by Chloe Lang
She was consumed with want. “Please. Please. Please. I need you inside me.”
Slowly, Dillon pressed his dick into her. The initial sting took her breath away, but as it morphed into a dizzying sensation, her lip quivered as air passed in and out of her mouth.
Once Dillon’s cock was fully seated inside her ass, Craig crawled on top of her. The head of his cock rubbed against her clit, and she gasped. He thrust his dick into her.
“You are ours, angel,” he said. “Mine and my brothers.”
“I am yours. Yes. I am. All yours. Oh God. This feels so good.”
Dan grabbed her hand and brought it to his dick. “Feel me, baby. Squeeze my cock. I want you to taste me.”
She licked the tip of his dick, swirling her tongue around his slit. Then she swallowed his cock, continuing to pump his shaft.
I have them all inside me. Inside my body. I’m theirs, but they are mine, too.
Craig and Dillon thrust into her while she continued sucking on Dan. What she thought should have been awkward wasn’t. They all moved together in physical harmony. They were meant to be together. Forever.
The heavy breathing of her three men told her that they were getting close. Knowing that only heightened the electric pulses inside her body.
Miraculously, they all came together in a single explosive moment. She could feel all of them pulsing inside her as another massive orgasm rolled through her body.
For the first time in her life, she knew what making love was.
Chapter Eighteen
Wilde, Nevada – May, 1981
With her newborn son in her arms, Mary sat in her in-laws’ home at the kitchen table. Her fathers-in-law had built the house for the woman sitting across from her who she now called “Mom.” “I think he might be hungry or dirty. I just don’t know, Mom.”
“Give Austin to me, hun,” Carol said, holding out her arms. “You’ll get the hang of this fast. You still have your training wheels on. I know I had my hands full with Daniel those first few days. By this time next week, you’ll be a pro.”
“You don’t know how much that means to me.” She smiled. She couldn’t believe her mother-in-law was retiring from teaching to help with Austin. “You’ve always been there for me, Mom. You remember giving me your letter on my wedding night?”
Carol nodded, dotting kisses on Austin’s sweet face.
“Every time I get stressed or overwhelmed, like now, I read yours and Mama Ida’s.” Mama Ida was Carol’s mother-in-law. Mary reached in her purse and brought out the two letters.
“So like me,” Mom said. “I kept my letter from Ida in my purse, too.”
“Do you mind if I read yours, Mom?”
“Of course not. I’m so glad it means so much to you, Mary.”
Dear Mary,
When I first came to Wilde and married my three wonderful husbands, I was so nervous, I was afraid to come out of the bathroom. Then I found a note from my new mother-in-law.
As you probably noticed, I included her letter with mine. I’ve kept it all these years to continually remind me of her gracious love to a girl she barely knew but already welcomed into her family.
I want you to know that I feel the same way about you.
You have given me such joy and happiness already.
You are my daughter now and forever, and I will always be there for you in any capacity you might need.
My sons love you so much, sweetheart, and I know your life with them will be amazing.
Someday you may enjoy the pleasure of having a new daughter in your life and will also feel the need to write her a letter. Please enclose Ida’s and mine with yours. Not only will we start a tradition, but your new daughter-in-law will see just how wonderful our life is in Wilde.
Love you, Mom
She wiped her eyes after finishing the letter. Carol and her husbands were hers and Maude’s parents now. Because of Carol’s urging, she and Maude still kept in touch with their mother and father. The relationship was not as strained. Austin’s arrival had helped with that. Having a grandson seemed to melt away her parents’ coldness. On their first visit to Wilde, they had actually given her and Maude hugs.
Mary wasn’t sure, but she had no doubt that Carol had done or said something to help with that. “I love you, Mom.”
Carol held Austin with one arm and wiped her eyes with the other. “I love you, daughter.”
“Would you like me to read Momma Ida’s to you, too?”
“Don’t you dare, Mary. I’m already a mess.”
Austin settled down in Mom’s arms. He closed his eyes.
“So you say Daniel was a handful. What about Craig and Dillon?” She asked. “I bet they were trouble.”
“They’re your husbands, child. You ought to know.”
They talked about everything while Austin slept. Mom started teasing her about being chased around the bed, and they both started laughing.
Austin stirred and started crying.
Mary saw her three husbands and three fathers-in-law rush in.
Dan placed his hand on her shoulder. “Is the baby all right? We heard a commotion.”
Mom smiled, gazing down at Austin, who was already drifting back to sleep. “We’re just fine, son.”
Dad Tom kissed Mom on the cheek. “Sweetheart, our grandson is something, isn’t he?”
“Yes, he is,” Mom answered.
Pappy Jack said, “He’s got Daniel’s eyes, darlin’. Your eyes.”
Mom grinned. “And Craig’s nose, sweetheart. Your nose.”
They all laughed.
Pop Will smiled. “But he’s a gorgeous baby, just like our daughter-in-law. Don’t you agree, honey?”
“He is beautiful, just like Mary.” Mom nodded.
With her own three husbands—Craig, Dan, and Dillon—standing behind her, she smiled. Hard to believe that a year ago she’d felt so alone. Lost and afraid, she’d run. Thankfully, she’d found her way to Wilde. She looked at Austin. He had Dan’s eyes, Craig’s nose, and Dillon’s mouth. He looked like all of them.
I’m home. This is my family.
THE END
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ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Chloe Lang began devouring romance novels during summers between college semesters as a respite to the rigors of her studies. Soon, her lifelong addiction was born, and to this day, she typically reads three or four books every week.
For years, the very shy Chloe tried her hand at writing romance stories, but shared them with no one. After many months of prodding by an author friend, Sophie Oak, she finally relented and let Sophie read one. As the prodding turned to gentle shoves, Chloe ultimately did submit something to Siren-BookStrand. The thrill of a life happened for her when she got the word that her book would be published.
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