A hard hand slapped her ass. Zane liked to play a little rough. She’d missed that, too. “Don’t you forget it, baby. You’re ours. And if you don’t obey, Stef has a whole lot of toys here that I would love to use on you. I’ll keep you right on the edge. You’ll scream for me to use my cock on you.”

  “I’m ready to do that now, Zane,” she admitted. They were killing her. She was ready to come again. Just an inch here or there and she would go over the edge.

  Zane scissored his fingers deep inside her ass, reminding her who was in charge. “Don’t you dare come until I’m inside.”

  She breathed a long sigh of relief as he pulled his fingers out and she finally felt the broad head of his cock start to breach her asshole. He pushed in using little strokes at first until he finally, blissfully slid home.

  He groaned behind her, leaning over and pressing his front to her back until she was utterly surrounded by her men. “God, baby, it’s so good to be home.”

  She sighed, breathing in the moment. She was wrapped in their arms. Right where she wanted to be. She loved her babies. She wanted more, but she wanted them for one reason, because they were the outward expression of her love for these two men. She’d been blessed to find them, amazed to keep them, grateful to love them.

  Callie pressed back, taking Zane deeper in her ass.

  “Oh, baby, baby, you can’t imagine how good you feel,” Zane said.

  She could. She bet she felt just about as good as he did. She pushed her hips forward, and Nate’s cock slid in. This was her beautiful life. Any way she went was a pleasure, a lover, a whole life to be had.

  She rode them, bucking and sliding, taking them deep inside. They held her, arms encasing her in their will. They played her body like maestros. When Zane dove deep, Nate pulled out just to the tip. Then Nate drove forward and Zane dragged his dick out of her ass, lighting every nerve she had there. Zane’s hand came around, finding her clit and pressing down hard, milking the tiny nub until she couldn’t take another instant. She felt her pussy clamp down as she came, the orgasm filling her every sense.

  Zane went after her, gripping her hips and forcing his cum deep inside her ass. Nate held her and ground his hips up, shoving himself as deep as he could go before he let his cum flow.

  Callie fell forward, utterly exhausted and completely at peace.

  Zane sank onto her, forcing her down on Nate. No one complained. They were together, the lovemaking reaffirming their lifetime ties.

  “Love you, baby,” Zane said before he rolled off, his arms pulling her close.

  “And don’t think we’re through with you. We’re staying up all night,” Nate promised.

  But they were asleep five minutes later. She grinned up at the ceiling, utterly unwilling to wake her men. It didn’t matter now. They could have freaky sex today or tomorrow or all the tomorrows to come. She wouldn’t let her insecurities keep them apart. Not ever again.

  They were hers. She was theirs. And all was right in Bliss.

  * * * *

  Deep in the night –

  “Do they ever sleep?” Stef asked, looking down at the tiny human whose feet kicked. From what he could tell, they never stopped moving. Babies, that was. When they were awake, babies just kept moving, whether it was their legs kicking or their hands flexing or the way those big, soft eyes never stopped searching for something.

  Babies never stopped moving. They pushed a man forward. Into the future.

  Charlie—he thought it was Charlie, but he couldn’t be completely sure—kicked those fat baby legs until he managed to catch one of them. Then it was a long, slow trip toward his itty bitty rosebud of a mouth that grinned and drooled as he began to gnaw on his own foot. It should be gross. He wanted to turn away because babies were tiny humans who had zero interest in following a well-thought-out plan.

  But damn, he was cute.

  Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. He wanted a baby.

  He was too young for a baby. He would never be old enough for a baby. Damn it. They were cute, and he wanted one. He wanted a kid with Jen’s eyes and smile and his willpower. Maybe not his willpower. No. Definitely with his willpower. The teen years would suck, but that kid would be a hell of an adult.

  He never thought he would have a kid. He’d never wanted one. His relationship with his father was difficult. Hell, he’d been raised by Stella and cadre of nannies. What did he know about being a father?

  He just knew one thing. He loved his wife and he couldn’t stand the thought of not having this experience with her. His wife had taught him he was capable of so much more than he’d ever thought.

  Jennifer grinned up at him from her rocking chair. She hadn’t complained once all night, just played with the babies and fed them their bottles and looked way too sweetly maternal. She was so young, but he’d learned that her heart didn’t have an age. Her heart was simply capable of deep love and infinite patience.

  He looked down at his bride, his heart doing that weird flip-flop thing it always did when he thought about Jennifer for more than a second. Yes, she was young, but he was starting to wonder if she couldn’t handle motherhood as beautifully as she had handled marriage. Jennifer had surprised him at every turn, proving to be far more than just his match. A match was just someone who could keep up. Jennifer Talbot made him a better man.

  “Oh, they sleep, babe. They just tend to like to do it on their own schedule.” She gingerly got out of her chair and started to make her way to the second of two playpens the Hollister-Wrights had brought for their clan. The guest bedroom looked like a baby store had exploded in it. Toys and baby clothes and colorful contraptions were strewn across the suite, and Jennifer just gracefully moved around all of it.

