying nothing.
“And what about our last game of beach volleyball?” I press. “Langley spiked the ball and I dove to get it and landed funny on my knee and what did you do?”
“This is ridiculous,” he mutters.
“You carried me three blocks back to the house to clean out the scrapes and get me an ice pack,” I say for him. “You wouldn’t let me walk, even after I said I was fine. You really think I want you being the one making major medical decisions on my behalf?”
“I’m your husband,” he growls.
“Hurts, doesn’t it?” Jake jabs.
I spin to face Caleb. “Well, wait a second. All three of us put you down as our emergency contact. Who did you write? You can’t write yourself.”
“He wrote you, of course,” says Jake. “Just promise me you’ll send me a postcard from the hospital, yeah?”
But I hold Caleb’s gaze, watching the way his jaw clenches.
“He didn’t,” says Ilmari. “He didn’t write Rachel either.”
Caleb groans, dragging a hand through his messy beach curls.
“Wait—you didn’t write Rachel?” says Jake, his tone brightening. “Oh my god, babe, did you write me? I’m your emergency contact?”
Caleb pulls his apologetic gaze from me, turning to Jake. He takes a step forward, reaching out a hand. “Babe, listen—”
“Oh, fuck no.” Jake jerks away. “Do not tell me you picked Mars. I swear to fucking god, Cay.”
Caleb closes the space between them, grabbing Jake by the upper arm. “Jake, I love you—”
“Spare me,” he huffs, trying to pull away, but Caleb grips him by the other arm and steps in.
“I love you, and I love Rachel—”
“Clearly,” Jake scoffs.
“But if I’m lying in a hospital bed, I’m sorry, but I want Mars to be the one with the power to unplug me,” he goes on.
“Wait, so in this situation I’m ending your life?” Ilmari says with a horrified look on his face.
“Hey, it could happen,” Caleb replies with a shrug. “You’re the only one who will consider rationally and weigh all the evidence. These two will just demand they do everything to keep my heart beating. You’ll know when it’s time to let me go.”
“Jeeeezus,” Jake says, his face suddenly ashen. “Do you have to be so morbid about it?”
“I hate talking about bus crashes and death beds,” I echo. “It’s really freaking me out, and I was having a great day up until now.”
“So I’m no one’s emergency contact,” Jake huffs, flapping his arms. “In case of emergency, when one of the three loves of my fucking life may be in actual mortal peril, I’ll have as much right to get a phone call as Poseidon?”
Hearing his name, the dog barks again.
“I cannot believe that I’m a literal fucking doctor, and yet not a single one of you put me down as your emergency contact,” I say.
“Guys, this isn’t a big deal,” Caleb reasons. “It’s just a name on a form—”
“Easy for you to say,” Jake snaps, trying to jerk away again. “It’s your name on all the fucking forms.”
Caleb’s dark eyes narrow on Jake, his shoulders going tense. “You know, I’m getting really fucking sick of your attitude. Mouth off me to me again, and I’ll show that mouth what it’s good for.”
Jake’s eyes go wide, anger and resentment etched on every line of his face. “Don’t you dare try to turn me on right now. I’m really upset about this, asshole. You know how much I need to feel needed. This really hurts that none of you put my name down.”
“Jake,” I say gently, inching closer. “We love you. We don’t want to hurt you. We would never want to put you in that awful position of hearing the news first, of making you have to be the one to tell the others. We were protecting you.”
“Well it feels a lot like getting shoved to the side. Last fucking place,” he mutters.
I place my hand on his arm just above Caleb’s. “First place,” I say. “Jake, we love you. And this is nothing,” I say with a wave of my hand. “Details. As mundane as a grocery list. We had paperwork, we filled it out. But we all know the reality here,” I add, glancing around at all three of them. “One team, right? One family. Four strong. It doesn’t matter who hears first that Caleb was attacked by a jellyfish at the beach. We’re all in this together. Forget husbands and wives and legal or illegal. The labels don’t matter. At least, they don’t to me. Be my best friend, be my husband, my lover, my partner. Pick any label you want, just be mine.”
