Then later that afternoon as she lay by the pool, Brock had oiled every inch of her skin with a thick layer of tanning oil before turning her to her stomach and fucking her through more than one orgasm. She had slept the rest of the evening; he grinned at the thought.

“I always want you, Sam,” she said as her lips moved to his neck, her teeth rasping against his skin. “I could keep you buried inside me forever.”

Her hands moved between them to pull at his pants. Sam lifted his hips, helping her to pull the sweat pants down his thighs, releasing the thick length of his cock. She whimpered as he positioned himself and began to ease into the ultra tight depths of her body.

“Damn.” His fingers clasped the full globes of her rear, separating them until he could feel the base of the plug she had inserted.

“I need it all.” She gasped for breath, her nails biting into his shoulders as she impaled herself slowly on his erection. “I need all of you, Sam.”

He groaned her name, he couldn’t help it. He pushed in hard and deep, giving her the bite of pain she craved as his lips covered hers. She was a wildcat, in bed and out. His tongue plunged past her lips as he gripped the base of the plug, moving it in time to her thrusts on his cock, letting her feel the fullness, the flaring heat of the double penetration.

Her moans rose, her pussy growing wetter by the second, her tempestuous passions burning him alive. She stroked around him, so hot and snug around his erection that he had to grit his teeth to hold onto his control. His hips thrust in time to hers, plunging his cock harder, deeper inside her as he felt the convulsive ripples of nearing climax that echoed through her snug channel.

“You’re so tight, Heather,” he whispered against her ear as he powered deep and hard inside her. “So hot, so perfect…” His breath caught as he heard the sound of her whimpers change. Breathy, hitching with excitement. “Yeah baby,” he groaned, his cock throbbing, flexing as he neared his own release. “Tighten on me, Heather. Grip me, baby, until it hurts to move.”

And she was doing just that. Shuddering, she could only hold herself still then as he gripped her hips, holding her to him as he thrust his cock inside her despite the tight, slick drag of her muscles clasping him. When she came, she screamed his name. Her body jerked in his arms as he pushed his cock inside her hard, deep, before allowing his seed to jet in thick, hot streams into the depths of her cunt.

Her wet flesh rippled around him as she shivered in his arms, fighting for breath. Little cries from her echoing climax sounded against his chest as her arms tightened around him.

“You’ve given me more than any woman has a right to hold.” Her voice sounded filled with tears, emotion thickening it. “I love you, Sam.”

He breathed in hard and deep. “And you’ve given me more than I dreamed possible,” he countered. “I worship you, Heather. In ways you’ll never know.”

Epilogue

“So what do you think?” Screams of pleasure echoed through the house, muffled by the door of the family room and the kitchen, as Marly begged, pleaded for release.

“Does it really matter?” Sarah yawned as she sipped at her coffee, then sighed tiredly as she propped her chin in her hand and stared at Heather across the table. “What do you think?”

“Explains the damned moodiness.” Sarah shook her head in amazement as Heather watched her. “Would be kinda nice, though.”

Heather blinked in surprise. She would have laughed in amazement, but over the last six months she had learned not to. The wedding had been strange enough, but the most beautiful experience of her life. Only the closest friends of the August family and the women had been in attendance. The controversy would have scandalized the community. Hell, the world. Three couples intermarrying. Heather was married to three men, as were Sarah and Marly. Not legally, of course, the legal ceremony had bound her to Sam for all time, but the less formal ceremony had bound her heart to all three men.

It was unconventional. It was scandalous. Heather was loving it.

“Those men will be grinning, strutting fools,” Sarah smiled as she sipped from her coffee again.

Heather snorted. That wouldn’t describe it.

“Sarah,” she sighed. “Have you thought, they have no idea which of them is the father?”

Sarah shook her head. “It won’t matter to them, Heather. That baby belongs to all of them. Just as ours will, no matter if the other two are there at the time or not.”

Heather turned and stared out the wide picture window into the early spring morning. The last six months had been the happiest of her life. As Sam had explained, she held them all, though in different ways. Sex with the brothers wasn’t an everyday thing, but it was often. The morning after the weddings, Cade had caught her stumbling into the kitchen for coffee. Before she had the first cup poured she had his cock filling her pussy.

Strong, driving strokes that had her crying out his name, spasming around his hard flesh as she climaxed in his arms. Later that evening, it had been Brock, straddling her prone body by the pool, his cock easing into her greased anus as the Rabbit vibrator had driven her cunt crazy. She still remembered that. The explosive, screaming climax had left her trembling as Brock shot his seed deep inside the hot depths of her ass.

And every night, several times through the day, Sam was there. Loving her, touching her, taking her with heat and joy. And now Marly was pregnant.

“Good God,” she mumbled, dropping her head to the table. “Are you aware of the fact that as she gets farther along, she’ll be out of commission?”

Silence filled the room. She glanced up at Sarah and saw the concern on the other woman’s face.

“Poor guys, I’m not taking up the slack.” Sarah shook her head determinedly. “You can.”

“Me?” Heather squeaked incredulously. “Do I look like a damned bunny to you? Those men have more testosterone than twenty just like them. I’m not taking the slack up.”

“Now look, Heather, you’re younger…”

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