Hot 4 (Multiple Love)

These men are more than I could have hoped for and more than I deserve, although I know they would disagree.

We sleep for a few hours before someone's body slides closer to mine from behind. I don't open my eyes to find out who it is because it doesn't matter. There are no differences in the way I feel about these men.

It starts slowly with soft kisses on my neck, hands sliding over my breasts, fingers searching between my legs. When I'm wet, a hard, thick cock pushes inside me, and I moan softly. More hands find my willing body, a mouth on my nipples, my leg hitched up. Another cock pushing inside me until I'm so stuffed, I can't move. I'm totally in their control, exactly where I need to be.

I come, and it's like stepping off the edge into a warm pool. Ripples of pleasure spread from my pussy through my body.

I'm filled again and again by my men who share me with no possessiveness, just openness, and love.

And after, I rest on someone's strong chest, a leg thrown over mine, a hand anchoring my waist, and I know in my mind, my body, and deep down in my heart.

This is my world.

These four men blazed into my life, showing me heat that I've never experienced before.

And now, I can't imagine being without them. Our love simmers perfectly, and I rest contentedly between them, believing that it will be that way forever.

EPILOGUE

The sun is just beginning to peek over the horizon, changing the black of the night sky into brown and then burnt orange, before finally illuminating the ocean with shards of gold. The baby in my arms stirs, and I gaze down at my son, tucking the blanket that envelopes him a little closer. This time of the morning has a chill that will pass soon. In my yoga pants, I'm warm enough, but this little mite needs to snuggle up.

Behind me, in the bedroom, his fathers sleep like the dead. If I shook them, I know they'd wake and want to help look after little Brett, but I'm enjoying some quiet alone time, watching the beauty of a new day unfold and marveling at how quickly my little one is growing.

The door of the balcony next door slides open, and Natalie appears in a pretty, blue nightshirt. Her pixie hair is messy, and she stretches, not yet aware that she has an audience. Turning, she ushers for someone to join her. Little Thai toddles toward his momma, his arms outstretched, and she scoops him up, pointing to the sun. She whispers into his ears, and he listens attentively, staring at the beauty that brought me to the balcony earlier. After a moment, Natalie turns, sees me, and smiles.

"Look. Auntie Connie's watching the sun come and say hello too," she says. Thai struggles in Natalie's arms, and when she lowers him to the ground, he toddles toward me. Natalie takes his hand so he can’t disturb Brett.

"Brett's an early riser," she says, shaking her head. "I wish I could tell you that it gets better, but this would prove me a liar." Waving her hand in a circle over Thai's head, she smiles. "I'm bone tired, but seeing his enthusiasm for just about everything is the cutest thing. My mom keeps telling me to appreciate everything because they grow too fast."

"I can believe it," I whisper. "It seems like yesterday that Thai was Brett's size, and now look at him. He's giant."

"At least Tommy sleeps," she adds, nodding toward the room where her husbands are still sleeping too. Natalie's other twin is the most placid child I've ever met. He just loves watching people, and as long as there is a lot going on around him, he's happy to sit and take in the action. He's also been sleeping through the night since he was three months old. Something I keep telling Brett, hoping that he will want to compete with his second cousin in this life skill if nothing else.

"It's a big, exciting day," Natalie says, gazing at Brett with a soft smile on her face.

"It is. And nerve-wracking too."

"It'll be fine." She's trying to reassure me, but she really has no idea how my sister's wedding will be. Dad is still on the warpath about my living situation. Even when the boys asked him for my hand in marriage, it wasn't enough. He just laughed and asked how the hell they thought they were going to achieve a religious union when we are living in sin. Holden patiently reminded him of all the biblical men who had many wives, but Dad had switched off his ears by then, probably because what he really knows about the good book could fit on the back of a postage stamp.