This seems to ease Jake a bit, he relaxes slightly, giving me a little nod.
“You’re mine,” Caleb echoes, voice firm as he leans in to brush his lips at the corner of Jake’s mouth. “You’re fucking mine.” He sinks against Jake, pinning him to the counter with his hips, their foreheads touching.
Jake’s hands lift, bracing Cay at the elbows.
“You’re mine,” Caleb repeats, one hand raising to cup Jake’s stubbled cheek.
“Show me,” Jake replies, his resentment giving way to heat and raw need. He drops a hand down between them, cupping Caleb’s dick through his shorts. “Show me all the ways I’m yours—”
He barely gets the words out before Cay is kissing him. They moan against each other’s mouths, opening deep, their hands setting blazing paths as they touch all the skin they can reach, lighting each other up.
I hold back a whimper, my core going from ice floe to volcano.
“Oh fuck,” Jake pants, breaking their kiss. His head tips back, eyes closed, as Caleb drops his mouth down to suck on his neck, one hand slipping inside Jake’s athletic shorts. “Fuck me,” Jake begs. “Cay, please—”
Caleb silences him with another kiss, but it doesn’t last long before he’s pulling back, panting for breath. “Mars, get the fuck over here.”
Ilmari steps closer. I watch, heart in my throat, as he inches into their space.
“Anything to say to our guy?” Caleb says, his heated gaze still locked on Jake.
Ilmari’s large hand grabs Jake roughly by the jaw, turning him. Then he’s leaning in, his blue eyes like fiery ice. “You’re mine,” he growls. Surprising the fuck out of all of us, he presses his lips to Jake’s mouth, kissing him.
Caleb leans away, eyes wide, as Ilmari teases his tongue into Jake’s mouth. Jake moans, kissing him back, chasing his touch. My whole body hums as I try to keep the pieces of myself from shattering. Then Ilmari breaks his kiss with Jake, his hand already cupping the back of Caleb’s neck. Cay has no time to pull away before Ilmari is kissing him too.
“Oh fuck,” Jake whines, his gaze molten as he watches them.
Caleb more than reciprocates, one hand leaving Jake’s side to take hold of Ilmari.
Ilmari breaks the kiss and all three of them are panting. “You’re both mine,” he says. “Fight over me again, and I’ll tape your dicks together.”
Jake huffs a laugh as Caleb glares at him.
“Now fuck each other while I fuck our wife,” he says, shoving away from them as he steps around Cay’s back, his eyes locked on me.
I hold back a whimper as he crashes into me. Both arms band around me as he pulls me close, silencing my breathless cry with his mouth. We kiss like we’re starving for it. Knowing his lips are warm from kissing our guys has me melting. His sexual preferences are completely his own choice, but I can’t deny how it makes me ravenous to see my guys all love each other. He initiated it. He wanted it. He wanted to connect with them in that way and I am here for it one thousand fucking percent.
He spins me around, jerking my panties down, as he lifts me up, plopping my bare ass down on the kitchen island. I hiss at the cold feel of the granite on my cheeks, at such odds with the fire burning in my blood. Spreading my legs, he drops to his knees, covering my needy pussy with his mouth.
“Oh—” I cry, arching back as I fist his hair. I fling my other hand back, bracing against the counter.
He slips my legs over his shoulders, squeezing me tight around his face as he devours me, licking and sucking my clit.
“God—fuck—” I whine, my orgasm already spiraling so tight. “Don’t stop. Kulta, please—”
He pulls my thighs apart, spreading me wide as he shoves two thick fingers up inside me. Tongue teasing my clit, he works his fingers in like a jackhammer, power fucking me.
“Fuck,” I scream, head tipped back as I press past that feeling of needing to pee. “Ohmygod, ohmygod,” I cry, toes curling tight, legs cramping. My whole body unravels as I squirt, my pussy leaking into his mouth, gushing like a fountain.
Between my legs, Ilmari groans like a feral beast, swallowing every drop.
