All The Best Men

“So that’s why we love you,” finished Tyler. “Sweet, sweet Katie with the big brown eyes and innocent ways. You remind us of what really matters, and what’s really going to make us happy. And that’s you, baby girl. That’s being here with you, living the good life, exploring the future.”

And with that my heart raced furiously, tears rolling down my cheeks in streams.

The alphas looked stricken.

“What is it?” rasped Tyler. “Why are you crying?”

“Oh shit,” said Mason in an anguished growl. “We completely fucked up, didn’t we? I’m sorry, honey, I’m so sorry.”

But it wasn’t that. They were tears of joy this time, tears of belief and positivity. Because my billionaires were willing to uproot themselves, to move massive amounts of money and people, only to start over here, in little Knox, Tennessee. Who’d have thought it possible? Who’ve thought that three men would uproot their lives for me? Because I had nothing to offer but my heart and soul, my everything theirs.

But evidently, that was more than enough because suddenly I was laughing and crying at the same time.

“I love you too,” came my choked words. “And yes, I want you to stay. I desperately want you to re-locate here. I don’t want to be – to be some woman of the night, someone you fly in and fuck before taking off.”

“You’ll never be that,” growled Mason tenderly, kissing my forehead. “Never. You mean too much to us.”

“We’ll never do that to you,” assured Kane, placing a kiss on my neck. “Absolutely not.”

And Tyler was last.

“All we ask,” he rumbled, blue eyes hot, “Is that you give yourself to us in marriage. Because honey, we have to make it legal before man and god and everyone else that matters. Will you, sweetheart?” he asked, eyes searching. “Will you, Katie Evans, marry us?”

And what could I say but yes? Passionately, I kissed each one, whispering my promises, my hopes and dreams against their lips. Because this relationship started out as a fling, nothing more. I hooked up at my best friend’s wedding with not one, but three hot alphas. It was never supposed to be more than a dalliance, a quick roll in the hay and nothing more.

But somewhere along the way, Mason, Tyler, Kane and I fell in love. It’s untraditional, yes, but our adoration is magnified because there are four people. Our understanding is deeper, more complex and yet more simple as well because with four minds and four hearts, there’s a multiplicity of support, so much that it sustains us through difficult times, carrying the raft when we hit stormy waters.

So yes, I’m getting married to the men of my dreams. Can you believe it? Tyler, Kane and Mason came to a small-town wedding, expecting nothing but forty-eight hours of boredom before jetting off once more on their private plane. But instead, the unexpected happened. The three groomsmen stayed, and came out with a beautiful, blushing bride on the other end.

And as for me? All I can say is that I count myself incredibly lucky. Lucky in life and lucky in love, always and forever now. Because the alpha billionaires are truly the best men a woman could ever have.

EPILOGUE

Katie

One year later …

“Ahhh! Ahhh! Right there, Kane! Yes!” Kane’s fat cock thrust into my ass and it felt so good as I perched on my hands and knees, eyes squeezed shut, taking the deep drill. “Ahhhh!”

And as Kane’s hips pistoned, my body literally jolting forwards with every thrust, Mason stuffed a pillow beneath my stomach, making sure there was plenty of support. But suddenly Kane stopped all movement, dicktip dripping heavily against my thigh.

“You okay?” he panted, gripping my hips to peer at my face. “Baby, did I hurt you?” His hand rubbed my bare ass worriedly, as if that might help.

Because early when I first got pregnant, there were stories. Don’t jump up and down, the baby will get motion sickness. Don’t drink cold water, babies only like warm. And best of all: don’t do vaginal, forceful thrusts will crater the child’s head.

So we were careful, in a way. No more vaginal, only anal, and I’ve been getting it in my back end for a couple months straight now. It’s fantastic, my asshole’s so loose and hungry these days, dying for cock.

Because one of those old wives’ tales was actually correct. Pregnant women are horny. Crazy horny, and as a result, I’m begging for anal two, three times a day now, the huge basketball in my belly a turn-on to my husbands.

“Unnnh,” I moaned again, head dropping. “Put it back in, I hate when I’m empty. Put it back in my ass,” came my pleading voice.

And Kane obliged, probing my anus with his glans before sliding forwards in one, smooth thrust.

“Unnh!” we grunted in unison. “Unnh, unnh!”