“Just do it,” he mutters in response.
Isabel kneels on the other side of Drake, pulling his lips to hers for a rough kiss. As I press my cock past the tight ring of his ass, he groans loudly into her mouth. I’m lost to the sensation of his body as he takes me all the way in. I can hardly breathe from the tightness of him. Like he was made for me.
In the mirror, we find each other, our gazes locked as my thrusts pick up speed. Isabel watches with desire in her eyes and my gaze drifts from Drake to her. And as she watches me fuck my best friend, I realize how damn lucky I am to have them both. What are the odds that we would end up this way? What are the odds I would findtwoloves of my life? Tenderly, I reach down and stroke her cheek, and she leans into my fingers.
With my eyes on her and his on me, I finally lose control. I’m blinded by pleasure as my orgasm cascades through my body. Holding both of them in my hands, I let my heartbeat slow to a normal rhythm.
“Happy birthday, Hunter,” she whispers.
And I can’t help but smile as I lean against Drake’s broad frame. Another year older, and it doesn’t scare me one bit. I have no idea what the future holds or where the three of us will go from here, but I know for certain it can’t throw anything at us that we can’t handle together.
Rule #41: Ready or not…
Epilogue
Drake
Six months later
“It’s done!”
Two pairs of footsteps echo through the house as they come to see my handiwork. I’m pretty proud of this one, to be honest. It wasn’t easy, but it had to be done. As much as Isabel loves being sandwiched between us, two six-foot-plus men cannot comfortably share a king-size bed with a girl in between, at least not for any prolonged length of time.
And sleeping in the guest room was out of the question. I tried it one night, and they lost their fucking minds. It had them thinking I was pulling out of the relationship, wanting my space, and regretting the decision to make this thing real.
I wasn’t doing any of those things. I was just looking for a good night’s sleep, without worrying about smothering Isabel in her sleep.
Besides, the guest bedroom is under renovations now anyway.
As they walk into the room, Isabel’s eyes widen. “It’s perfect!”
“It’s a good thing you built us a giant master bedroom,” Hunter replies.
“Yeah, maybe you saw this coming.” Isabel is smiling as she walks over to the now giant bed. “So this is two kings?”
“Yep.”
“That’s way too big,” she replies with a laugh, arching her back like she’s trying to stretch muscles she can’t reach anymore.
“Well, we need big,” Hunter adds, walking over to rub her round belly and kiss her on the temple.
“Oh, hell no.” I drop the drill in my tool bag before glaring at them. “I didn’t build this bed to fit them, too. I’m building them cribs, remember. They can sleep in those.”
Isabel is biting her lip as she leans against Hunter, both of them looking too fucking smug as if they know I’m probably going to cave and let those two little brats take up my precious bed space. I’m thirty-five years old and I got this far never sharing a bed with anyone. Now I’m expected to share it with not just two, butfourpeople.
Okay two people and two perfect little babies.
Mybabies.
Well…myin the loose non-technical way. We have a theory about who got her pregnant. Isabel swears she was supposed to get her period after that day she and I shared in the bathroom, and she definitely had it before… But then again, we did have alotof sex after Hunter came home, so who’s to say, really. And we’re not playing any of thatwe don’t want to know because it doesn’t mattercrap. Isabel wants to find out for sure, so if they are mine, she and Hunter can try after these two are out. Or vice versa, if they’re his.
More than two kids…wonderful. Not exactly what I had planned for my future. I was a scoundrel, and I was okay with that. I had it all mapped out to work at Salacious as long as I could, maybe help build a whole new club somewhere, enjoy as much sex as physically possible, and never be tied down to anyone.
I was okay with that.
But this…this I’m more than okay with. I still work at Salacious. There’s already talk of building a whole new club. I have way more sex than I ever thought physically possible, and I’m tied down to the two people who make life worth living.
“So…can we get a mattress on this thing?” Isabel asks, waddling her giant belly toward her beloved yoga ball where she sits, a sudden expression of relief morphing her features. She only has three months left, but I have no idea where she’s going to put it. She already looks ridiculous with her tiny frame and protruding stomach. And yet…no woman has ever looked more beautiful to me.