This time I shake my head, and his lips find my neck again. His warm breath tickles my skin as he shifts his hips and pushes inside me in one thrust, and all of a sudden, I’m needy again.
I know I don’t have much experience—well, any experience outside of these men—but I don’t know how women cope being with just one man. What if they’re needy again, and he doesn’t have the energy to go a second time? I’m never going to have that problem.
Cash shifts, bringing a hand down to grip my hip. I roll myself against him, clutching my pussy tight to increase the intensity for both of us. His fingers play with my nipples, but then Scott shifts closer, his face leveling with mine. “I love watching you fuck. You get this look on your face…like you’ve gone somewhere else.”
His lips find mine, kissing me teasingly, sucking on my bottom lips until I’m moaning. Oh God, it’s too much. Too good being surrounded by these men. Too amazing to know that this is what they want, and this is what will always be. Too amazing to have found my home here, of all places.
Fate played a funny hand. She took me low, only to send me higher than I ever imagined.
Scott’s finger searches out my clit, circling it gently. It’s as though he knows it’s too sensitive to touch directly, but he’s still determined to give me more pleasure.
Cash’s breathing is ragged, his big body jerking into mine with little finesse. We’re all too far gone at this point to care about gripping each other’s flesh too hard or worrying about the sweat coating our bodies. I’m too pleasure soaked to think about how sticky I am between my thighs or how much stickier I will get once Cash comes.
But what I’m not too out of it to know is how much I love these men. How much I feel treasured between them. How much I know we are meant to be.
And as I come, and Cash comes, and Scott sighs with satisfaction…as Colt, Cary, and Sawyer join us on the ridiculously small bed…I know one thing for sure.
Make that two.
The first is that I had to fall onto my knees to truly appreciate standing tall surrounded by these men.
The second is, we’re going to need a bigger bed.
EPILOGUE
My heart is pounding in my chest as the string quartet begins to play. My dress is a little too tight. I blame my boys for constantly encouraging me to have bigger portions. It's as though they want to fill me with love and food, twenty-four-seven.
I turn, watching little Brett walk up the aisle, holding the hands of his second cousins, Tommy and Thai. At the front, Brett's fathers wait patiently for their bride to appear.
And then she does.
Connie's dress isn't the traditional floor-length white lace gown. Instead, she's opted for a knee-length cocktail-style dress in powder blue. She told me it's the color she was wearing the day she met her husbands-to-be. Plus, she doesn't see the point of trying to pretend she's a Disney princess for the day. She's already a mother. Those days are behind her.
She grins broadly at Karter, Kane, Holden, and Harris, dressed in identical gray suits but in ties of different colored blue. Brett is at the front, and he runs to hug the nearest daddy, gripping onto Karter's legs and burying his head there.
It's so exciting to be here, knowing that Connie and her men have weathered a lot of difficulties in their relationship and have managed to come this far. It gives me hope that whatever life throws in my direction, my men will be there too.
My heart is beating fast, not just from the romance and the anticipation of Connie's happy-ever-after, but also because I know that the after-party is my responsibility. The Banburys wanted our organic farm produce to be at the center of their wedding, and how could I say no? It was Connie who planted the idea that bloomed into our relationship, after all. Connie who gave me six months before she was going to swoop in with another woman for the Bradfords. Not that jealousy played much of a role. They convinced me with their hearts and a few other things that I wouldn't trade for anything in the world.
Cash's hand squeezes my knee. "Relax. It's all going to be fine. The caterers have done a great job, and you know everything that comes from Cooper's Farm is the absolute best."
He's so proud of me and everything I've achieved over the past eighteen months that it brings a tear to my eye.
The ceremony is fun and lighthearted. The Banburys surprise Connie with who is going to be taking the official vows. Apparently, they've kept it a secret from her for a year and a half. Kane is the one who steps forward, and Connie's hand flies to her mouth. She told me he asked if it could be him but that they were going to draw straws to make it fair. I guess he got what he wanted in the end.