I’m wrung out, boneless. Squirting is so rare for me. It’s only happened two other times. Both with him. I don’t know what pussy magic he possesses, but he’s officially the king of eating me out.
Next to us, Caleb is on his knees, sucking Jake’s cock with hot, slurping sounds.
“Oh my fucking god,” Jake groans, head tipped back, both hands fisting Caleb’s hair. “More. Need more.”
Caleb pops off him, getting to his feet. He looks to me and I nod. I need more too. I need them all. This moment feels too important to play on tag teams.
“You call the shots, babe,” he says at me.
I nod again, tapping Ilmari’s shoulder. He rocks back on his heels and I slip off the counter to the floor. I’m still wearing my Ferrymen sweatshirt. I jerk it off and toss it, leaving me naked. Why do I always end up naked in this kitchen?
“I want you all,” I say. “Now. Caleb in my pussy, Jake in my ass. Ilmari, baby, fuck my face.”
Ilmari stands and Caleb leans in, wrapping a hand around my neck to pull me in for a kiss. He breaks it quick and nods. “Mars, living room. Move the table. Jake, get the lube.”
He drops his hand away from me and my guys split in three different directions. I watch from the kitchen as Caleb calls to the dog, putting him outside. Ilmari makes quick work of moving the coffee table, tossing a few blankets and pillows down onto the carpeted floor.
Jake reappears in moments, bottle of lube in hand. “Seattle, let’s go,” he calls. “Bring me that sweet fucking ass.”
I smile, my heart feeling so full as I watch my three guys come together in our living room, dropping their clothes to the floor. There’s no shame, no awkwardness. They’re all in. I walk around the end of the island, feeling like a queen, the endorphins of one orgasm already humming through my veins.
Caleb walks over to the wall, adjusting the lights on the wall panel, bringing down the brightness to set a more intimate mood. Ilmari uses the remote to turn on the electric fireplace. He knows how much I like stretching out naked in front of it, my post-sex glow warm on my skin. Meanwhile, Jake is already on his knees, fixing the blankets.
They know me. They take such good care of me. Who cares that I’m not their emergency contact? I’m the center of their collective universe.
With a smile, I flamingo each leg, tugging off my fuzzy socks. Nothing kills the mood for me quite like socks on feet during sex. My smile widens, seeing that all my guys have already done the same.
Ilmari is standing closest, his hand casually pumping his hard cock. He watches me with a heated gaze. “Come, Rakas.”
I step forward, my hand wrapping around his on his dick as I tip up on my toes, kissing him again. He tastes like me and I fucking love it.
Caleb steps in behind me, his hard cock pressing at my ass, his hands slipping between me and Ilmari to cup my breasts. His warm mouth settles on my neck, kissing up my ear then down my shoulder. He tweaks my nipples as Ilmari drops his mouth down to kiss the other side of my neck. I sigh, head tipping back, luxuriating in the feel of them.
Jake steps in and his hand smooths over my hip, down to cup my pussy. He groans, his fingers slipping through my wetness, circling my tender clit as I hum with need. I bite my lip, sinking into this perfect feeling of being touched by all three of them at once.
Jake’s fingers sink in deep. “Kiss me,” he says.
Caleb pulls back, making room for him so we can kiss. I love the taste of my Jake, the feel of his soft lips. He’s always the most groomed in the facial hair department. His upper lip is baby smooth as we open and tease, tongues flicking.
Then Caleb’s hand is at Jake’s neck, pulling him back to take his turn. I’m right there, sharing breath with them as they kiss, my hand still stroking Ilmari’s cock. Jake pulls away on a pant, his eyes glassy with need as he drops his face forward, kissing Ilmari’s shoulder and up his neck.
Ilmari groans, letting him do it as he finds my mouth, claiming me with the strength of his kiss.
Caleb steps to my side, his hand reaching up to grab Ilmari’s top knot, fisting tight. He lowers his mouth too, kissing the other side of his neck.
“No niin,” Ilmari groans, eyes shut tight as Jake and Caleb suck the sides of his neck.
