by Rye Hart
As the guys undressed me, happiness shot through my veins. I was so relieved to find out that what Lizzie had said about them was a lie. I had missed them. More than I could stand.
“I missed you guys so much,” I said in a whisper, trying not to cry.
“Oh, doll. We missed you, too,” Dylan said.
“So much,” Caleb said.
“I would’ve done anythin’ to get ya back,” Wyatt said.
“Thank you for fighting for me,” I said as their hands roamed my body. “Thank you for not giving up when I did.”
“We’ll never give up on ya, pretty lady,” Andrew said. “But I know how ya can make it up to us.”
His voice was hot against my ear as I leaned into his naked body.
“How’s that?” I asked.
“I want ya to show us how you pleasured yourself in all those fantasies as a teenager,” Andrew said. “I think we all wanna see what we do to ya.”
I shuddered at the thought as I took their hands and led them into my bedroom.
I opened my nightstand and pulled out my vibrator. They gathered around my bed, their cocks hard and dripping for me. I laid down with my legs spread wide, watching as Andrew and Caleb both licked their lips. I grinned as I turned on the vibrator, running the thick toy down my body. I traced it around my nipples, pulling them to hard peaks with the vibrations. I squirmed as my free hand ran through my hair, biting my lip and putting on a show for them. I could hear their hands rubbing their dicks, their eyes hooked on me as the vibrator traveled closer to my wet pussy.
I traced it around my swollen clit as my heels pressed into the mattress. I cupped my tit with my free hand, tugging at my nipple and sighing with relief. My juices were dripping, glistening against the hole I knew Dylan was already eyeing. I slid the thick toy deep inside of me, bucking relentlessly against it as I watched them tug on their cocks. I moaned their names, chanting for their bodies as my orgasm crashed through me.
“Yes. Yes! Oh, shit. Just like that. Lick that pussy. Deeper. Oh—oh, yeah.”
Before my back could collapse to the bed, Andrew reached for the toy. He pulled it from my body and shuffled between my legs, lining his cock up with my entrance. I bucked into him, my throbbing pussy swallowing him quickly. And as I tilted my head back, Dylan straddled my face and slipped his cock between my lips.
Fire ignited at my toes as I held my hands out for Wyatt and Caleb. I worked my hands along their soaked cocks, their tips dripping with thin streams of precum. I could feel Dylan pulsing against my throat already as Andrew pounded my hips. But before I could get Dylan to spill down my throat, he pulled his dick away from my lips.
And Andrew pulled out of my pussy.
“Come back,” I said breathlessly. “Please come back.”
“Oh, we ain’t goin’ anywhere, sweet cheeks,” Caleb said. “You’re stuck with us now.”
Caleb helped me off the bed and sat me right down onto Wyatt’s cock. My ass spread for him, my arousal slicking him up as he descended deep into my body. My jaw opened in silent pleasure as Wyatt helped me to my knees, then Dylan knelt in front of me and teased my pussy with his cock. He inched into me, my body shaking as I wrapped my arms around his neck. Our lips crashed together as Wyatt fucked my tight asshole, with Dylan sitting in my pussy and simply enjoying my warmth.
“Fuck, I missed you, doll,” Dylan said.
“Please move,” I said breathlessly. “I want to come with you.”
Dylan started to thrust into me as Andrew cupped my cheek. He turned my head to face him before his cock came into view. He was kneeling on the bed, ready for me to suck him off as I parted my lips for him. I reached my hand out to Caleb, feeling his dick rest in the palm of my hand as Andrew slid to the back of my throat.
The sounds coming from my body swirled around my head. Wyatt slapped against my ass, and Dylan pounded into my wet pussy. I was hollowing out my cheeks for Andrew, as Caleb thrust into my hand. I was shaking with pleasure as tears of happiness sprung to my eyes.
This was how I wanted my boys.
This was how I wanted them forever.
“Oh shit, Katie. I’m so close. Your body. It’s—oh, fuck. Yes. Oh shit.”
Dylan’s tight curls were raking against my clit, sending me over the edge with Wyatt. I could feel him filling my body as his juices slowly trickled down my skin. My throat closed around Andrew, trapping him deep within as he cupped my cheeks and spilled. His entire body was shaking as Wyatt wrapped his arms around me, the three of us riding out our orgasm together.
“I love that pussy of yours,” Dylan said. “I love it when it squeezes my dick.”
Wyatt slowly pulled away from me as Andrew freed his cock from my throat. I felt my body leaning heavily into Dylan as Caleb positioned himself at my asshole.
Then he slid in, and the pleasure continued.
The three of us moved as one as Caleb and Dylan stroked my body. They placed kisses everywhere while they held my limp body upright. Andrew and Wyatt were spent, panting on the bed as they watched the show. I captured whatever part I could of Caleb and Dylan with my lips. I wanted them to know how much I loved them. I wanted them to know how much I cared about them. I felt my body giving way to their ministrations, their cocks pulsing deep within me as their movements began to stutter. Dylan captured my lips, our tongues colliding before he passed me off to Caleb. His lips were like fire and mine were ice, burning and changing the other to something both our bodies could handle.
