Three Rockstars of Sin

Standing in front of the sky-high windows and surrounded by all that New York light, Kate 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,” Gunner rumbled. “Show us. Give us your all.”

And Kate 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 Kate 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 Brody, blue eyes penetrating as he undid his zip.

“Absolutely,” rasped Gunner, 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 Kate smiled, this time cupping both breasts in her hands.

“Yes, Gunner, Brody and Hudson. 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 Kate 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, Kate 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 Hard Fought, 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 Kate 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.EpilogueKateA year later.

The plane soared into the sky as the springs squeaked.

Eek, eek, eek!

Gunner’s giant cock pushed deep into my pussy doggy style. Beneath me, Hudson filled my anus full, stretching the rim. Brody’s thick cock pistoned down my throat. I swallowed and gulped, milking him like mad. There was no question that this was pure bliss.

“Fuck, yeah, Katie.” Brody growled down at me and I look up at him, that gorgeous frame upside down and crouched over my head. My men were glorious, all muscled abs, flexing and heaving as we enjoyed ourselves.

Tingles of pleasure ran through me like an electrical current, and I mewled hungrily.

“Sweetheart,” Hudson gasped. “Shit, you feel good.”

I flexed my anus in answer, which made Gunner cry out.

“Aw crap,” he growled. “Keep that up and it’s going to be over stat.”

I smiled knowingly because this is how it is with my men. Our loving is constant, continuous, and always fulfilling. And nothing’s changed after a year together. Because pregnant and desperately in love with three men, all I knew was that I wanted them and I wanted us to work.

And it did. In fact, it worked perfectly.

After I came to their hotel room to confront them about our unborn baby, our lives changed. Within days, the tour was officially done and Hard Fought rented an apartment for our family bordering Central Park.

“This is beautiful,” I gasped, looking at the vast expanse of lawn below. “Are you sure though? And why so many bedrooms? You know we just need one big bed,” I said with a sweet smile.