Gunner grinned.
“Sure honey, but only the best will do. With the baby on the way, we want to make sure you, and her, have everything at your disposal.”
I smiled, but my gaze grew worried.
“Are you going back on the road afterwards?” came my quivering voice. “So soon after the birth?”
Something indescribable flashed in their eyes then.
“We’re touring again,” confirmed Hudson, his voice harsh and possessive. “But we’re taking you with us. And the baby. We’re a family now, and that’s what matters. We’ll get nannies and whatever else little Luna needs to make it possible.”
Joy filled my soul then. Because what more could a woman ask for? Three adoring men wanted me and my child. Three rock stars took every step to ensure my happiness, providing me with anything my heart desired.
And most of all, they shower me with love. We’ve learned our lesson and now the adoration flows free, bathing us in its glow, letting us bask in confidence knowing that it won’t stop. Because that’s the beauty of being with three men. There’s so much love that it’s impossible to contain, and now our days and nights are filled with happiness.
Plus, there was little Luna, a much-anticipated fifth to our family circle. When she arrived, the little girl had her daddies wrapped around her finger from the first coo.
“She looks just like you,” marveled Brody, gently patting his daughter’s head. “Exactly like you, Kitty Kat.”
I had to laugh at that because that was the love speaking again. In fact, little Luna looked exactly like her fathers with raven hair and bright blue eyes, down to the dimple in her cheek.
And things have worked out. At the moment, Luna was sleeping peacefully in the soundproof bedroom that her daddies had built in the back of the plane. Sweet little Luna had no idea what was going on right next door in the Mile High Club.
Oh, how lucky I am.
And sighing, I flexed once more, making all three men cry out.
“Sweetheart,” panted Hudson. “I’m close, so close.”
“Again,” commanded Brody, his voice rough. “Take us there, honey.”
And Gunner was last.
“Do it,” he rasped harshly. “Do what you always do to us.”
And with that, I tightened my entire body, mouth, pussy and anus clamping down with a death squeeze. Sure enough, the men roared and erupted then, jerking and twitching in my sweetest spaces. And the knowledge that I’d done this, that I’d helped my husbands come simultaneously pushed me over the edge as well. Because suddenly, I was soaring as well, my body shaking and pulsing as tremors ran through my cunt and ass, milking the three cocks of their sweetest semen.
“Mmmm!” I cried. “Mmm, mmmm!”
And the men answered.
“More,” roared Brody.
“Yes,” grunted Hudson.
“We love you,” rasped Gunner harshly, his gaze seizing mine.
And it’s the truth. Because these are my husbands now, bound to me by the metal circlets all four of us wear on our ring fingers. Because Hudson, Brody and Gunner made it legal. It wasn’t enough just to be together, basking in mutual adoration. They wanted to get married before the eyes of God and State, even if I could only marry one of them.
So we did it in a short, simple ceremony. And as far as the state of New York is concerned, Brody is my husband. But as far as I’m concerned, they’re all my husbands. We exchanged vows in the privacy of our home, one right after the other, shortly after the civil ceremony, and that was the one that counted. Maybe the state didn’t recognize what we had, but there’s a vow that took place in our hearts, the four of us binding ourselves for life.
So yes, life can’t be any sweeter. We travel together as a family—me, Luna, my three husbands as Hard Fought rules the world. Non-traditional? Yes. But people are too intimidated by the band’s fame and fortune to say much. Sure, there were the whispered rumors, the speculation as people looked from Luna to her fathers, and then back again.
But I’ve matured a lot, and I know what counts. After the wild ride we went through, it’s not worth it to focus on the small things. Instead, what matters is the loving. And with Gunner, Brody and Hudson by my side … life couldn’t be any sweeter.* * *The End