I wrapped my arms around both of their necks, pulling them close to me as I came around their cocks.
“I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you.”
The sentiment fell from my lips like a whispered prayer as my body shuddered against theirs. I felt their dicks twitching inside of me as they pressed deep into my holes. Caleb spilled into my ass while Dylan unloaded into my pussy, marking me as their own like Andrew and Wyatt had already done. My legs were useless, and my mind was whirling. My vision was blurry, and the room was spinning. I felt my body being lowered to the bed.
“I love you all so much,” I said.
“We love you too, doll,” Dylan said.
“We really do,” Wyatt said.
“Should we ask her?” Andrew asked. “I mean, I know we’ve all been thinkin’ ‘bout it?”
“What? About the house?” Caleb asked. “I’m up for it if y’all are.”
“House? What —what house?” I asked.
“Out back of the main resort is a wooded area,” Caleb said.
“I know,” I said as I looked at Wyatt. “I’ve been there.”
“I knew it,” Andrew said with a grin. “I fuckin’ knew it.”
“Anyway,” Dylan said. “‘Bout two miles back is where we all live.”
“Wait, you don’t live in that house anymore?” I asked.
“The one we celebrated your eighteenth birthday in? Hell no. I moved out of that place years ago. We only keep that for parties and get-togethers,” Dylan said. “That’s what we’re tryin’ to tell you. A few miles back into the woods, there’s a clearing. We built a house back there.”
I felt his body slide over mine, his muscles cloaking me from his brothers. I looked up into the dark green eyes of the eldest brother as my fingers rose to his temples. I brushed at the gray settling in his hair and smiled, enjoying the way it gave him an air of sophistication.
“What is it?” I asked. “What’s going on?”
“Katie. We were all wantin’ to know if you’d like to move in with us,” Dylan said.
“Wait—what?” I asked.
“We want ya to come live with us, Katie,” Wyatt said. “Like the family we are.”
“You guys want me to move in?”
“We do,” Andrew said. “But it’s up to you. I know Hunter ain’t gonna be—”
“I’ll deal with Hunter,” I said. “But you guys are serious? You want me to come live with you?”
“More than anythin’,” Caleb sai
d. “Really.”
I threw my arms around Dylan’s neck and giggled into his skin. I wiggled around with happiness, causing the guys to chuckle at me. I couldn’t believe it. After all we’d been through. After years of loving them from afar and convincing myself I’d never have the likes of them, it was happening.
I was getting the ending I deserved.
“I take it that’s a ‘yes,’ doll?” Dylan asked.
“Yes,” I said. “A thousand times over, yes.”
EPILOGUE
KATIE
In the three years that the Lee brothers and I had been together, a lot had happened. Once I’d moved into their house with them, things in my life really took off. I’d found a job with a well-funded non-profit organization that offered legal services to single mothers from all walks of life. I wasn’t making a typical lawyer’s salary, but I didn’t care. I was doing the work that I loved, and I was happy.
At home, things were just about perfect as well. There were six bedrooms in the house, one for each of the brothers and two guest rooms. When I’d come to live there, they had turned one of the rooms into mine. I could sleep alone if I wanted to – I never wanted to – or I could take one, or all, of the brothers to bed with me.
The sex was beyond amazing, both one on one and all of us together. But the love we shared was our real story. It grew day by day and, though we weren’t a conventional family by any means, we were a family nonetheless.
Hunter had not spoken to any of us for almost a year after that day in my apartment. I’d reached out several times, but he’d rebuffed me. It had hurt like hell and the guys comforted me and told me just to hang on. They were also mourning the loss of their best friend, but we all just had to wait and love him until he came around.
One of the horses had been hurt while out on a ride and, one night while he was trying to help the vet tend to the wounded animal, Wyatt had received a vicious kick to the head. He was rushed to the hospital, unconscious, with his brain swelling dangerously in his skull. I called Hunter, hysterical and screaming and, by the grace of God, he’d actually answered the phone.
He had come to the hospital, a look of panic on his face. When he saw me, he had grabbed me and pulled me against him, holding me as if he was afraid I’d disappear. It was a long and scary few days, but the swelling finally went down, and Wyatt woke up. The doctors said it was a miracle that he had no deficits from the event.
Almost losing one of his best friends permanently brought Hunter back into the fold. Though it still took him a while to get used to the idea of us all together, he was at least trying now. It had been a couple of years and even though it wasn’t completely the way it used to be, it was one hundred times better than it had been that first year.
“Hey there, pretty lady,” Andrew said, dropping low to kiss me on the top of my head. “How ya feelin’?”
I groaned as I tried to shift my weight on the couch. “Like a beached whale,” I said, rubbing my hand over my swollen belly.
“Hey, no one talks about my woman like that,” Dylan said, coming into the room.
I smiled up at him and puckered my lips for the kiss he offered.
“Seriously,” Caleb said, from across the room. “You get more and more beautiful every day Katie.”
