My 3 Rockstar Bosses

And once the words were out, we descended on her like ravenous animals desperate for their woman. Our hands caressed, our lips touched, and the curvy woman fell back into our embrace, giving her all.

“Yes,” she murmured again. “Yes, Nick, Trent and Mason. Yes, Alpha Prime. I’m yours.”

It was too good to be true. City lights spilled in through the floor to ceiling windows. The stars burned down at us. Cars rushed through the streets far below us in a ribbon of light, and yet we saw nothing. Because Katy was back, the answer to our dreams. So I buried my nose in her soft throat, whispering against that milk-white skin.

“Thank you honey,” the words came out slightly choked. “We won’t ever leave you again.”

She mewled and held on tight, her soft body trembling like a leaf caught in a rainstorm. Our girl clung like she would never, ever let go.

“Do you promise?”

“I promise,” I rumbled into her ear.

A growl of possession flashed through me. Because she was ours, the answer to our dreams. We would survive, both as a band as a quartet. Alpha Prime was on its way back to the top with the girl who made it all possible.

And I had to tell Katy. I had to make sure there was no confusion whatsoever when it came to our love and adoration.

“We love you, Kitty-Kat,” I rasped. “You are the answer to our dreams, you and the baby now. You belong to us.”

She mewled in assent, tilting her head back as we stripped that lush form bare. And finally, the woman was nude. Trent took her hand and tugged her all the way back to the living room of our suite, by the big windows overlooking the city. She walked like Aphrodite strolling through a garden, hips swaying like a pendulum while those beautiful breasts bobbled with each step.

At the window, the gorgeous female stopped and turned to face us.

Standing in front of the sky-high windows and surrounded by all that New York light, Katy was absolutely perfect. Her jugs were even bigger than the last time. Her curvy hips had filled out more, that giant belly heavy with child. Again, one hundred percent perfection. My hands itched to caress her all over.

“We missed you, baby,” Mason rumbled. “Show us. Give us your all.”

And Katy knew exactly what we needed. Our sweet girl licked her lips like she was starring in a movie. She spread her legs and leaned back against the triple-reinforced glass, parting those puffy folds with one hand.

Oh fuck, it was beautiful. Our girl held her nether lips open, letting us glimpse the glistening ruby red within. She used the other hand to signal us closer.

“Now you show me, all of you,” she murmured, caramel eyes bright. “Tit for tat.”

And that’s what I loved most about her. Because Katy was different now. Yes, she was the girl we’d fallen in love with, but she was also so much more. The brunette was a woman in full now, someone who had needs and desires, who stood up and asked when it was her turn.

And right now, that was happening. Our girl wasn’t going to do a show without asking us for the same. And we gave, both with our bodies and hearts.

“Yes sweetheart,” growled Trent, blue eyes penetrating as he undid his zip.

“Absolutely,” rasped Mason, his shaft already out, dripping onto the floor in a long, wet stream.

And finally me.

“Honey,” I rumbled. “This time it’s for real. Are you ready? Because there’s no going back. After we take you with our child already inside, you’ll never leave our sides. You’re ours, through and through, forever. Can you handle that?”

And the new Katy smiled, this time cupping both breasts in her hands.

“Yes, Mason, Trent and Nick. Yes, my alphas. I’m yours.”

And like animals, we descended on her then, kissing and loving every inch of her creamy skin while worshipping that heavily pregnant belly. Because sometimes, things turn out different than you anticipate. We’d hired a personal assistant cum stewardess, thinking she’d be the next notch in our bedposts. Someone we’d tantalize and tease, to be discarded once we were done.

But our beautiful girl turned things on their head. Because Katy was our personal assistant, but so much more as well. She was giving, sweet and vulnerable, helping us to become the best men we could be. The brunette showed us that there was more to life than crafting tunes and selling records. There was peace, harmony, and most of all love.

So how will things work out? I can’t say for sure. After all, Katy can’t marry all three of us, polygamy isn’t legal. But there are different ways to lead life and we’ll figure it out. Maybe it’s a big mansion in the desert where no one knows. Or fuck it. We’re Alpha Prime, and anything’s possible. This band came from the darkest depths, only to succeed beyond our wildest expectations. Who says dreams can’t come true?

So yeah, maybe we’ll live with Katy out in the open. Maybe we’ll parade the curvy girl around, showing her off for the world to see. Because she’s our most important fan, the beautiful brunette who made life worth living … and we’ll never let her go again.

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