I’m weak with need watching them. Fierce love boils up inside of me, threatening to burn me to ash. They’re mine. My loves. My family. I will protect them from any danger, run through fire for them, burn the world for them.
Jake and Caleb pull away, both breathless, chests heaving. It’s Caleb who speaks, still gripping tight to Ilmari’s top knot. “You’re fucking ours,” he says, intensity lacing his tone. “You’re not our friend. You’re ours.”
Ilmari nods, swallowing down whatever emotions he’s feeling. “Yours.” Then he glances down at me, need burning in his eyes. “Yours,” he says again, his gaze locked on me.
“Mine,” I echo. “Forever. No way out.”
“No way out,” he repeats, lowering his face to kiss me.
Jake moves his fingers inside me again, working my clit with his thumb. He sinks a third finger inside, stretching me out. “Baby, can I take you with Mars?” he asks, peppering kisses on my shoulder. “Please,” he begs. He looks to Ilmari. “Will you do DVP with me? Is that like, a limit for you or…”
I hold my breath, waiting for Ilmari to speak. He shares me with them all the time. Double penetration is nothing new. I know Caleb is his secret favorite. My not-so-straight husband loves himself a little ribbed cock action.
But he’s never been in my pussy with one of them before. Cocks pressed together as my walls hold them tight…
Oh god, I’m ready to explode just thinking about it.
Ilmari looks to me, a question in his eyes. “I don’t want to hurt you,” he murmurs. “My size—”
I silence him with a kiss, knowing he’s in. “You won’t,” I say through breathless kisses. “Kulta, you won’t. Let Jake show you how. Please, baby, I need you both so badly.” I hold to his shoulders, clinging to him, pouring out my aching need.
“We’ll make it so good for you,” Jake says at me, kissing me again as Ilmari pulls away.
Caleb has already dropped to one knee, rearranging a few pillows against the couch. “Mars, lie down,” he directs. “Jake needs to run this show. Your fat cock will stretch her out, and we’ll help you get her ready.”
Ilmari drops to his knees, pulling me down with him. I kiss across his chest, my hands slipping around to fist his firm ass. His hands do the same, pulling me to him. He tips my mouth up with a hand under my chin, claiming my lips.
Caleb drops down behind us, his hands smoothing over my hips and down to cup my pussy. I press back against his hips, widening my stance on my knees so he can slip three fingers in. I moan, biting Ilmari’s bottom lip, loving the feeling of Caleb’s fingers pumping deep.
“You’re such a good fucking girl,” Caleb murmurs behind me. If Ilmari get’s first prize in eating me out, Caleb is the king of dirty talk. This man can talk me to orgasm. And he has. More than once. Including once at a hospital fundraiser dinner. I swear to god, Poppy was sitting across the table from us and I think she knew what was up because ever since, she doesn’t put Caleb and I at the same table.
Fucking worth it.
“You want to take two cocks at once, baby,” he teases. “Want Jake and Mars to fill this perfect fucking pussy?”
“Yes,” I whimper.
“Want them to fill you so fucking tight?”
“Yes—”
“They’re going to make a mess of you. Our perfect good whore, so desperate for our cum. You’ll take it all, won’t you?”
“Yes—ah—” I gasp, my body shuddering as he slips his fingers out and slaps my pussy.
“God, I love your dirty fucking mouth,” Jake growls, pulling back on Cay and stealing his air with a filthy kiss. It’s hot and messy and they both moan into it.
“Turn around,” Ilmari orders. “Watch them while I stretch you.”
He helps me turn, one hand at my hip and one gripping tight to my shoulder, as he bends me forward and down, notching his cock between my legs.
“Take me,” he says. “All the way.”
On a breathless moan, I sink back onto him, my body adjusting to that first exquisite, painful stretch. It zings straight through me, crackling in my chest, down my fingertips. And then he’s moving, thrusting himself deeper.