  God, he was crazy about her. Just the way she moved got his dick hard. She gently laid the baby down and turned to him, a mysterious smile on her gorgeous face. He would turn his Dom voice on her, but little Charlie was still eating his own foot and giggling up at him. It didn’t make him anxious the way it should. It simply made him wonder what his own child would look like.

  And how Jennifer would look holding their baby in her arms. They would have more than one. He wanted his child to have what he hadn’t. He wanted his child to have strong sibling bonds, like Max and Rye. He had a sudden vision of a goofy Christmas card, with his whole family in ridiculous sweaters and Santa hats. Girls and boys. His wife. His kids. Maybe he would go crazy and get a dog.

  “So, do you think you might ever want one of those tiny humans?” Jen asked. She sounded perpetually amused with the world. It was one of the things that drew him to her. She saw the world with such open and accepting eyes.

  He couldn’t help it. He reached down and put a hand over Charlie’s fat little belly. The baby made a gurgling sound and his every limb twitched with excitement. Maybe that was what was so fucking great about kids—the brilliant opportunity to show another human being the whole world and to live it all over again through the eyes of his child.

  Stef loved his dad. He really did, but his childhood had been truncated by his mother’s desertion.

  Jennifer would never leave him, not willingly. She would stand beside him and raise any children they had, showing them the world and more importantly, showing them their world—giving them Bliss. He wanted his shot at being a dad.

  “I do,” he admitted, his heart in his throat. He forced himself to catch her eyes, allowing her to see his emotion. It was only for her and his cobbled-together family. “Jennifer, I want kids. I know I haven’t given you any indication of that, but I really do. I lie about it because I don’t want you to feel pressured. But being around Max and Rye’s daughter and now Callie’s boys…”

  He wasn’t sure how to say what he wanted to say. It was a vision in his head.

  “You want your kids to have what you had. You want your babies to have Max and Rye and Callie as their family and all their kids as their confidantes and playmates and best friends. You want to have children so they can run all over Bliss a
nd cause just as much trouble as you did.”

  Once more, his wife proved she knew him so much better than he knew himself. “Yes.”

  That secret smile came out again, curling her lips up. “I’m glad you want babies, Stef. Though I can’t promise I’ll produce a litter the way Callie did. I think this is a onesie.”

  Her hand covered her lower belly, and there was a sheen of sweet tears in her eyes. His brain took a minute to process what she was saying, to put two and two together and come up with three. “Jennifer?”

  She took a deep breath. “I hope you’re happy, Stef. Please be happy because I’m having this baby. It’s ours. I know we didn’t mean to have one so soon, but I’m thrilled. I want our baby to have Paige and Charlie and Zander. I want this more than I could want anything. Maybe not more than you, but I want both. I want you and our family.”

  Stef took two steps toward her and got to his knees. She always brought him to his fucking knees. She had to know he worshipped the ground she walked on. He put his hands on her still-flat belly where his child was currently growing.

  Dear god in heaven, he was having a baby.

  “Stef, say something,” Jennifer said, her voice anxious.

  He wrapped his arms around her, hauling her close. “Thank you.”

  Jennifer’s fingers wound into his hair. “Stef, I’m so happy, babe. I can’t tell you how happy I was when I found out. I love you.”

  “I love you, too.” She was his whole damn world.

  “Dear god, the babies have made them insane,” a sarcastic voice said. Stef looked up, and Zane stood in the doorway. Callie and Nate were beside him. Callie was clutching a robe around her body. Nate and Zane just had pants on.

  “Aren’t you supposed to be fucking?” Stef said, smiling as he stood. He put an arm around Jennifer’s waist, placing his hand over the baby. His baby. Their baby.

  “We did. A couple of times. And then we kind of fell asleep. Fucking is hard work, you know.” Nate leaned over and kissed Callie before reaching down to pick up Charlie. He cradled the baby against his chest, his ease with the infant obvious. “But we woke up and wanted to see our kids. I guess we’re just parents deep down.”

  Callie shrugged. “It’s the best of both worlds. Crazy sex and a family life.”

  Zane put a hand on Zander as he slept. “Sleep is overrated. I love this. I love having wild-ass kids. I hope we have ten.”

  Callie’s eyes went wide and she shook her head. “Let’s go for four, babe. I don’t think we need to push this to double digits.”

  Zane shrugged. “The more the merrier. I was thinking we could have our own baseball team.”

  The Hollister-Wright clan settled in, rocking their babies. Stef held his wife while he watched them.

  He could sleep when he was dead. He felt a smile cross his face. He was pretty sure even after he was dead that Jennifer would be there. Nell assured him that a happy afterlife awaited them all.

  It didn’t matter. For now all was Bliss.

  THE END

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  ABOUT THE AUTHOR

  Prior to becoming a novelist, Sophie worked in theater and comic books. She lives in Fort Worth, Texas, with her husband and three precocious children, who wonder when mom is going to write a book they will be allowed to read. Her answer: probably never. Sophie believes in happy endings for everyone, no matter how extreme the story. Her stories may feature some of the fringe elements of sexuality, but at heart they are always about love. Sophie loves to hear from readers. Please feel free to contact her at www.sophieoak.com.

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