I shook my head and laughed. “Y’all need some glasses. If I get any bigger, they’re gonna give me my own zip code.”
“What about a zip code?” Wyatt said, striding through the front door.
“Katie thinks she looks fat,” Caleb said.
“No way, you’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever laid my lucky eyes on,” Wyatt said.
The brothers came over and took turns rubbing my belly. The little ones inside kicked in response.
“Soccer players,” Andrew said. “They’re gonna be soccer players.”
“God, I hope not,” Dylan interjected. “Soccer bores me to death. They’re gonna be field goal kickers.”
I laughed as the guys continued to guess at what our little boys would grow up to be. Though none of us knew which brother was the biological father of the twin boys growing inside me, it never really mattered. All four men considered themselves a father and was determined to raise the babies as their own.
Caleb helped me up from the couch and walked me into the kitchen where Dylan had begun preparing dinner. He sat me at the table and fetched me a tall glass of sweet tea. Andrew pulled over a footstool so I could rest my swollen feet, and Wyatt switched on the ceiling fan to circulate cool air around the room.
We sat and ate and talked about our days and, as I looked around the table, my heart swelled with love. In the beginning, I hadn’t been sure how this would all work, but it did. It worked perfectly.
That night, while I lay in my king-sized bed with Wyatt next to me, I thanked my lucky stars. For insurance and legal purposes, Wyatt and I had married. It gave me the boys’ last name and a legal right to their money for anything the babies or I needed. When the brothers had approached me the with idea, it had been a no-brainer that Wyatt would be the one I would choose to marry.
I rolled onto my side and felt a sharp twinge in my belly seconds before a warm sensation ran down my legs.
“Wyatt,” I said, poking him hard. The man slept like a log. “Wyatt,” I said a little louder.
“Hmmm?” he said, not opening his eyes.
“Wyatt, you have to wake up. My water just broke.”
Wyatt sat bolt upright in bed. “What? Are you sure?”
“Yeah,” I laughed. “Pretty sure.”
He jumped out of bed and ran into the hallway, rousing all the rest of the Lee boys from their slumbers with a deep yell.
“Katie’s in labor!”
Doors flew open and all the men emptied out into the hallway. Caleb had my hospital bag, Dylan had the soothing music I wanted to listen to, Andrew had the carseat, and Wyatt had the keys. They all ran downstairs and out the front door.
I sat on the edge of the bed, chuckling between contractions, wondering how long it would take for them to realize they’d forgotten the most important part of the equation: me.
I stood up and began to make my way out into the hall when Andrew came charging back into the house, a sheepish grin on his face. He hoisted me up into his arms and carried me out to the car.
“I can walk you know. I’m pregnant, not paralyzed,” I said to him as he put me down on my feet.
“Yeah, well, we’re all a little flustered right now,” he said as he helped me into the car.
Once we were settled into the delivery room at the hospital, and the nurses had adjusted to not one but four nervous fathers-to-be being in the room, the doctor came in to check me.
“Well, well, things are progressing fast,” she said. “You’ll be able to start pushing any minute.”
Three hard and exhausting hours later, our boys, Matthew and Jacob, arrived just six minutes apart. I was completely and utterly spent, but happier than I’d ever been in my life.
I fell asleep a short time later, only to wake up with Caleb and Dylan crammed into my hospital bed with me, and Wyatt and Andrew, each with a baby in their arms, resting comfortably in big chairs at the end of my bed. The tears came hot and fast as the door opened and Hunter crept into the room.
“How are you feelin’ sis?” he asked, leaning over Dylan to kiss my forehead.
“Tired. But happy. Hunter, I’m so happy,” I said.
My big brother looked around the room at his four best friends and his two newborn nephews, and a smile spread across his face. “You done good here, Katie. All of you. You’ve done real good.”
His words sunk into my already full heart and it threatened to burst. I had everything I’d ever wanted and I couldn’t have been happier.
The End
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Mendelssohn's A Midsummer Night's Dream started, and that was my cue. I stood at the end of the aisle, staring toward the front where the groom and his groomsmen were all waiting. As I walked, I smiled brightly, and clutched my bouquet tightly. The groom's sapphire blue eyes fell on me and a small smile played at his lips. That little gesture stole the breath from my lungs and I couldn't take my eyes off him.
Jude Calloway was the sexiest bachelor in all of Chicago, or rather, I should say he used to be the sexiest bachelor in all of Chicago. In just a few moments, he'd be a married man. Standing at the head of the aisle, staring back at me, he looked every bit as desirable as he had in the pages of Forbes magazine – short cropped brown hair that was so dark it almost looked black. A few, subtle hints of gray at his temples made him look even more distinguished and sexy, and a chiseled jaw line that looked like it had been sculpted from granite.
God, he was the most gorgeous man I'd ever laid eyes on, and my heart swelled as I reached the pastor. I took my place with the other bridesmaids and waited for my mom, the bride, to make her entrance. The music changed abruptly to the Wedding March and the four hundred or so guests all stood at attention, turning to see my mother walk down the aisle where she would join her future husband, Jude, at the altar.