Kneeling before me, Caleb has his cock fisted tight with Jake’s. At some point lube was added, making his hand slick and shiny. They both groan as Caleb works them both over, pulling with slow, luxurious strokes. No one is in a hurry. We all want this moment to last.
“Look at you riding that big cock,” Caleb teases, turning to watch as Ilmari sinks himself all the way in. “How does she feel, Mars?”
“Incredible,” he replies.
I bask in their praise as he rocks deep inside me. Then I cry out, my eyes opening wide with surprise as the sound of Ilmari’s slap reaches my ears. My ass cheek stings, the sharp heat burning through my skin and making my clit pulse. “Do it again,” I say, slamming his hips with mine. “Harder.”
Ilmari lifts both hands from my hips and slaps either sides of my ass with a grunt.
“Oh fuck,” I whine, my head drooping between my shoulders as I give over to the sensation.
Caleb’s fist on my hair has me looking up at him, head tipped back. “Open,” he growls, his dick tapping my lips.
I open for him, teasing his tip before I suck, his piercings gliding over my tongue. I don’t even mind the strawberry flavored lube.
He keeps his fist tight in my hair. “Again,” he orders, moving his hips to press deeper inside my mouth. “Harder.”
Ilmari’s large palm all but covers my my ass as he slaps me hard, the sting making me squeeze his cock so tight he groans. With Caleb all but choking me on his cock, I’m ready to see stars. My orgasm coils high and tight.
Caleb lets me go and I suck in air, saliva dripping down my chin. “Oh god,” I whine. “Please, please, more—ah—”
Caleb takes me by the throat, lifting me up off all fours so I’m on my knees, Ilmari rocking deep behind me. He lifts me by my hips, all but placing me in his lap as he buries himself inside me. Caleb inches closer, his hand holding firm pressure at my throat.
“Our good fucking girl likes it rough,” he says, his dark eyes molten with hunger. “She likes to be owned and fucked. Used. Don’t you?”
I nod, a tear slipping down my cheek as he chokes me, his pressure steady and even. I reach up, my hand wrapping around his wrist, ready to tell him if I’ve had enough.
With one hand at my throat, he drops his other between my legs. “Mars, hold on. Hold still.”
Ilmari holds me still, his warm breath fanning over my shoulder.
Caleb relaxes his hand at my throat as he uses his other to press two fingers in with Ilmari’s cock.
“Fuck,” Ilmari pants. “Caleb—”
“You like that?” Caleb teases. “Like that stretch? Just wait till Jake is pounding you both. You better cum all over his dick, Mars. And when you’re done, I’m licking you clean. No other man wears my husband’s cum unless I get a taste. That’s the rule. Agreed?”
Ilmari is silent behind me, but I feel him nod.
“Good,” says Cay, a triumphant smile on his face. “Then lie down. We’re doing this.”
Ilmari slips out of me and I sort of fall forward into Caleb’s embrace. My body hums with the need to come again. I watch as Ilmari lies down in a half recline, his back supported against the couch by the pillows. His proud cock rests hard and ready between his legs.
“Ride him, Hurricane,” Caleb directs. “Face him.”
I nod, dropping down to crawl over to Ilmari. He helps me shift over his lap, his strong hands at my hips. I nestle my pussy at the base of his dick, tipping up onto my knees. “You ready?”
He nods back, giving my hips a squeeze.
I sink down on him, adjusting my hips, taking him deep until he fills me so full.
“Spread your legs, Mars,” Jake says from behind me. As Ilmari shifts, Jake drops to his knees. His firm hands work their way up my back to my shoulders. “Bend over, baby girl. That’s it. So fucking perfect.”
Ilmari helps me curl forward, supporting some of my weight, as Jake smooths his hands over my ass.
“Gonna use my fingers first,” says Jake.
Ilmari and I both hold our breath, gazing into each other’s eyes as we feel Jake’s fingers press in. I bite my bottom lip, eyes falling shut as Jake curls his fingers along my inner wall, stretching me out.
“God, I need in this pussy,” Jake groans. “Wanna feel you both. Mars, just tell me to stop and it stops—”
“Do it,” Ilmari grunts beneath me. “Take us.”
