by Liane Moore
His next words definitely were.
“Baby, we never wanted anyone permanent to start a family with. Never. Not until you.”
I gasped, my heart fluttering, wondering if he meant it. Because I wanted permanent with them, too. “You…you do?” I stammered, watching as his eyes softened.
Macon’s cock hardened inside me, and he pushed forward, grinding his assurance while Rhett leaned forward and captured my lips in the sweetest kiss. “Yeah, baby. We do. We both want this. A family. With you. You gotta know. We do this? It’s for fucking life.”
My eyes held his, and I couldn’t control the shimmering of tears when I let their emotions combine and flow over me, wrapping me in the safest cocoon from which I’d never wish to escape. Then, I nodded. “I want this, Macon. I want you. I want your baby.”
Relief flooded his eyes at my words, and he nodded. Then, my gaze shifted to Rhett, who was watching me intently. “I want this, Rhett. I want you. I want your baby.”
“Never been a pussy kinda guy, baby, but the sweet scent of you, the idea of your belly big with my baby? That’s got me wantin’ to change my ways.” I blushed, enjoying the thought all too well. His lips curved into a wicked grin and he nodded. “I think you’re ready to take my cock. You want that? I need to hear you say it.”
“I want you inside me, Rhett. Not just my ass, but my pussy, too. I want you both to enjoy everything I have to offer.”
They both lifted me off of Macon’s cock as they switched places. Rhett groaned his satisfaction as I slowly slid down on his pulsating cock. My own moan of appreciation echoed in the room as he stretched my walls. God, he felt incredible. Not better than Macon; just different.
“God, your pussy is perfect, Peaches,” Rhett moaned when he was seated to the hilt inside me. “Fuck, Macon, why didn’t you tell me she was so tight?”
Macon laughed from behind me. “Pretty sure I shout it out every time I’m inside her.”
I grinned down at Rhett. It was true.
Macon shifted, and I felt his tip at my hole. His hand rested on the small of my back and then slide up my spine until it rested on my shoulder. With his free hand, he spread my pussy lips and used my juices to coat my ass, preparing me for his massive length.
“You sure you’re ready for me, baby? I don’t wanna hurt you,” he said, and I turned back to see concern etched in his features.
I bit my lip as two fingers scissored inside me. I wanted it to be his cock. “I’m ready, Macon. Fuck my ass.”
Hands settled on my waist, and I shuddered in anticipation of what’s to come.
“Stay still for me, Peaches. I want into this ass of yours,” Macon growled as his hand reached down to my gushing pussy to use my natural lube. He pushed in, breaching my ring, and I slid back to meet him. I felt a playful slap on my ass, and I looked back to meet his eyes.
“I know you’re a greedy little thing, but we run this show. Stay still and take us while we take you, baby.”
As much as I wanted to defy him, I obeyed, letting myself relax as they began to thrust in perfect rhythm. Just as they always do.
Macon fucking my ass took the experience to an entirely different level. It was more pressure than anytime I’d been with Rhett.
The pain was exquisite, and once my ass was used to his size, the pleasure took over.
It wasn’t long before my pussy clenched around Rhett’s cock and I came so hard I saw stars so explosive I nearly went blind from the brilliance of it.
I was so full. So claimed. So ultimately theirs and I knew I’d never want to be anything else again. I thought Rhett and Macon had shown me everything they had to offer. But this time felt so different. Maybe it was because we’d reached a turning point. The three of us knew this was what we wanted. What we all wanted. We loved each other, and that made our passion, our intimacy, that much more intense. That much more profound. All I knew was this time when they touched me, they were taking me to new heights, and now that they were both inside me, filling me so wholly, so completely, I’d never loved them more.
When Rhett pulled out and paused, his cock resting at my entrance, I couldn’t help raking my eyes over his hard body. He was built like a linebacker, hauling me up in his arms as if I weighed nothing. I loved his strength and how protected I felt when I was with him. The thought of a baby—our baby—in those arms was overwhelming, and I knew he’d never let anything or anyone hurt our child.
My eyes flicked back to Macon, who, still muscular, had arms that would hold our child with delicate care, arms that would comfort.
After that experience, I knew our routine would change. They’d take turns having my back. They’d take turns filling me with their seed until that beautiful day when the pink line would show up, signifying the impending presence of our child.
And that’s how it was. Our child. It didn’t matter who planted the seed. They both would be daddy to the little bean that would soon be growing in my womb.
That was all that mattered.
And it was only the beginning of something beautiful.
The End
Epilogue
Caroline
5 years later…
All my life I was running from this. I never wanted the small town Texas football life, living Friday to Friday wondering how our team would fare, settling down and having babies. But now that I’d been dominated by these two men who loved fiercely, fucked without abandon, and claimed every fiber of my being, I knew what I was meant for. And as I hold a hand to my growing belly, experiencing the sweet fluttering of our unborn son, I smile as my men entered the room. I couldn’t imagine my life any other way.
