She felt the orgasm building immediately. She was so horny these days that the barest bit of stimulation set her off. But she still thanked God that they had moved their combined offices and studio into the house and grounds, so her men could service her any time of the day.
Shyla had taken over as their PA, doing the same work for them as she did for her father, alongside her obligations to him. It suited all of them and would be even more beneficial once the baby was born.
Fireworks went off in Shyla’s head and radiated out to all of her nerve endings as the bright crest of her climax exploded into glittering shards then started to build all over again.
Her men quickened, long, smooth strokes becoming short and jerky as they neared their own peaks.
Lazarus lifted his lips from hers and threw back his head, his grip on her breasts tightening as his features contorted in pleasure. Shyla looked down just in time to see ropes of hot cum gush over her breasts and the sight and sounds of her husband’s pleasure set her off again.
Dante and Jericho rode Shyla through her second orgasm, pounding into her as they chased their own ecstasy. She clenched around them when Dante sank his teeth into the chord of muscle where her shoulder met her neck, then milked them to completion.
Lazarus had already gone to fetch a cloth and wiped the evidence of his enjoyment from her skin moments before she collapsed on top of Jericho, her labored breathing matching theirs.
Gentle hands cleaned her up and she closed her eyes content to let them take care of her.
She was drifting, half awake, half asleep on a sea of satiation when her husbands curled around her.
“Wake up, sleepy head, we’ve got a surprise for you.” Lazarus prodded at her, encouraging her to open her eyes.
Shyla blinked a couple of times and did her best to brush off the vestiges of sleep.
“A surprise?” she asked with a contented yawn. “What for?”
“Because it’s the anniversary of the day we got stranded together,” Jericho told her.
That woke her up. She’d remembered it herself, of course. The date was engraved on her mind for all eternity, but she hadn’t realized they’d known it too.
She maneuvered herself until she was sitting against the headboard, supported by comfortable pillows, and leaned into Jericho’s shoulder as Dante, on her other side took hold of her hand and pressed sweet kisses to her fingers, while Lazarus, dressed only in his boxers, kneeled opposite her on the bed, a large envelope in his hand.
“What is it?” She asked with a frown as he held it out for her to take.
Lazarus just smiled. So did Jericho and Dante.
“Take a look,” he encouraged.
Shyla slipped her fingernail under the seal and drew out some very official looking documents.
At first, she didn’t understand them, and it took a while to work out what they were.
Then her hand came up to cover her mouth as a sharp exclamation dropped from her lips.
“Oh! Oh, my goodness. Did you…? How? Is this really what I think it is?”
Tears welling in her eyes, as another effect of her pregnancy hormones - the easy tears - pricked at her eyes then overflowed.
“You bought the cabin?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.
The three of them beamed as Shyla located the deed to the tiny, one room, cabin which had sheltered them and brought them together.
Shyla knuckled away the tears, but they were just replaced by more. Tears of happiness so profound, the core of which stemmed from the very property they had just gifted her with.
“We tried to locate the owner for over a year,” Lazarus told her.
“We started looking almost as soon as you agreed to move in with us and build a life together,” Jericho added.
“The cabin is close to our hearts, just as I’m certain it’s close to yours,” Dante murmured, leaning forward to place a soft kiss on her trembling lips.
“It’s the place where we got to know you,” Jericho continued, tightening his arms around her.