I brace my hands against Ilmari’s chest, taking several short, shallow breaths as Jake presses in behind me, the tip of his lubed dick brushing feather light against my skin.
“Breathe for me, baby,” Jake soothes.
I suck in a breath, pushing it out as he presses in with the tip of his dick, stretching me, helping me open.
“Oh god,” I whimper. “Oh fuck. Do it. Fuck me, angel. Get inside.”
The stretch is intense. Ilmari is already so large all on his own, and Jake is big too. My men whisper soft words of encouragement in English and Finnish as Jake works himself in, filling me so full.
Tears sting the corners of my eyes as I breathe through the sensation of my men sharing me in this way for the first time.
“You are well?” Ilmari murmurs, raising a hand to brush my tear away.
I nod, desperate for more. “Yes. Jake, baby, please. Fuck me, please. Fuck us.”
Jake’s hands smooth over my ass to grip my hips. “Hold on tight, Seattle.”
I suck in a breath and then he pulls out to just the tip, slamming back in.
“Fuck,” I cry. “Oh, god—”
“Helvetti,” Ilmari groans, his hands at my sides, helping to support my weight.
“How does it feel?” Jake says, his hands smoothing up and down my hips as he rocks into me, into us.
“So fucking good,” I whimper. “Jake—fuck—”
He laughs, moving his hips, his cock sliding tight against Ilmari as he moves in and out of my aching, needy pussy.
Ilmari groans, head tipped back, eyes shut tight. It’s all he can do to hold off his orgasm as he fights the feeling of Jake’s silky smooth cock railing us both hard.
“Cay,” I cry out, nearly delirious with the rapid fire sensations sparking through my body. “Cay—I need—”
I can’t even finish the sentence. The sentiment is there. Need. I need all three of them. My men. My loves. Mine.
“Up,” he orders, pulling on my shoulder.
Ilmari keeps supporting me, my hands pressed on his chest, as Caleb pulls me up one handed, his other wrapped around the base of his cock.
I sink my mouth around him, knowing all three of my men are filling me, and my orgasm bursts like a super nova. My legs shake and my breathing stutters as my release hits me in waves. I’m exploding outward, even as my pussy tries to pull everything in. I squeeze them so tight both Jake and Ilmari curse and groan.
Jake’s movement hitches. “I can’t—fuck—ahh, god—” He loses control, coming inside me all over Ilmari’s dick.
Meanwhile, I make a mess of sucking Caleb’s cock as I pant and mewl like a helpless creature, spit on my chin as I suck his tip. He works his base, his other hand gripping tight to my hair.
Beneath me, Ilmari slams up with his hips, sending both Jake and I spiraling. He grunts, chasing his release. Mine is still fluttering, the final cascades not yet over, as I moan around Caleb’s cock, tasting him on my tongue.
“I’m coming,” Ilmari groans.
“Oh god—” Jake slumps over my back, his hard cock pulsing with Ilmari’s inside me as they both fill me so full.
“Fuck—take it,” Caleb groans next to me. “My good fucking girl. Take it all.”
He slaps his dick against my tongue as he jerks his own shaft. I take it like a greedy whore, letting him come in my open mouth. A whiny sound escapes my lips as I gaze up at him, loving the heat in his eyes as he stares right back at me, watching as his cum paints my lips and tongue. Once he’s sated, he sinks back with another curse and I close my eyes, licking my lips, swallowing the mess.
I lie on top of Ilmari, Jake curled over my back, their dicks still inside me. My breathing is ragged, my brain in pieces, body numb. Like a raw nerve, there’s nothing left to feel. They’ve wrung me dry.
After a few long moments where we all just breathe, Jake slips out of me with a groan, flopping down to Ilmari’s side. His chest heaves from the exertion as he catches his breath. “So fucking good,” he says on a sigh. “Best sex ever. Fuck, I love you guys so much, even if I’m not your emergency contact.”
