All The Best Men

But it’s more than that. Because all that doll stuff is dumb. Mason, Kane and Tyler want me to be me. Can you believe it? They want me, Katie Evans, to be my true self, the best version of me.

Because once we finished on the rug, I sat up, dazed, virile sperm trailing from three separate places.

“Umm,” I moaned, head still spinning. “Ummm.”

I couldn’t manage much more than that, completely overwhelmed. But the billionaires were on it. Kane grabbed a towel from the bathroom and immediately began sponging gently between my legs. Mason kissed me, lapping the spunk from my lips, and Tyler swiped a hotel bathrobe, wrapping my form in clean, terrycloth comfort.

“Oh,” I murmured, shaking my head. “This is better than the best spa treatment.”

“You got it, sweet thing,” growled Mason, licking his lips. “But we’ve got more coming. Being with us is a thousand times better than any massage or mani-pedi.”

I flushed immediately.

“Of course,” was my gentle sigh. “Of course, because I get to have you in me. That doesn’t happen during a massage.”

The men’s eyebrows raised.

“I hope not,” growled Tyler. “Otherwise, damn! I’ve been going to the wrong places.”

And I laughed out loud then, loving their senses of humor. But Kane finished cleaning between my legs and blew a kiss down there before pressing my thighs together.

“Sweetheart,” he said, lifting his head. “We’re better than any spa because we want what’s best for you. Those places a way to let go and relax, but we want to take you to a higher plane.”

I nodded again.

“Of course,” was my soft reply. “I love being with you, you make me feel so good.”

“Physically yes,” growled Tyler. “But there’s more to it. We want you to quit your job honey, and start that non-profit you’ve always dreamed of.”

What?

My mouth opened, and then snapped shut.

They couldn’t mean it.

How?

Why?

I shook my head then.

“I don’t know what you mean,” came my soft murmur. “Because there’s no way it can happen. Knox is a middle-income town, and we don’t have enough donors for seed money. Even if I emptied my bank account,” I said, flushing and looking down. “It’s nowhere near enough. I would, but we wouldn’t be able to survive, not in the long term.”

But this is where having billionaires on your side makes a difference. Because the alphas’ eyes gleamed, the blue so startling that my breath caught.

“Honey, we’ve got it all set up for you,” Mason growled. “The bankers, the accountants, the lawyers, you’re gonna meet with them Monday to get this show on the road. We’re gonna help you start your own non-profit, doing good for kids in Knox.”

I gasped.

“Bu- but why?” was my stammer. “I mean, it’s for low-income children, yes, but why are you pulling out all the stops? There are so many worthy causes, what makes my idea stand out? Not that the children of Knox don’t deserve it,” I added hastily. “We appreciate your generosity so much. This is just out of the blue,” I managed in an emotional tone.

And to my horror, tears began rising, my eyes growing damp.

“Thank you,” I said again, looking down at my hands. “Thank you so much.”

The men surrounded me immediately, on their knees as I sat on the couch, forming a circle that was warm yet powerful at once. I could face anything with them at my side.

“Baby, don’t you know why?” Tyler rumbled deep in his chest, blue eyes searching my face. “Isn’t it obvious?”

“There’s a reason why we’re still here in Knox,” added Kane, his gaze penetrating, searing my skin. “We could have bounced a week ago, packed up and left.”

Mason nodded as well.

“It’s because we adore you, baby girl. You’ve shown us that there’s so much more than making money and ruling the world. There’s happiness in the details, peace and harmony in small-town living. So we’re making a commitment to this tiny town. Knox is getting its first non-profit serving low-income children, and you’re going to be its Executive Director.”

My heart overflowed then. Really? There could be nothing better, absolutely nothing in the world.

“Thank you,” I cried out, clasping their hands in mine, pressing my lips to theirs. “Thank you, thank you.”

And the males growled, immediately aroused as the vee to my robe dropped open, revealing swells of cream within.

“Thank us another way, sweetheart,” rumbled Mason, dick already twitching once more, beginning to harden. “There are some creative ways you can thank us.”

I giggled then, the hot play resuming once more. And it was so good, wildly dirty and yet deeply satisfying all the same.

So yes, that’s how I came to have my own non-profit organization in Knox. It’s not going to be big, it’s not going to change the world. But I hope it makes difference in the lives of a few children at least. If it does, then I’ll consider my work done.