“Are the terrors asleep?” I ask, my mouth watering at the sight of them stripping off their clothes.
“They are. Fucking finally,” Macon says with a grin.
With the kids asleep and this pregnancy making me more aroused than ever, I haven’t been able to get enough of my men. I want them in me, on me, under me at all times. But with two little ones and another on the way, my poor pussy feels neglected, even though Rhett stole a moment to eat it earlier during naptime.
I call our daughter and son terrors, but in all reality, they are the light of our lives. They run me ragged during the day while the guys are either at practice or working the ranch. My belly’s big, my feet are swollen, and I’m exhausted most of the time. None of that matters. I love my men. I love my kids. I freaking love my life.
Of course, every Friday night in the fall I bundle up the kids so we can go watch the Rosewood Raiders. My guys live and breathe football so much that our son’s first word was football. That’s Texas for ya. We wouldn’t have it any other way.
“Baby, why are you still dressed?” Rhett asks, his eyes gleaming with wicked delight as he crawls toward me to on the bed.
“I’m just too tired to do it myself. I thought I’d leave all the fun to you,” I say, giving them a knowing smirk.
It’s always like this. Rhett asks why I’m dressed. If I’m not, Macon asks why I took all the fun away.
The truth is somewhere in the middle. I am exhausted, but I also love when they take time unwrapping me like the best gift they’ve ever been given.
Rhett pulls my sundress over my head and leaves me bare to their lustful gazes. Macon joins him on the bed on the other side of me and places a large hand on my belly, caressing my skin. In tune with each other, they both go down and kiss my belly at the same time. It’s been a routine of theirs since my very first pregnancy. They can never go more than 10 minutes without caressing my stomach if they are home.
I love every single second of it.
Three pregnancies in five years have definitely taken a toll on my body. I have stretch marks, and I’ve definitely said goodbye to those short jean shorts I used to wear.
My guys? They don’t care one bit. In fact, they love my new curves and Rhett marvels at the way my tits filled out over the years.
After our first summer together, I decided th
at this was my calling. Sure, I’d wanted to go to culinary school, but I didn’t really need it. Being here, taking care of both my men and feeding all the ranch hands has become my passion. They love it when I try out new recipes on them. In turn, I get to be creative and nurturing. It was something I never knew I wanted until it was suddenly all I wanted.
Same with being a mom. I never wanted to settle here and I definitely never wanted three kids before I was 23. Being with Macon and Rhett changed all of that. They changed me.
We don’t know the biological dad of any of the kids, and we never plan on finding out. They’re ours and that’s what is important. The fact that they already share DNA just makes the whole thing sweeter.
Hours later, after Rhett and Macon finish ravishing my body and bringing me to orgasm, we settle in bed. With one strong arm wrapped around my waist and the other curled over my breast, I close my eyes and give my nightly thanks to the stars for bringing me everything I have ever needed but never knew I wanted.
My own football team in the making.
Acknowledgments
From Tessa…
Derek- As always, thank you so much for encouraging me to push my boundaries, cooking dinner when I’m working, and giving me plenty of material to work with. Love you!
Beth-For simply being you. You’re my twinhole for life!
Alexa Riley- My fingers have never been so productive since I was introduced to you. You’re an inspiration!
Ruby Dixon-This book would’ve been out sooner if it weren’t for Bek. Harrec. Pashov. Did I mention Bek? Pretty much all of those big, blue barbarians kept me company when I wasn’t writing. For that, I thank you.
For my contemporary readers giving LM a chance—thank you from the bottom of my heart! I hope you enjoyed the ride!
To M: I can’t believe we finally did it! I wouldn’t want to be doing this with anyone else. Thanks for opening my eyes to a whole new world of romance. Love you to pieces!
From M..
Thank you to everyone who took an early look at this. LT, JR, and Melissa. We appreciate it so much.
Beth- Thank you for your excitement and encouragement. We love you.
Melissa- thanks for being such a huge support and ear for us. We wouldn’t have been able to do this without you.
My husband who asked me every day “did you work on writing today?”. You always believed that I could write my own book and your faith kept me going even when I was exhausted. I love you the mostest.
To Tessa- 15 months later and we’ve finally done it. We wrote a book. There’s no one else I would rather have by my side as we start this adventure. I love you.
About the Author
Liane Moore is the sexy alter-ego duo of contemporary romance author Tessa Teevan and an incredibly dirty mind who prefers to be known as M. Friends for ages, it was when they bonded over those big, blue aliens they knew they were meant to write together. Who knows? Maybe they’ll have intergalactic relations of their own one day.
Virgin. Menage. Forbidden. Breeding. Pick your poison. Liane Moore combines their love of steam and happily ever afters to write a fantasy for every woman.
Stay tuned for so much more.