Caleb recovers his wits, helping me shift off Ilmari. His cock slips free and I whimper, feeling the gush of cum that leaks from my spent pussy. God its filthy and perfect and so sacred I could cry. It’s us, and nothing could be more beautiful.
Caleb lays me on Ilmari’s other side, my boneless body curling up against his warm heat. Ilmari puts a protective arm around me, eyes closed as he breathes. Now it’s Caleb on his knees between Ilmari’s legs, gazing down at us. “Mars, tell me to stop,” he says, heat burning in his eyes. “Tell me you don’t want this.”
I hold my breath as I glance up at Ilmari.
Ilmari holds Caleb’s gaze. Slowly, his other arm reaches out to wrap around Jake’s shoulder. He pulls Jake to his side in a quiet gesture of possession. Jake lets himself be pulled, his eyes just as wide as mine. As Caleb watches, Ilmari kisses first my brow, then Jake’s. “Take it,” he says at last. “It’s yours.”
Caleb spares a glance for Jake, waiting.
I look at him too, heart in my throat.
Slowly, Jake turns, brushing a kiss against the bare skin of Ilmari’s chest. He looks back at Caleb. “Take it, baby. Get your mouth on that dick and tell me how good I taste.”
With a groan, Caleb sinks down, one hand holding Ilmari’s half-hard dick as he covers his tip with his mouth. The three of us watch as Caleb gives Ilmari a sultry post-orgasm blowjob. Slow and sensual, Caleb savors him with needy sounds. And Ilmari doesn’t go soft. No, our Viking hockey god just gets hard again. He groans, his hand coming around to squeeze my breast as he closes his eyes, head arching back.
I can’t tear my eyes away as I watch Caleb take him deep. He’s loving this. They both are. It’s intimate, close, heartfelt. I lose the ability to breathe when Jake slips out from under Ilmari’s arm, shimmying down his side to join Caleb.
As I watch, my men taste Ilmari together, teasing his shaft and tip with their tongues, worshipping the cock that just filled me with cum. My heart is going to burst. I can’t stand it. I can’t leave them to take this step alone. With a desperate whine, I scoot down Ilmari’s side, eager to join them.
“Christ—” Ilmari cries out, his hands gripping to the couch as he holds his hips still, letting the three of us tease him together.
Jake and I taste his shaft as Caleb sucks his tip. Ever the dom, Caleb grabs us by the hair, holding tight as we tease our groaning Finn.
“I’m coming—fuck—”
Caleb lifts off Ilmari’s tip as Ilmari’s cum hits his mouth. It drips back down his shaft. Jake and I groan as we taste him, the three of us united in sharing this gift he’s granting us. When it’s over, Caleb pulls me in by my hair, kissing me deep. Then he pulls Jake in, kissing him with equal passion. Beneath us, a spent Ilmari watches us through hooded eyes, his chest heaving.
Caleb and Jake break apart and Caleb gazes up Ilmari’s body to his face. “Ours,” he says, his hands are now protectively holding to me and Jake.
Ilmari nods, sitting up. His hands lift to rest on our opposite shoulders, staking his claim on us. “Yours. I’m yours.”
Seizing my moment, I smile. “I’m changing my emergency contact.”
Three pairs of eyes glare at me.
“To who?” Jake says as Caleb says, “Why?”
I smile at Jake. “You want to be the first to know? Fine by me. You should get a call in the morning with a pretty important update. Be sure to tell the others, yeah?”
“What update?” he says, eyes wide.
Ilmari and Caleb are both watching me too, confused.
I was planning to wait and do this after we got back from Seattle because I didn’t want to steal Harrison’s thunder. But you know what? In this moment, the timing feels pretty fucking perfect. And my boys are good at keeping secrets. This will be a Team Price exclusive.
“They had to move my ultrasound appointment next week from Tuesday to Thursday,” I say. “Does that work for you, angel? Thursday at 2:30?”
Before he can respond, I get to my feet and start to walk away.
I can practically hear the moment three brains explode behind me. And then I’m laughing, racing into the kitchen, my men hot on my heels.
